<?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-23425968</id><updated>2012-01-14T10:33:19.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'>_+_A man's got a limit?!_+_</title><subtitle type='html'>I don´t wanna be like you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4504337004103117141</id><published>2012-01-14T09:34:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:30:02.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A medida de amar é amar sem medida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYO6TqHjl8Y/TxFytMcxmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DyQ3lbQiM7I/s1600/IMG0044A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYO6TqHjl8Y/TxFytMcxmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DyQ3lbQiM7I/s320/IMG0044A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697461124361984498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Underground&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;where you can read what you can't see with your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPF6cj7GSnI"&gt;3x4 - Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto sua falta e penso em você o tempo todo,embora eu nunca admita. Pois isso seria como admitir que não posso mais ser independente.&lt;br /&gt;Seria como admitir que não sei mais como ter sonhos ou realizá-los se eu não compartilhá-los com você.&lt;br /&gt;Seria como assinar que daria minha vida por você sem pensar duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E seria como admitir que sempre quando o seu aniversário se aproxima começo a fazer contagem regressiva e não paro de pensar o que te darei de presente.&lt;br /&gt;E embora tudo isso seja verdade... Eu nunca confimarei se eu não tiver certeza de que você sente pelo menos a metade disso, porque tenho certeza que tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-4504337004103117141?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4504337004103117141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4504337004103117141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4504337004103117141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4504337004103117141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2012/01/medida-de-amar-e-amar-sem-medida.html' title='A medida de amar é amar sem medida'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYO6TqHjl8Y/TxFytMcxmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DyQ3lbQiM7I/s72-c/IMG0044A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-327890764461308409</id><published>2011-12-15T08:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:59:47.952-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do mito que limita o infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoMtVcB8abY/TxDTK1CpahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vy1yZmrBKB4/s1600/PIC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoMtVcB8abY/TxDTK1CpahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vy1yZmrBKB4/s320/PIC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697285711614011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Underground&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;my reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4Q1fh3QpCY"&gt;Crônica - Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você que tem ideias tão modernas é o mesmo homem que vivia nas cavernas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um sonho, uma mulher disse-me que o que a maioria acredita é a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Fui obrigada a discordar, pois pra mim a realidade apenas "é".&lt;br /&gt;Se a maioria acredita em Deus, isso não o torna real. Assim como mesmo que a maioria não acredite Nele, isso não o fará deixar de existir.&lt;br /&gt;Por apenas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;, não muda por opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;Existem dois tipos de realidade. A realidade em que cada um possui a sua, podendo vê-la de várias formas e a realidade que é comum a todos e nos rodeia o tempo todo sem percebermos. Essa segunda acontece aqui, agora, enquanto escrevo este texto, enquanto você lê este texto. Tenha certeza de uma coisa: isso é real.&lt;br /&gt;E no momento isso é tudo o que tenho a oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div id="gt-res-content" class="almost_half_cell"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom:1"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty-handed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-327890764461308409?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/327890764461308409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=327890764461308409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/327890764461308409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/327890764461308409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/12/alem-do-mito-que-limita-o-infinito.html' title='Além do mito que limita o infinito'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoMtVcB8abY/TxDTK1CpahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vy1yZmrBKB4/s72-c/PIC_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4038311849258370960</id><published>2011-12-02T22:34:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:11:50.172-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relato: Sobrevivência no transporte público</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1q1zBnH0uY/Ttlvl_8ImlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wUPxFfJ1M-Q/s1600/onibus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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vão aumentando e os mais irritados e apressados descem. Os que permanecem começam a se sentir em casa... sobem e descem quando querem, se instala uma boca de fumo na porta do transporte que se junta ao cheiro de mexerica que comeram, formando aquele aroma agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Ao completar uma hora e meia todos já estão íntimos do motorista e o chamam com apelidos carinhosos como "boi" (?) ou "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuzão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", contribuindo para um ambiente bem filosófico! E com isso nasce em todos um espírito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;revolucionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o desejo de protestar, com isso começam a gritar em sincronia, cada um uma reclamação diferente, pra parecer que tem mais pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;E Então todos descem do transporte público para fazer "O barraco".&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida todos voltam para o transporte, as portas são fechadas e dá se continuidade a viagem.&lt;/p&gt;  Baseado em fatos reais do dia de hoje, 2 de dezembro de 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div id="gt-res-content" class="almost_half_cell"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom:1"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbelieving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valey_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/23425968-4038311849258370960?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4038311849258370960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4038311849258370960' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4038311849258370960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4038311849258370960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/12/relato-sobrevivencia-no-transporte.html' title='Relato: Sobrevivência no transporte público'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1q1zBnH0uY/Ttlvl_8ImlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wUPxFfJ1M-Q/s72-c/onibus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4956385991548863326</id><published>2011-10-26T00:38:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:08:47.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4w98wKtPvUU/Ts8UmQgoGtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3deFEiHmKG8/s1600/04102011531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4w98wKtPvUU/Ts8UmQgoGtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3deFEiHmKG8/s320/04102011531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678780302636882642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to my Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and feel at home in my odd town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ljDhmX0Dic"&gt;Shadows and Regrets - Yellowcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Talvez o maior desafio dos pais seja entender que seus filhos crescem e tomam suas próprias decisões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o maior desafio dos filhos seja entender que os pais só têm medo de perdê-los, então só tentam protegê-los.&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma é necessário um equilíbrio. É como dizem, nada em excesso faz bem, nem o excesso de ausência de algo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se torna impossível ouvir algo se você não está presente.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas coisas perdemos por orgulho vazio ou medo desnecessário?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas coisas esquecemos por não anotarmos? ou informações que não satisfazemos por não perguntarmos?&lt;br /&gt;É necessário mais do que uma postura na vida, é necessário atitude.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso quebrar tudo o que te impede de viver e juntar tudo o que te envolve.&lt;br /&gt;Estar de volta é muito bom e de certa forma um alívio, mas não acho que deveria ter sido diferente. Às vezes temos que sair de nossa zona de conforto para fazermos além do que o habitual.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre você poderá contar com a ajuda dos outros. Nem sempre eles poderam contar com a sua ajuda. Se quer a minha opinião? Tenha si próprio como apoio, mas saiba lembrar que sozinho você não é nada.&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos desafios e objetivos a conquistar, então por que esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nondescript,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-4956385991548863326?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4956385991548863326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4956385991548863326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4956385991548863326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4956385991548863326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-in-town.html' title='Back in town'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4w98wKtPvUU/Ts8UmQgoGtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3deFEiHmKG8/s72-c/04102011531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-8741638491794333240</id><published>2011-03-31T23:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:59:43.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Far from home, elephant gun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw3rqU83RfY/TZVMSSddoeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0C8aZOMa08E/s1600/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw3rqU83RfY/TZVMSSddoeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0C8aZOMa08E/s320/x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590458389527110114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My  Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;where you can bet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWSz_PAfgNc"&gt;Beirut - Elephant Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas ações me fazem morrer, outras me ressuscitam.&lt;br /&gt;A final? o quê realmente importa? Uma história? uma canção? uma nota? suas roupas? seu sonho? sua convicção? suas botas?  sua esperança? uma expressão? sua liberdade? seu acertos?  um nome? o grito? a euforia?&lt;br /&gt;Pense... pense....o quê realmente importa?&lt;br /&gt;um calafrio? um nervosismo? um objeto?  um aceno? seu livro? seus tombos? seu caderno? suas meias? um momento? seu conhecimento? a água? uma dança? um quadro? o tempo? um instrumento? a chuva? a espera?&lt;br /&gt;Pense... vasculhe... pense... o quê realmente importa?&lt;br /&gt;um resultado? sua loucura? um bilhete? uma viagem? a sanidade? a tecnologia? a facilidade? seus princípios? seus projetos? seus amigos? seu chapéu? a igualdade? um lugar? um sentimento? uma montanha? sua vontade?&lt;br /&gt;Pense... pense... ( te despi ) .&lt;br /&gt;O quê realmente importa?&lt;br /&gt;Eu aposto em sorrisos, em risadas, na espontaniedade, no ridículo, na alternativa, na escolha.&lt;br /&gt;A final? o quê realmente importa pra você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-8741638491794333240?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/8741638491794333240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=8741638491794333240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8741638491794333240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8741638491794333240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/03/far-from-home-elephant-gun.html' title='Far from home, elephant gun.'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw3rqU83RfY/TZVMSSddoeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0C8aZOMa08E/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7885006174012927383</id><published>2011-03-27T21:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:58:28.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não conheço, não entendo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3a4XYVY0cw/TY_cpekqnfI/AAAAAAAAALs/9ZE7kKTl1RU/s1600/SNV36985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3a4XYVY0cw/TY_cpekqnfI/AAAAAAAAALs/9ZE7kKTl1RU/s320/SNV36985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928267729673714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to my Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unknow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas das quais eu não conheço realmente, são as quais me fazem lembrar quem eu realmente sou e o que eu realmente deveria estar fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;Pois com uma visão distante o complicado é simples e o confuso é claro.&lt;br /&gt;Então por que insistimos em viver nessa escuridão, onde vivemos a realidade e temos sonhos enquanto deveríamos viver em sonhos na realidade?&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que temos que fazer as coisas sem esperar que elas façam o mesmo em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas das quais eu não conheço realmente, são mais fáceis de confiar, e mais difícil de me desapontar.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o começo inicia o fim, a confiança atrai a desilusão. Mas não podemos parar e iniciar independente do fim, talvez o ápice faça com que valha a pena, talvez não, seja só mais um capítulo a ser queimado, ou faça parte de um outro livro.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas das quais eu não conheço realmente, não sabem do que falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;Starting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7885006174012927383?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7885006174012927383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7885006174012927383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7885006174012927383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7885006174012927383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-conheco-nao-entendo.html' title='Não conheço, não entendo.'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3a4XYVY0cw/TY_cpekqnfI/AAAAAAAAALs/9ZE7kKTl1RU/s72-c/SNV36985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-8180209101462950342</id><published>2011-03-20T00:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:15:42.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Há mais de uma semana eu não sei que horas são.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj_og6q8TFQ/TYV8WXWtp2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Trfi2_mjOHw/s1600/sobotapete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj_og6q8TFQ/TYV8WXWtp2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Trfi2_mjOHw/s320/sobotapete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586007636491216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to my Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you can´t hide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quanto mais se foge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tanto mais se quer fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    O que seria de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Se não fosse a ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    A doce ilusão de conseguir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZCyi60oJys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sob o tapete - Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já perdi a conta, das vezes em que te procurei, mas olhei várias vezes para me certificar.&lt;br /&gt;Por algum motivo é como um impulso do qual não consigo evitar.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não está lá, pra variar. E quando está , não comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de algo indescritível, não sei se é você que o traria, pois eu gosto da ideia.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre assim, só da ideia. Já não entendo meus sentimentos, se me engano cada vez em que tenho o controle e estou sã.&lt;br /&gt;Vagas são minhas horas. Tentando ocupá-las. O pior é que isso funciona.&lt;br /&gt;Ocupo-as e elas voam. Por quanto tempo não sei, mas deve ter algo errado quando se perde a vontade de querer viver vários anos, não que se queira a morte, mas se torna a indiferença da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O destino de românticos , reais românticos, é traçado. Ou vivem se casando e separando várias vezes, ou simplesmente não acham alguém que corresponda a suas expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;Alvo alto. É assim. Ou você passa a vida inteira tentando alcançá-lo, mas morre antes de conseguir, ou se consegue, mas não o aproveita, pois logo é preenchido com outro alvo. Não sei o que é melhor ou pior, eles realmente tem algum valor?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz, porque no final do dia eu sei que você não estará aqui, haverá um vazio alvo com a indeferença da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-8180209101462950342?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/8180209101462950342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=8180209101462950342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8180209101462950342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8180209101462950342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-mais-de-uma-semana-eu-nao-sei-que.html' title='Há mais de uma semana eu não sei que horas são.'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj_og6q8TFQ/TYV8WXWtp2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Trfi2_mjOHw/s72-c/sobotapete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7519809560897180241</id><published>2010-12-27T19:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:16:25.252-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fork stuck in the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TRkPYf3ohNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rbTc-b02SLs/s1600/fork-in-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TRkPYf3ohNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rbTc-b02SLs/s320/fork-in-the-road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555488528884335826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A vida é baseada em incertezas, das quais ou se firmam ou desvanecem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Quando elas são colocadas em prova, é necessário observar seus valores e princípios, suas amizades e afinidades, e o ideal pro seu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca tome nenhuma delas como estável, pois irá mudar.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes o ideal é que deixe acontecer, assim você consegue ver melhor suas possibilidades, talvez esteja ai a saída e se esclareça sozinho. Mas não viva em incertezas, pois acabará preso no meio do nada, pois as possibilidades desvanecem-se com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With doubts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7519809560897180241?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7519809560897180241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7519809560897180241' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7519809560897180241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7519809560897180241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/12/fork-stuck-in-road.html' title='A fork stuck in the road'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TRkPYf3ohNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rbTc-b02SLs/s72-c/fork-in-the-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4190435884258614110</id><published>2010-12-09T21:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:44:30.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TQFoIjtTDMI/AAAAAAAAALE/ASDi2TayLSw/s1600/Mirror%252C%2BMirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TQFoIjtTDMI/AAAAAAAAALE/ASDi2TayLSw/s320/Mirror%252C%2BMirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548830712130636994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to my Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you can´t hide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQZmCJUSC6g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(You´re so vain-Carly Simon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Consome como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém egoísta&lt;br /&gt;que nunca se contenta com o que tem&lt;br /&gt;de alguém altruísta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critica todos que tentam sustentar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que está suspenso e desequilibrado&lt;br /&gt;quando deveria ajudar a solucionar&lt;br /&gt;E não apenas atirar mais um dardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despreza as conquistas dos outros e só se preocupa com a própria&lt;br /&gt;que são muito pequenas, insuficientes e tortas&lt;br /&gt;sendo que deveria ser mais objetiva e tentar ficar sóbria&lt;br /&gt;para ver a realidade que é muito mais o que gratificante e majestosa, mas que está muito além de suas botas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;With transparent eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-4190435884258614110?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4190435884258614110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4190435884258614110' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4190435884258614110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4190435884258614110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-into-mirror.html' title='Look into the Mirror'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TQFoIjtTDMI/AAAAAAAAALE/ASDi2TayLSw/s72-c/Mirror%252C%2BMirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1471609922678128335</id><published>2010-11-29T22:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:40:21.292-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The penknife in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPRG8x4SZaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e9nrzTztidk/s1600/Queen%2BOf%2BHearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPRG8x4SZaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e9nrzTztidk/s320/Queen%2BOf%2BHearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135051195442594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My  Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is where I can hide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não entendo, como consegue gritar com uma mulher que diz amar?&lt;br /&gt;Estou desapontada, com todos as virtudes transmitidas em um local em que você diz fazer parte e diz ser sua família. Simplesmente desapontada. Então não aprendeu nada em todos esses anos? Porque tudo o que eu ouço é o que você não é, e é a maneira como você não age.&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo, não suporto. A maneira como você a vê em prantos e continua sereno e não faz nada, não pede desculpa. Eu não sei o que aconteceu, mas não me importo pelo motivo, ele não importa mais. Pois é sempre a mesma e a mesma história.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sai ferido dela? eu não sei. Sei quem não aguenta mais fingir que não é ferido, quando a ferida já está em uma gravidade em que é necessário a amputação.&lt;br /&gt;Isso não está certo. E eu não aguento mais. Pois não aguento mais ouvir NADA disso!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto montava a árvore de natal este ano, tudo o que eu via e ouvia era vocês disputando quem gritava mais alto, vocês diziam coisas sobre se separar, sobre não aguentar mais, e enquanto isso reviravam a casa inteira, mesmo ao escutar a música tão alto de não conseguir ouvir mais nada, mesmo sabendo que eu SEI que vocês não falavam sobre isso, falavam apenas sobre uma infiltração no piso da sala, ou falavam sobre isso sem saber, uma infiltração.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto mau por me sentir aliviada pela infiltração, pois ela indica que há um vazamento, e isso futuramente irá afetar a parede, os pisos, a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como aguenta o som de uma lágrima, pois em mim, ela sôa como se uma facada tivesse me atravessado e separado uma parte de meu corpo, mas não ele inteiro, pois é lancinante este álgido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkyQqN55dvs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Never Shout Never - What is Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-1471609922678128335?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1471609922678128335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1471609922678128335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1471609922678128335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1471609922678128335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/11/penknife-in-my-heart.html' title='The penknife in my heart.'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPRG8x4SZaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e9nrzTztidk/s72-c/Queen%2BOf%2BHearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-6627413837766355174</id><published>2010-11-28T20:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:00:50.416-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLdanF1JRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/08dO3GtcgOc/s1600/beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLdanF1JRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/08dO3GtcgOc/s320/beatles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544737540486276370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My  Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is where everything happen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenta melhorar, tenta fazer o seu papel, mas não o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Deveriam haver bons e maus momentos, mas não me olvidam algum acobilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me transformar em um estampido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Não pode mudar isso, sinto-me bem e com todo o apoio que recebi de andarilhos.&lt;br /&gt;Eles me diziam para deixar acontecer e que se acreditar irá alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exato qual é o meu destino e nem quero saber, mas tenho uma certeza, irei alcançá-lo ou ele irá me alcançar, independente disso, atingir certeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I wake up to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;There will be no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Let it be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZ7-Obv-E3k"&gt;Paul McCartney - Let It Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With safely,&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-6627413837766355174?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6627413837766355174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=6627413837766355174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6627413837766355174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6627413837766355174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words Of Wisdom'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLdanF1JRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/08dO3GtcgOc/s72-c/beatles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-848119509231769945</id><published>2010-11-16T16:53:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:37:16.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don´t want to kill myself just because that would be too selfish, And would kill myself because of people like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLS1XZ3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-MyXAlyLzlQ/s1600/Img00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLS1XZ3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-MyXAlyLzlQ/s320/Img00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544725905503885538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My  Underground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is where everything happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Start running,what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I crawl on the ground for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Staying out of my mind to keep from dying&lt;br /&gt;From dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold my life to bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to wash me clean&lt;br /&gt;Sold my soul to stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'd set me free&lt;br /&gt;I have feared, I have saved&lt;br /&gt;You know that you can lay it all on me&lt;br /&gt;You can lay it all on me"&lt;br /&gt;The Used - Sould my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pra você seja só mais um dia,começando como todos os outros. Mas pra mim não, eu não preciso disso todas as manhãs, porque isso não pode ser saudável.&lt;br /&gt;Estou pronta.&lt;br /&gt;Então partimos, você reclama do trânsito ou de como hoje será um dia ruim, busina pra alguem mesmo sem motivo, só porque tem pressa para chegar no mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sem antes proferir algumas palavras que realmente não farão diferença, sejam elas mais reclamações ou um "bom trabalho". Pois continuam sendo palavras proferidas e nada mais do que isto.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que consigo pensar se resume neste imensurável eco deste vácuo.&lt;br /&gt;Toda manhã é a mesma coisa. Todo ano continua a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOKPF_7xqxE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Used - Watered Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hate,&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-848119509231769945?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/848119509231769945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=848119509231769945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/848119509231769945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/848119509231769945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-want-to-kill-myself-just-because.html' title='I don´t want to kill myself just because that would be too selfish, And would kill myself because of people like that.'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TPLS1XZ3GOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-MyXAlyLzlQ/s72-c/Img00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7472699709617463786</id><published>2010-11-15T20:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:04:00.014-02:00</updated><title type='text'>At least, just for one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG7B2gKyHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/izBjfBZgBFY/s1600/David_Bowie_Labyrinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG7B2gKyHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/izBjfBZgBFY/s320/David_Bowie_Labyrinth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539914657127123058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know when the things goes to the other path,&lt;br /&gt;and you think "oohh shit, I´m in a dead end",&lt;br /&gt;than you just want to quit and make over in the next year...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am there.&lt;br /&gt;But then I realised that we can beat them, for ever and ever!&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;´cause we could be Heroes, just for one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Then we  could be safer, just for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYjBQKIOb-w&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;David Bowie - Heroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7472699709617463786?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7472699709617463786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7472699709617463786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7472699709617463786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7472699709617463786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-least-just-for-one-day.html' title='At least, just for one day...'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG7B2gKyHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/izBjfBZgBFY/s72-c/David_Bowie_Labyrinth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-3599879564299408276</id><published>2010-11-14T20:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:38:33.217-02:00</updated><title type='text'>In a sitch like this you gotta think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG9Hvm06OI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OmNhQM22iX4/s1600/nevershoutnever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG9Hvm06OI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OmNhQM22iX4/s320/nevershoutnever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539916957378472162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i don't think you think&lt;br /&gt;About the way she thinks&lt;br /&gt;And i know you work hard everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it all comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the way you're paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know you're oh so sorry dad&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that you're a better man&lt;br /&gt;To share one kiss and give away&lt;br /&gt;All the love you come home everyday&lt;br /&gt;Your hopes, your dreams, your everything&lt;br /&gt;Well daddy, i hope, i dream&lt;br /&gt;That she won't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is love?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja algo côncavo, no qual podemos colocar todas as nossas esperanças e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente espero que seja melhor do que isto que eu recebo.&lt;br /&gt;Pois dissimulo todo dia, ou uma boa parte deles.Apenas para criar uma atmosfera mais agradável ou suportável para quem sabe eu possa ter um ensejo de lhaneza.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não foi assim que você me criou, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja sobre não desistir. Pena que olvidei toda a minha reminescência.&lt;br /&gt;Então isto permanece hipotético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA62IuYI6gs"&gt;Never Shout Never - What is love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-3599879564299408276?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/3599879564299408276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=3599879564299408276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/3599879564299408276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/3599879564299408276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-sitch-like-this-you-gotta-think.html' title='In a sitch like this you gotta think'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TOG9Hvm06OI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OmNhQM22iX4/s72-c/nevershoutnever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7757408766691904293</id><published>2010-10-25T23:19:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:36:49.291-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TMYtxnGXRsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BBVirtJ8WDo/s1600/morte_poeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TMYtxnGXRsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BBVirtJ8WDo/s320/morte_poeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159522603747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Have to Be Kidding (Autopsy of the Devil’s Brain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds.&lt;br /&gt;And when the weeds begin to grow, It’s like a garden full of snow.&lt;br /&gt;And when the snow begins to fall, It’s like a bird upon the wall.&lt;br /&gt;And when the bird away does fly, It’s like an eagle in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And when the sky begins to roar, It’s like a lion at the door.&lt;br /&gt;And when the door begins to crack, It’s like a stick across your back.&lt;br /&gt;And when your back begins to smart… It’s like a penknife in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And when your heart begins to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;You’re dead…And dead…and dead indeed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por tantas e tantas vezes investiguei o álgido, mas nunca obtive a intrepidez fulcral, porém neste seguro ensejo é o que mais anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Por tantas e tantas vezes procurei o frio, mas nunca tive a coragem necessária, porém neste exato momento é o que mais quero.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por tantas e tantas vezes almejei espreitar a lhaneza , mas o ápice do que aufiro são côncavos auspícios e a mais árida apatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Por tantas e tantas vezes quis alcançar a sinceridade, mas o máximo que consigo são promessas vazias e o mais áspero desprezo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A rixa entoa-se com o estampido de um devaneio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A confusão começa com uma explosão de um sonho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não atinam, não requerem acepção alguma, nem ao menos ponderam essa predileção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(não percebem, não procuram significado(importância) algum(a), nem ao menos consideram essa opção)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desagregam, destituem lancinantimente tudo o que é airoso de laurear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Desfazem, desunem toturosamente tudo o que é digno de reconhecimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não olvidam de auspiciar o que ulteriormente irão postergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Não esquecem de prometer o que futuramente irão desconsiderar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entretanto, uma magistral simetria entoando-se bruxuleante em meio Álgido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Entretanto, uma perfeita harmonia começa a dançar em um lugar muito frio.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um linimento, um oásis, um acobilhar em uma quimera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(um alívio, um consolo, um resgatar em uma fantasia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um arrebatador  retorquir ladeando a sedição .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Um arrancar de um replicar ao lado de uma grave pertubação.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não há como repudiar esta súplica mediante a esta lucidez embriagante, na qual rumureja-se estar desgarrando o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Não há como recusar este pedido diante desta bêbada realidade, na qual sussura-se estar perdendo tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que vocês não podem sair desta alienação? E atinar o que está limpidamente claro?Pois para isso, não é imprescindível nem ao menos ser um alienista, nem ao menos um perito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Por que vocês não podem sair desta alienação? E perceber o que está na sua frente? Pois para isto não é necessário nem ao menos ser um especialista em doenças mentais, nem ao menos um especialista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As pessoas presumem que este é um texto dionisíaco, mas não decifram o que é que está e estava no cárcere de minha mente, e agora está no cárcere destas plavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso escrever o que seria uma tradução de uma mesma língua para facilitar o entendimento, porém isto não será o bastante para o real entendimento, pois ele vai muito mais além.&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra escolhida tem a sua amplitude e é lá que está sua essência.&lt;br /&gt;Então por favor não diga que entendeu algo que você nem ao menos ruminou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlDnevvKud0"&gt;Pink Floyd - Is there anybody out there&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7757408766691904293?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7757408766691904293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7757408766691904293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7757408766691904293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7757408766691904293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead-end.html' title='The Dead End'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/TMYtxnGXRsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BBVirtJ8WDo/s72-c/morte_poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-5926535298156445855</id><published>2010-04-04T22:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:08:02.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an over-achiever perhaps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/S7lD0G3AbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Wj0qV9IJBc/s1600/04.04.2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/S7lD0G3AbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Wj0qV9IJBc/s320/04.04.2010.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466986009652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My  Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Anything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything  that I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just  care about What I Need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time,  there was a dreamer girl, and she was full of fellings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Eu realmente estava precisando escrever aqui, sinto falta, é bom saber que tenho algum lugar em que posso falar, e simplesmente falar, isso é um alívio, é como uma válvula de escape.&lt;br /&gt;      Talvez eu devesse ter a música, a composição como essa válvula, mas as vezes ela simplesmente não se esvazia..&lt;br /&gt;      Eu não poderia estar mais feliz, na sexta-feira eu fui ao hopi hari, eu realmente precisava disso, eu sei que minha mãe ficou chateada por eu não ter ido na festa de aniversário do meu tio, mas eu realmente precisava disso, um dia em que eu não precisasse me preocupar com todas coisas que tenho que fazer e com tudo que está ao meu redor, lá a única preocupação era qual era o próximo brinquedo que iríamos.&lt;br /&gt;      Foi ótimo conhecer novas pessoas, pessoas maravilhosas que não vou me esquecer, mau vejo a hora de completar 18 anos, tirar minha carta de motorista, porque, as vezes eu tenho vontade de simplesmente sair por ai, sem um rumo certo, e as vezes eu preciso disso.&lt;br /&gt;      Não sei explicar mas é maravilhosa a sensação de quando estou com amigos (as vezes até pessoas que eu conheci no dia) e nós saímos para algum lugar, não sei explicar, me sinto tão jovem, tão cheia de vida, é tão mágico, não sei como explicar.&lt;br /&gt;      No sábado, eu fiquei lendo livro e vendo série. Hoje, foi maravilhoso, fui na minha avó, nós jogamos baralho, foi tão bom!*-*&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      A Amanda, minha amiga, disse que a Marina decidiu sair da banda, então ela me pediu que eu tocasse guitarra além de cantar, eu aceitei, claro! Mas vejo que terei muito trabalho pela frente, afinal eu estou meio enferrujada. Mas quando a Mandinha me disse que todos os membros estavam pensando em fazer aula, eu fiquei muito feliz, me senti maravilhada, pois senti que todas tem interesse em seguir com essa banda, levar a serio, não no sentido de viver disso, mas de querer tocar em barzinhos pra relaxar ou algo do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Sempre procuro pensar em mim e nos outros, tenho refletido muito ultimamente a respeito disso, até que dessa vez, finalmente tomei minha decisão. Chega! Isso não é saudável, nem para mim nem para você, não adianta insistir em algo que nunca dará certo, é como eu disse outro dia, não tem noção você começar uma coisa que você sabe que não vai querer ir até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Falam que eu tenho coração de pedra, várias pessoas me falaram isso, mas eu sei que como eu me sinto é completamente o contrário, as vezes, acho que o meu erro é se apegar tanto com as pessoas em tão pouco tempo, sem nem mesmo conhecê-las direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Quer a verdade? Estou com medo, muito medo. Sempre tive muito medo e tenho chorado muito ultimamente por causa deste medo, que vive me atingindo. Meu medo é decepcionar as pessoas ou a mim mesma. Esse é o meu maior medo. Meu coração dói só de pensar nessa possibilidade, meu olhos se encharcam de lágrimas. Se encharcam de uma forma infinita e inescrupulosa.&lt;br /&gt;      E penso em tudo o que eu tenho. Minha família, Ensino, Artes. Tudo poderia se resumir nessas três palavras.&lt;br /&gt;      Minha família, minhas irmãs, meus amigos. Eu nunca poderei decepcioná-los! Isso é o que me doeria mais do que tudo, é o que dói.&lt;br /&gt;      Ensino, trabalho, técnico em química, aulas de música, rainbows, webdesign. Preciso conseguir conciliar tudo e ter responsabilidade. Lutei tanto para conseguir e agora é só isso que tenho que ter,responsanbilidade, mas eu tento sempre dar o meu melhor, mas ele não é suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;      Artes, banda, teatro, línguas, dança, música. Coisas com as quais não vivo sem, podem dizer o que quiser, que são inúteis, falsas, mas é o que me mantem viva. Falam que não se pode viver delas, que o salário é muito baixo, mas o que vejo é que o mérito de eu estar aqui hoje é totalmente delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Eu sinto falta, eu sinto falta de ser criança, de não ter preocupações, de não ser cobrada o tempo todo, sinto falta de errar e ter alguém pra me dar uma bronca, e tudo ficar bem no final. Sinto falta de não estar tão sozinha. Sinto falta de um apoio. Sinto falta de um aplauso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Agora estou atualizando mais frequentimente o &lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/LilyOfTheValley"&gt;meu Daily booth&lt;/a&gt;!!=D&lt;br /&gt;      Hoje fiquei muito feliz, pois tinha postado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I´m Reeeaalllyyy Reallyy happy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And you now what I wanna do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Study!!! *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know I´m such a stupid person, but, really!! I want to study!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O_O" &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       E minha amiga respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're not a stupid person! Just an over-achiever perhaps. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Por isso o título!! Fiquei muito feliz com o que ela disse!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;       Agora realmente preciso ir, preparar minhas coisas pra amanhã, afinal, amanhã só volto as 23:00h para casa..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kinks - Big Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Sky looked down on all the people looking up  at the Big Sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Everybody pushing one another around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Big Sky feels sad when he sees the children scream and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But the Big Sky's too big to let it get him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Sky too big to cry&lt;br /&gt; Big Sky too high to see&lt;br /&gt; People like you and me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day we'll be free, we won't care, just you see&lt;br /&gt; 'Til that day can be, don't let it get you down&lt;br /&gt; When I feel that the world is too much for me&lt;br /&gt; I think of the Big Sky, and nothing matters much to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Sky looked down on all the people who think they got problems&lt;br /&gt;  They get depressed and they hold their head in their hands and cry.&lt;br /&gt; People lift up their hands and they look up to the Big Sky&lt;br /&gt; But Big Sky is too big to sympathize&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Sky's too occupied&lt;br /&gt; Though he would like to try&lt;br /&gt; And he feels bad inside&lt;br /&gt; Big Sky's too big to cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day we'll be free, we won't care, just you wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  'Til that day can be, don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  When I feel that the world is too much for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I think of the Big Sky, and nothing matters much to me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some  years to go to Germany!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot  of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-5926535298156445855?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/5926535298156445855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=5926535298156445855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5926535298156445855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5926535298156445855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-over-achiever-perhaps.html' title='Just an over-achiever perhaps!'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/S7lD0G3AbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/7Wj0qV9IJBc/s72-c/04.04.2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1911473812615443166</id><published>2009-09-20T16:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:23:32.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SraCYECgf1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hl8fTZnkgvU/s1600-h/SNV35366.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SraCYECgf1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hl8fTZnkgvU/s320/SNV35366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383633754480738130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Anything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was that he cared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreverei este post baseado no que eu disse ai em cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É meu aniverssário...&lt;br /&gt;Estou na minha festa, eu olho em volta e vejo todos os meus amigos que eu convidei. Pelo menos a maioria deles, pois sempre tem um ou outro que não pode ir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu posso ver que eles estão lá...e isso significa muito pra mim, muito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;A decoração é simples, mas é linda... me lembra Halloween e Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Tem Bexigas por toda parte.&lt;br /&gt;Vestida com muito estilo, recebo Lírios, eles não poderiam ser mais lindos e vivos.&lt;br /&gt;São Lírios do Campo.&lt;br /&gt;Tão quietos e indecifráveis.&lt;br /&gt;A festa continua...&lt;br /&gt;Em uma parte dela é com músicas de grandes artistas e grandes bandas. Pelo menos pra mim. Tocadas por um rádio.&lt;br /&gt;Na outra parte a festa ganha vida ao som dos instrumentos...&lt;br /&gt;Convidados tocando...&lt;br /&gt;Todos em um grande grupo tocando e cantando juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Então Chegou na parte mais significativa da festa pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;é uma bexigaa enormee!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de balas, chicletes e todas essas guloseimas dentro...&lt;br /&gt;ela se estoura e todos pegam um pouco desses doces...&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que cortar o bolo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço um pedido...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só agradeço por todos estarem presentes e por todos os outros dias...&lt;br /&gt;pois foi tudo o como eu sonhei...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui no planetário, fui no show dos homens de marte, fui no Museu do Crime...&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudoo tão perfeitooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu só agradeço porque eu tinha contado os dias pra que isso tudo acontecesse...&lt;br /&gt;E agora aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;A festa foi perfeita...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pude ver que pessoas da qual eu consideroo muitooo...mas que eu pensei que já tinham me esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;eu percebi que elas se importam comigo!!! pois elas estão presentes aqui hoje...E esse é o Maior presente que eu poderia ter ganho...&lt;br /&gt;A!!! simm!!! e eu não poderia me esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;O meu alemão respondeu a minha mensagem... e ainda me desejou feliz aniverssário...&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixou mais feliz ainda!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo me aguentar de felicidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;A festa está terminando... e os convidados vão indo embora....&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico sentada na rua... vendo todos partirem...&lt;br /&gt;E então percebo o quanto o céu está lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Está limpoo e estreladoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;E de repente... passa uma estrela cadente...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os meus olhos.. e peço para que isso nunca acabe...&lt;br /&gt;E então, eu durmo para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sem música hoje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Roper Hug&lt;/span&gt;!!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Freaking Out!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some years to go to Germany!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-1911473812615443166?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1911473812615443166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1911473812615443166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1911473812615443166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1911473812615443166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-dream.html' title='A Broken Dream'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SraCYECgf1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hl8fTZnkgvU/s72-c/SNV35366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-6314687754743487314</id><published>2009-07-23T01:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:09:44.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Start back at this life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SmfsevmgYPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FsFtu92gS0Y/s1600-h/SNV35184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SmfsevmgYPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FsFtu92gS0Y/s320/SNV35184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361513894326067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was that he likes me!=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9fLbfzCqWw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Faz Muito tempo que não posto aqui ( como sempre! haha)&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que esse post fique um pouco confuso... mas vai ser divertido fazê-lo!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que aconteceram nesse tempo e que talvez você precise saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra Caldas Novas!!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Um cabelo estragado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por causa das longas horas nas deliciosas pscinas de água quente que estavam com muito CLORO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Presentes ganhos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Um óculos (mãe)&lt;br /&gt;Um tapete(mãe)&lt;br /&gt;Dois biquines (madrinha)&lt;br /&gt;Um enfeite de porta de armário (assembléia de Santos)&lt;br /&gt;Duas Trufas (Mariana)&lt;br /&gt;Uma foto (Afilhado)&lt;br /&gt;Dois CDs de músicas gravadas (Deby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Um certificado Conquistado&lt;/span&gt; (de inglês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; A Descoberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel vs John&lt;br /&gt;Minha gata é um gato .-.&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez a gata Uruka, mas o que ninguém sabia é que ela na verdade era o Uruko! .-.&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez a Mel, que vivia uma vida como qualquer outra gata...mas ela era muito misteriosa e guardava um grande segredo: seu verdadeiro nome era John! .-.&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;A Mel é um pokémon que evoluiu para John! .-.&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;invente a sua história!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começaram dia 17, quinta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;um pequeno resumo pra mim não esquecer o que fiz nesses dias..&lt;br /&gt;quinta - vi a casa da rua ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Casa grande e bonita.&lt;br /&gt;sexta - vi a casa perto de casa e joguei basquete&lt;br /&gt;Casa Enorme!! Linda! Perfeita!!&lt;br /&gt;Com uma casinha nos fundos..&lt;br /&gt;Na casa da frente tinha 4 quartos, duas salas, sala de estar, cozinha...&lt;br /&gt;No fundo tinha uma pscina, e vestiário! tinha churasqueira e um forninho...A casa era Enoormee! Já disse isso?!&lt;br /&gt;Na garagem cabiam 8 carros!!!Sim!! OITO!!=D&lt;br /&gt;A Casa PERFEITA!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;sábado - ajudei a minha mãe com as aulas de inglês e fui na casa da helo&lt;br /&gt;Foi muitoo Divertido ensinar minha mãezinha!=P&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para as nossas converssas( na casa da Helo)&lt;br /&gt;domingo - aniverssário da vó (boooommmm.. Comi,comi,comi..=D)&lt;br /&gt;Segunda- Nada&lt;br /&gt;Terça - fui no shopping com a Helo, Carol, madrinha e mãe, vimos Harry Potter e tomamos milkshake. Destaque para o da Helo que era de chocolate e morango! Muuuuitooo Bom!!&lt;br /&gt;Quarta- Helo e Ana em casa!=]&lt;br /&gt;Quinta- vou levar o John no veterinário/ Jessica e Julia em casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Filosofando do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você pode fazer por uma pessoa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que uma pessoa que já realizou os seus sonhos com 15 anos pode fazer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como estou me sentindo agora...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sei... é que eu tenho tudo o que eu sempre quis...&lt;br /&gt;a minha vida está perfeita assim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto como se eu já pudesse morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Eu AMO a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;E Sou grata por cada segundo!!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disesse que eu não tenho sonhos seria a mais pura mentira...&lt;br /&gt;pois eu tenho.. e vários...&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que eles são o suficiente?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me senti como não me sentia a muito tempo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Brisei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel like there is no ground...&lt;br /&gt;and like I could jump from a cloud and fall into deep sea...&lt;br /&gt;And that´s all right&lt;br /&gt;So now I just can supplicate:&lt;br /&gt;Pleeeeeasee!! Take it awayy!!&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Entrevistas no Rádio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos Shenaniganz...&lt;br /&gt;Escutei pelos sites... Todas Foram Muitooo Fodas!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Eu Amooo Ouvir o amor da minha vida no rádio..=]&lt;br /&gt;A Voz dele é tão lindaaa!!! e Eu morro só de ouvir a risada dele!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus!! Que Risadaa Mais Perfeitaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Objetivos Criados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas a fazer:&lt;br /&gt;Estudar Alemão (Em andamento)&lt;br /&gt;Fazer lições de Web(parado)&lt;br /&gt;Ver Harry Potter com a Carol B.(Já vi!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Chamar minhas priminhas pra vir dormir em casa (com uma está Marcado!Hoje preciso ligar para a outra!)&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar!!!(Parado)&lt;br /&gt;Sair com a Minha Prima (Sábado!)&lt;br /&gt;Acordar cedo!!!(tentando! mas está Díficil..)&lt;br /&gt;Fazer lições e exercícios de Canto (em Andamento)&lt;br /&gt;Praticar algum exercício( Em andamento )&lt;br /&gt;Fazer Almoço com a Déh! (marcado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Muitos Sonhos Loucos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve um dia que eu sonhei que eu Conhecia os caras do Oasis!!&lt;br /&gt;E eles ainda me deram Presentes!!!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;outro sonho bom foi o que eu estava voltando pra Caldas Novas...*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; The Freak Out.&lt;/span&gt; ( e-mail)&lt;br /&gt;Ok!!Stay calm.. try not to get insane!!&lt;br /&gt;Breathe...And count to fourteen....&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Now I can freak out...&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I can´t believe!!!&lt;br /&gt;I´m gonna throw myself out of my window!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria apertar Shift pra colocar um nome no assunto e depois salvar em rascunho..&lt;br /&gt;mass acidentalmente apertei enter e quando fui ver estava escrito "Mensagem enviada" bem na minha frente...&lt;br /&gt;O e-mail dizia o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Just passing to ask: How is your life?!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have msn?!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to talk to you, about...I don..t know... anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Have a good day!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_    &lt;br /&gt;Bacana neh?!&lt;br /&gt;Era exatamente o que eu queria dizer.. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Cofrinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Está indo bem... como ele é pequenino.. ele já até ficou pesadinho.. ai eu tirei as moedas e transfiri para o outro cofre.. então esse está leve agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~&gt; Aprendi com o John a mecher no teclado do meu note&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;  John mordeu meu pé e depois lambeu minha mão!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&gt; Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi no show do Cine e depois comemos açai!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vocês tenham gostado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar com a música do começo..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt; com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Avenue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a place off Ocean Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Where I used to sit and talk with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We were both 16 and it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sleepin' all day, stayin' up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stayin' up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We would walk on the beach in our bare feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We were both 18 and it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sleepin' all day, stayin' up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stayin' up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a piece of you that's here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I sleep I dream and it gets me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can make believe that you're here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That you're here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I remember the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I told you that this was goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You were begging me not tonight, not here, not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're looking up at the same night sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep pretending the sun will not rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll be together for one more night somewhere, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Freaking Out!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some years to go to Germany!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-6314687754743487314?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6314687754743487314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=6314687754743487314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6314687754743487314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6314687754743487314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-back-at-this-life.html' title='&quot;Start back at this life&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SmfsevmgYPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FsFtu92gS0Y/s72-c/SNV35184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7078222241335528660</id><published>2009-06-14T03:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:23:52.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I´m a Mobile!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjSXh5ZixbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2zvzp3QcuIY/s1600-h/SNV34970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjSXh5ZixbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2zvzp3QcuIY/s320/SNV34970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347065266195056050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was to go to Germany!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tqfUO66VXY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uhauauhuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! São 4 da manhã e Aqui estou eu, ouvindo Avril Lavigne e LIMPANDO o meu quarto!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é realmente muitoo relaxante!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojee eu Ganhei um biscoito da sorte do meu Irmão Gente!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão feliz!!!o/&lt;br /&gt;AMOOO biscoitos da sorte!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Eu só ganhei dois deles na minha vida inteira!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro que eu ganhei foi da Heloisa Bulgarelli..&lt;br /&gt;E O segundo do meu irmão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O biscoito da sorte dizia:&lt;br /&gt;"O bom caráter é consequência natural do pensamento profundo"&lt;br /&gt;huauuhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os números da sorte:&lt;br /&gt;33 - 05 - 54 - 09 - 15 - 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que lindo!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu aniversário é em 21/09!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! como eu adoro tanto biscoitos da sorte resolvi dar uma procuradinha sobre a história dele...&lt;br /&gt;e aqui está...;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma Breve História do Biscoito da Sorte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; A história do biscoito da sorte surpreendentemente inicia-se oitocentos anos atrás com a figura de Genghis Khan, grande guerreiro mongol que ao estender as fronteiras de seu Império por toda Ásia chegou a dominar grande parte da China. Esse domínio fez-se por mais de um século, até quando, mediante o enfraquecimento de seu dominador, o povo chinês iniciou sua luta pela liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Durante anos batalhas foram travadas. Sentindo próxima a vitória, os chineses elaboraram a estratégia do ataque que finalmente os levaria à reconquista de seu território. Esta foi magnificamente planejada mas ainda restava uma questão: como transmití-la aos inúmeros exércitos espalhados por outros inúmeros fronts sem que esta caísse em domínio dos terríveis mongóis? &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por Dentro da Solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; Havia na época um doce chamado de "bolo da lua" cujo sabor era detestado pelos mongóis. Valendo-se disso, os chineses colocaram os planos dentro desses bolos que foram enviados a todos generais.&lt;br /&gt;Através dessa ação o povo chinês reconquistou sua autonomia, dando início à dinastia Ming (aquela mesmo, famosa por sua porcelana) e, para comemorar tal feito, anualmente os chineses passaram a trocar mensagens de felicitação da mesma forma em que as mensagens secretas foram enviadas, dentro do que pode ser chamado de "bolinhos da vitória".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto retirado do site:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hakuna.com.br/biscoito.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo né gente?!&lt;br /&gt;auhuhauhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pouquinho de cultura faz bem de vez em quando!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! eu esqueci de contar no outro post que eu estou começando um cofrinho!!=]&lt;br /&gt;Pra juntar dinheiro.. pra quando eu tiver 18 anos eu ir pra Alemanha!!&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o Amor da Minha Vida Pessoalmente!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu não fiz nada...\o/&lt;br /&gt;só msn... ai de noite eu fui na casa da Thaís.. foi eu e a Mari..&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã são elas que virão aqui!=]&lt;br /&gt;E depois nós iremos para a festa junina aqui do Clube que é ao lado de casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu também pretendo começar a gravar um video!!&lt;br /&gt;Sério!! Esse negócio de gravar videos Viciaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhauhuhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! eu não posso me esquecer de terminar de arrumar o meu painel!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é isso... agora eu tenho que ir dormir..&lt;br /&gt;só estava dando uma passadinha rápida mesmoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne, Curt Frasca, Sabelle Breer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I wanna believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you tell me that it'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, I try to believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you say that it's gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It always turns out to be a different way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Not today, today, today, today, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know how I'll feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow is a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Its always been up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Its turning around, its up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm gonna do what I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Give me a little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Leave me alone a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe its not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Not today, today, today, today, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; [chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know how I'll feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow (Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow is a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know I'm not ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I wanna believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you tell me that it'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, I try to believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Not today, today, today, today, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow it may change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow it may change&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a few days to Love Of My Life Answer me!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 years to go to Germany!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-7078222241335528660?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7078222241335528660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7078222241335528660' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7078222241335528660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7078222241335528660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-mobile.html' title='&quot;I´m a Mobile!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjSXh5ZixbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2zvzp3QcuIY/s72-c/SNV34970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-6546561721962499146</id><published>2009-06-12T22:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:14:30.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ordinary Dreams"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjL_4K89B6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fOBJ1hT6jdQ/s1600-h/SNV34852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjL_4K89B6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fOBJ1hT6jdQ/s320/SNV34852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346617048119969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was be matched!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuB_0feiaV0&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nem vou começar falando a quanto tempo eu não posto aqui!&lt;br /&gt;uhauhhuauhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma única novidade...Qual?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Encontrei o Amor da minha vida!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;Ele é Lindo!É um gênio!! E cantaa superr bem!!Ele é PERFEITO!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele mora na Alemanha..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;E Nem sabe que eu existo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser que eu o tenha perdido..=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele está no video da música que é pra você escutar enquanto lê esse post...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o Loirinho!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;O nome dele é Daniel.. e o nome artístico é Dickey I.R.&lt;br /&gt;a!! ele tem uma banda que é MUITOO FODAA!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;Serioo mesmoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Se Chama Shenaniganz..=]&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser ouvir algumas músicas deles..&lt;br /&gt;aqui está o myspace deles!;]&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/badassrocknroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! Simm!&lt;br /&gt;Eu adicionei a banda dele no myspace...e deixei um recado...olha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;8 jun 2009 11:24&lt;/h4&gt;                       &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_UserViewCommentsControl_viewComments_commentRepeater_ctl32_bodyLabel"&gt;Hell ! I just LOVED your band! *-*&lt;br /&gt;Is the band that I was Looking for since EVER !xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys deserve the Best Of the World Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Of a Brazilian fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... Adivinha?!&lt;br /&gt;Eless Responderam!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Quase tive um infarto quando eu vi!!!&lt;br /&gt;olha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blacktext10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 jun 2009 11:47                                     &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                    OMG thank you!! That's soooooo kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're glad you like our stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenaniganz                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei muitoo felizz!! e era como se toda a distâcia daqui até a Alemanhã tivesse simplesmente Desaparecido!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;E Semm contar que foi uma resposta SUPER fofaa!!o/&lt;br /&gt;A!! tem a possibilidade do amor da minha vida ter respondido esse recadoo!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como eu sou muito idiota.. eu tinha que fazer alguma loucura...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adicionei o meu alemão no myspace e mandei um recadoo..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeyy Youu!!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;I know that will sounds strange..&lt;br /&gt;and you will probably think that I am crazy or a kind of a sick manic...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know what do you have, but there is something on you that makes me want to know you..&lt;br /&gt;.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know how to explain it..&lt;br /&gt;And I really have to say..&lt;br /&gt;Your videos with Share´O´Rayn are soooo Amazing!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;I loved so much!!&lt;br /&gt;You guys are soo criative!&lt;br /&gt;You have my vote!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratulation with the Shenaniganz!=]&lt;br /&gt;Really!!You guys Rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to meet you in another way...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am seems like a totally freak!..&lt;br /&gt;So, If you can give me another chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy!!&lt;br /&gt;I´m Lilian...&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii Meoo Deoss..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que ele responda.. mas isso provavelmente vai demorar..=\&lt;br /&gt;Em quanto isso eu morro aquii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! pra quem não sabe.. agora eu tenho um &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LikaLithLoka"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e também &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/LilyOfTheDarkValley"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;um canal no youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser é só clicar ai no link e me adicionar!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um video no meu canal que é um trabalho de inglês que eu tive que fazer... tinha que fazer um comercial..=]&lt;br /&gt;Ficouu bem legall&lt;br /&gt;Se puder dá uma passada lá e vota na qualidade ou deixa algum comentário!&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficaria super feliz!!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que é isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse feriadão está sendoo muitoo bomm!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mobile&lt;/span&gt;, Da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Avril Lavigne e Clif Magness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Went back home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; this sucks gotta pack up and leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; say goodbye to all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; can't say when I'll be there again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time now to turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Turn my back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; EVERYTHING (turn my back on) everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Start back at this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stretch myself back into the vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm waking up to say I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Instead of waking up to another TV GUIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time now to turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Turn and walk on this crazy ground oh oh oh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing out of what I know everywhere I go I'm a mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hanging from the ceiling lifes a mobile spinning round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; with mixed feelings crazy &amp;amp; wild ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; sometimes I wanna SCREAM OUT LOUD ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All out of my control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everythings changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; everywhere I go out of what I know&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days to Love Of My Life Answer me!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years to go to Germany!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/23425968-6546561721962499146?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6546561721962499146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=6546561721962499146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6546561721962499146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6546561721962499146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/06/ordinary-dreams.html' title='&quot;Ordinary Dreams&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SjL_4K89B6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fOBJ1hT6jdQ/s72-c/SNV34852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4042108450435267915</id><published>2009-04-23T00:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:36:58.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just a means to escape all the pain"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Se_lSBk2WQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R8M4NBrHrp0/s1600-h/SNV33809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Se_lSBk2WQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R8M4NBrHrp0/s320/SNV33809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728982025984258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was have some good times!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZSvI3650iY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meuu Deuss!!!Quantooo Tempoooo que eu não posto aqui!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitaassss novidadess.. mas não lembro de todas... então só contarei algumas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos dois feriados eu fui viajar pra Praia...&lt;br /&gt;Foram ótimas!! as duas vezes!!&lt;br /&gt;Pena que eu ainda não consegui ver o Thur..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vou juntar dinheiro e irei vê-lo!!E ainda vou pagar um lanche do Mc pra ele!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só mais 24 peças e eu quito a minha dívida do ingresso do show do McFly!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Depois só faltará mais 480 peças pra quitar o do Oasis..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhuahuahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai sim... o Que vier é Lucro!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuahuhuauhahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe... eu aprendi algumas coisas nesses últimos dias..&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas é que se você estiver afim de alguém.. não fique contando pros seus amigos... só conte depois que você já ficaram ou algo do tipo...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sério!! Funciona!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que eu aprendi é que eu preciso aprender a não ser tão sincera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhahuahuhuahuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu fiquei traumatizada!!!Serio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava toda feliz indo pro meu curso de Web...&lt;br /&gt;Peguei o ônibus...sentei do lado de uma mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou o ponto que ela iria descer, eu me levantei pra deichá-la passar... e adivinha o que eu vejo no chão?! O.o&lt;br /&gt;Sim!!! Uma Calcinhaa!!!!o.O&lt;br /&gt;Fio Dental e ainda SUJA!!!&lt;br /&gt;A!!!! Falaaa Seriooo!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois entrou um grupo de meninos no ônibus, e adivinha o que um deles fez?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Ele PEGOU a calcinha com a MÃO!! e ficou vendo-a.... depois a jogou pela janela ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! essas coisas só acontecem comigo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhauhuhauuhahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em época de prova... amanhã tenho prova de Biologia e Geometria...&lt;br /&gt;Então eu acho que vou dormir pra amanhã eu acordar cedo!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias!!! Eu tenho baixado muitas séries ultimamente..xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(só um post rápido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IllScarlett&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NFT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This time I suggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You and I devise a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a means to escape all the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All the suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Got so much here on my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; While you saying we should wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now the more that I agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The more I'm dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't think about me, when you're on a holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't think about me, when he's calling your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I've been around the world and I've seen so many girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; While I watched all of the things htat they moved nothing like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The time she said it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She said next time forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't explain, I'll take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I brought this all on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Visions that I've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Always haunt me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They say that you two just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh that's not the way it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now it's not like I'm trying to be up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just trying to come to terms with all the love I've lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The time she said it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She said next time forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't explain, I'll take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I brought this all on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; This time she said it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She said next time forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't explain, I'll take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I brought this all on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just a path, a test in life we're taking baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I can make it through I'll change them all&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 34 Days To the McFly´s Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 16 Days To See Oasis , and Make My Dream Come True!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-4042108450435267915?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4042108450435267915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4042108450435267915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4042108450435267915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4042108450435267915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-means-to-escape-all-pain.html' title='&quot;Just a means to escape all the pain&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Se_lSBk2WQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R8M4NBrHrp0/s72-c/SNV33809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-4395190745229887532</id><published>2009-03-28T00:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:35:43.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"You point your finger at me but I don't believe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Sc6fGc6nWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WWaiM4TBxVQ/s1600-h/3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Sc6fGc6nWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WWaiM4TBxVQ/s320/3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318363143161206834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was that You tell me What You Did!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkCmmes8xhE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse post será curto. Então, Leia com Atenção. É Exatamente Assim que eu me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Como você pôde Fazer isso comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que isso iria passar,&lt;br /&gt;Me enganei, isso só Piorou&lt;br /&gt;e Piora cada vez mais que você respira.&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais ouvir esses seus supérfulos batimentos cardíacos.&lt;br /&gt;Essas suas manias e seus caprichos.&lt;br /&gt;Se você ainda espera o seu príncipe encantado montado em um cavalo branco, Esqueça!&lt;br /&gt;O seu morreu como o término de seu primeiro suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;Já mandei tanta gente para o inferno e só agora percebo que Você era a única que merecia.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse sentir isso por você.&lt;br /&gt;Agora não tem mais volta, já te dei tempo demais.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito, mas já passou da meia noite.&lt;br /&gt;Seu disfarce não é mais necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Me cansei de pensar que um dia eu poderia contar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode ter certeza que se precisar de alguma coisa que eu possa ajudar, não há Nada que eu Não faça.&lt;br /&gt;Você não passa e nem nunca passou de apenas mais uma menina egoísta e mesquinha deste mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can´t Take It Anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos Ver o Quanto terei que esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad Song&lt;/span&gt; Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In a lonely place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Try to put a word in for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Since I found this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You better put in two or three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We as people, are just walking 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Our heads are firmly fixed in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; What we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Well it can't be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; What we don't touch we cannot feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Where we're living in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sun is coming up and it's going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But it's all just the same at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we cheat and we lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody says it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So we don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're throwing it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're throwing it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're throwing it all away at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something I can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I'd help you if I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If your honest and you say that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that I would give you my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Or a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In a lonely place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll try to put a word in for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Need a shoulder? well if that's the case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You know there's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Where we're living in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sun is coming up and it's going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But it's all just the same at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When we cheat and we lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody says it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So we don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Just Don´t Wanna Be Like You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You Die, I´m Not Sure If I´m Gonna Cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Disgusting´s Feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-4395190745229887532?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/4395190745229887532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=4395190745229887532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4395190745229887532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/4395190745229887532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-point-your-finger-at-me-but-i-dont.html' title='&quot;You point your finger at me but I don&apos;t believe&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/Sc6fGc6nWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WWaiM4TBxVQ/s72-c/3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1785645671782858635</id><published>2009-03-22T22:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:44:54.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>" I said "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time" "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/ScbxrHDUqVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FoYjH41z_-s/s1600-h/Ha%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/ScbxrHDUqVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FoYjH41z_-s/s320/Ha%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202133087103314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was know that ,  Yesterday, You was looking to the Sky And remembered About me!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia Este Post escutando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt; música]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa...Faz um tempinho que não escrevo aqui... então estou meio perdida... eu vou tentar contar tudo o que aconteceu neste tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owwoooww!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ver no calendário quando foi o último dia que eu contei pra você so que eu contei...E Caramba!! Não pensei que fizesse tanto tempo assim!!o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver.... eu lembro poucas coisas..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias!!Eu não posso ficar muito tempo sem postar aqui por causa disso...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever aqui me ajuda a melhorar a minha memória...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já contei pra vocês que agora eu Estou TRABALHANDO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhahhuahahuhuauhahu&lt;br /&gt;Simm!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu Virei GENTE!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu trabalho em casa mesmo...E adivinha quem é a minha chefe?!&lt;br /&gt;A Minha Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Faço Chaveiros de Bijoterias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes eu fazia Anjinhos, mas eu terminei todos eles, então agora eu estou fazendo bolinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Sexta-feira 13 deste mês eu fui no Jé com o Leo!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Na Sexta, Dia 20, Eu fui com o Leo e a Karine no shopping, Então fomos pro Jé...Depois acompanhamos a Karine até o Shopping, ai ela foi pro Parque Do Celso Daniel...&lt;br /&gt;E Nós voltamos para o Jé!!Claroo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuuhauauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Achei super divertido que Da outra vez que foi eu, a Ana e o Leo no shopping, eu não tinha contado pro Leo que a Ana ia... Fiz uma surpresinha...&lt;br /&gt;E Dessa vez eu não contei que a Karine ia....=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim!!! Eu Compreii o Ingresso do Show do McFly!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Vocês Viram?!O Oasis Também vai fazer Show Aqui em São Paulo!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Adivinhaa se eu não vou?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhaahuahuauhuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! Olha que muitoo Perfeitoo!!Imagina a Cena.&lt;br /&gt;Eu.Velinha. Sentada em uma cadeira de Balanço de madeira.Meus Netos sentados em algumas almofadas perto de mim.Quando um deles me faz uma pergunta."Vó, Você comprou o que com o seu primeiro salário?!".Meus Olhos começam a brilhar.Eu respondo."Com o meu primeiro Salário eu comprei o ingresso do Show do McFly e Do OASIS.Foi a primeira vez que eu fui no show do Oasis.Naquele dia eu realizei o meu sonho.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que é o Melhor?!&lt;br /&gt;* É CERTEZA que eu VOU!&lt;br /&gt;* O Meu irmão vai comigo.=] (sim! isso ajuda a minha mãe me deixar ir.)&lt;br /&gt;* O Leeoo Também Vaii!!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;* Talvez a minha amiga do Inglês também Vai com agente!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consegui o SetList...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já da pra ter uma base...=P&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!! O SetList Está Muitoo Lindoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Olha....&lt;br /&gt;1- Fuckin´in the bushes&lt;br /&gt;2- Rock´n´Roll Star&lt;br /&gt;3- Lyla&lt;br /&gt;4- The Shock Of The Lightning&lt;br /&gt;5- cigarettes &amp;amp; alcohol&lt;br /&gt;6- The Meaning Of Soul&lt;br /&gt;7- To be Where There´s Life&lt;br /&gt;8- Wainting For the Recapture&lt;br /&gt;9- The Masterplan&lt;br /&gt;10- Songbird&lt;br /&gt;11- Slide Away&lt;br /&gt;12- Morning Glory&lt;br /&gt;13- ain´t got nothin´&lt;br /&gt;14- The Importance Of Being Idle&lt;br /&gt;15- I´m Outta Time&lt;br /&gt;16- Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;17- Supersonic&lt;br /&gt;18- Don´t Look Back In Anger&lt;br /&gt;19- Falling Down&lt;br /&gt;20- Champagne Supernova&lt;br /&gt;21- I Am The Walrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falaaa se não é pra eu Morrer?!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder comprar o ingresso Vip ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! no Sábado, dia 14, eu fui lá no Parque Central com uns Amigos... Foi Perfeito!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos violão e converssamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse final de semana eu fui com algumas amigas em uma casa de Itatiba de uma amiga nossa...&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;Nosssaaa!!! Que Lugarr maisss Lindooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi Demaiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Vi Um OVINI Caraaa!!!Pela Primeira Vez na minha vidaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( tudo bem que a minha mãe fala que era um balão, mas pra mim continua sendo um OVINI ok?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhhauuhahahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Preciso voltar lá para:&lt;br /&gt;*Tirar Foto Daquela estrada muito Linda que parece capa de Livro.&lt;br /&gt;*Andar de bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;*Levar o meu violão afinado e tocá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;*Colocar mais água no meu copo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauhauhuhahauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui no sábado pra lá e voltei no domingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estava voltando acabei indo direto pra Casa da Helo B. Porque tinha feijoada e meu pai estava lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei na Casa da Helo até umas 6 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa entrei no Msn e a Mari me chamou pra ir na Frutaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui euu....&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou mais parando quieta hein?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que eu Gostoo!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noossaaa!! Na terça-feira, dia 17 Caiuu o Céu hein?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Chuvvaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena Nota:&lt;br /&gt;* Está vendo no que dá me bloquiar Rafa?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero quitar as minhas dívidas dos ingressos com a minha mãe... pra poder começar a juntar pra comprar um baixo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaa!! Sexta-feiraa Agora eu vou comprarr o Ingresso do show do Oasis!!! Nem Acreditoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri Aquii!!!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escola está tranquilo... nada de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglês: Na sexta-feira passada teve festinhaa por causa do niver da Mayara!!o/&lt;br /&gt;Uii!!! que delícia de boloo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! O Pai da Marii Conseguiu instalar aqui no meu note o Corel Draw X3!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estouuu Muitoo Felizz!! Agora posso fazer as lições!!Hohohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou começar a fazer aula de Cantoo gentee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muitoo felizzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaii a Minhaa Gatinhaa é muiitoo fofinhaa neh?!&lt;br /&gt;Ela comendo banana é a coisa mais linda do Mundo!!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha coleção:&lt;br /&gt;*Um Olhar Compartilhado.&lt;br /&gt;*Um olhar Roubado de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Estrelas são lindasss não é verdade?!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sempre penso em você..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que Três Horas da manhã sempre Será um horário especial para mim!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Fato:&lt;br /&gt;*Nada Faz Sentido Após a Meia Noite!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã eu Verei o Rafa!!!o/&lt;br /&gt;Será?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei Encerrar com a Música Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Faders&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No Sleep Tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I got you, i got you on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's time to make you see (what i want) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So i'll just make this a little more obvious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuz i get what i want, and i want you to get with me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't think you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How far im gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't stop this, feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't run away, baby i'm whats on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't stop this, feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no escape, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sleep tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't get, no sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You want me, you want me all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't need nothing else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you seem to be a little oblivious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So i'll show you the way if you think that you need some help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you coming, with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't stop this, feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't run away, baby i'm whats on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't stop this, feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no escape, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sleep tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't get, no sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sleep tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sleep tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Boy you won't be sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sleep tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do i have to spell it out in black and white&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[post terminado no Dia 24 de Março. Por Volta da 1:00 A.M.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 66 Days To the McFly´s Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 48 Days To See Oasis , and Make My Dream Come True!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 Days To Buy the Ticket to the Oasis´s Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-1785645671782858635?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1785645671782858635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1785645671782858635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1785645671782858635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1785645671782858635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-said-if-you-wont-save-me-please-dont.html' title='&quot; I said &quot;If you won&apos;t save me, please don&apos;t waste my time&quot; &quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/ScbxrHDUqVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FoYjH41z_-s/s72-c/Ha%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-2106699422409566923</id><published>2009-02-26T23:49:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:41:17.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SassIy_SKbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5JDFrBtWm5k/s1600-h/bomba-nuclear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SassIy_SKbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5JDFrBtWm5k/s320/bomba-nuclear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308385115424041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was Look the Stars All the Nigth!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Leia este post escutando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxKsj-MRka8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; música.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinta passada eu fui no shopping com a Anny e com o Leo ( Cirto)...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi demaiss!!!\o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta eu fui buscar o vestido do aniverssário da Karine.. e depois eu fui com a Iolanda e com o Leo no Bar do Jé....*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira vez que a Io Foi lá!!\o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhauhuhauhahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito demais!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábadooo... Meuu Deuuss!! Que Correriaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei cedo... fui pra reunião...&lt;br /&gt;Da reunião eu fui pra casa da Helo...&lt;br /&gt;Sai da Casa da Helo e fui pra minha casa. Então a Ana foi na minha casa...&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi embora umas 4:50 P.M.. Eu tinha feito a minha unha... só que eu fui pegar o guarda-chuva pra emprestar pra ela e quando eu fui pegar a chave pra abrir o portão eu consegui borrar todas as minhas unhas....&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha a Festa da Karine nesse mesmo dia... e como eu não parei queta em casa... eu que começar a ver o que eu ia fazer no cabeloo... essas coisas....&lt;br /&gt;Então eu a fiz novamente.... Mas adivinha?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Borrei de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Pintei de novoo...&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava secando bunitinhaa... ai começou a me dar vontade de fazer xixi... só que eu tinha pintado as minhas unhas do pé também e se eu andasse era muitoo capaz de eu acabar tropeçando nos meus próprios pés e acabar borrando a unha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masss Sérioo!! NUNCA sentii tantaaa vontaddee de Fazer Xixi!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fiquei me segurando...me matando... até que sem querer eu derrubei o potinho de esmalte... e caiu bem em cima do meu note boook e na minha cama....¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Problema era manchar o note... Então eu fui correndo no banheiro pra pegar o papel Higiênico pra limparr...&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá... peguei e limpei... só ficou um pouquinho marcado... o estrago maior foi o da minha unha...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Porque o papel grudou nela!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui eu pintar de novoo a minha unha... pintei... e esperei secar um pouco... quando eu senti que falta pouco pra ela ficar totalmente seca... eu fui tomar banho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha?! Eu Sai do banho. Olhei as minhas unhas:Borradas. Olhei pro resto do banheiro: Encharcado!.  hahuaahuauhhuahua &lt;br /&gt;Sim!! Eu conseguii Alagarr o meu banheirooo... e adivinha quem teve que desalagá-lo?! Exatamente...&lt;br /&gt;Eu!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui eu ficar espremendo panos de chão...&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: A minha unha do pé deu pra concertar... mas a da mão não teve jeito...Tive que tirar TODO o esmalteee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse o meu afilhado... ESMALTE 18 X 0 MADRINHA &lt;br /&gt;uhahuahuahuauhahuahuaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisso estava faltando só uma hora pra festa começar....e eu ainda não sabia o que eu ia fazer no cabelo.... &lt;br /&gt;Sequei o meu cabelo e tentei enrolar e prendi a minha franja de lado....(com a ajuda da minha mãe como sempre...) &lt;br /&gt;Copiei a Homenagem pra Ká e terminei de me arrumar...&lt;br /&gt;Nisso eu estavaa Morreeendooooo de Fome!!Minhaa Barrifa tavaa Roncandoo de Fomee!! e eu comecei a Tremeerr!!&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha se eu comi alguma coisa antes de ir pra festa?!  Lógicoo que nãoo!!!&lt;br /&gt; Porque Todoo mundoo aqui em casa já estão prontoss e os meus amigoss já estavam ligando no meu celular falando: _ Lika, Porque você ainda não veio?! Você vai demorar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhauhuauhuahuauhauhhuahuauh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaa a Ká fez uma homenagem pra mim também!! Foi perfeitaa!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Elaa Falouuu da nossa serenataa!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Manoooo Moorriiii quandoo ela falouu issoo!! Foi perfeitoo!!!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No aniverssário da Ká eu acabei nem comendo.... eu só comi um pedacinho de baguette que o meu afilhadinho trouxe pra mim...*o*&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tava bebendo bebidas alcólicas... se eu não comesse nada não daria muito certo..XP Nhhaa!! Foii muitooo gostossaa a festaa... eu fiquei converssando com o Leo e com o Vini (meu afilhado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! O Leoo Agoraa sabeee como eu me sentiaa em relação ao inglês!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele está se sentindo assim pela menina de vestido vermelho da Festa...\o &lt;br /&gt;Aliás!! Domingo eu , o Vini e o Leo vamos no shopping fazer o pós-festa que era pra ter sido no domingo depois da festa...XP&lt;br /&gt;Continuandoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu fiquei em casa no msn só... descansando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda eu não fiz praticamente.. mas eu fui no curso de Web e depois eu fui trocar três camisetas que a minha mãe comprou pra mim... porque eu não gostei de nenhuma delas..XP E Adivinha?! Eu não gostei de NADA da loja...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hhuauhuhaauhauhuhauhhauahahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sim!! Eu sou muito chata pra comprar roupa..XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terça eu só fui no inglês....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Quarta eu passei o Dia Inteirooo Fazendoo Aquelaa Merdaa de trabalhoo de Quimicaa!!!Manoooo!!! Não terminavaaaa Nuncaa aquelee negócioo!!!!O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso agora eu digo: Foda-se!!! Eu não ligooo!!! Eu termineeii Aquelaaa POrcariaa De Trabalhoo!!! Caraaa!!!! Eu conseguii terminarr antes que eu morressee!!!!! agoraa eu poossoo morrer que eu não ligoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; huahuuhahhuahuahuuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A!!!! Antes que eu me esqueça..... naquela Sexta-feira que eu disse que tinha sidoo PERFEITA.... Vou contar uma história... Na minha sala... Tem um meninoo... que eu achooo muitooo lindooo!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Ele nem é Tãoooooo lindo assim.... mais sei lá.... tem alguma coisa nele... sei lá... ele tem charmee!! Não sei explicar.... e o jeito dele é muitoo Fodaa!!*o* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo eu achava o nome dele estranho...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu pensei: Mais que Merda de Nome é Esse?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhauhuhauhauhauhuha&lt;br /&gt; Mas sei lá.... depois... eu comecei a pensar e agora eu achoo muitoo Fodaa!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome dele é Elielton...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivos porque eu achei muitoo foda: 1º Caraaa!! Não é Qualquer pessoa que Pode ter o Apelido de El!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;E é um apelidoo muitooo Foddaa!!&lt;br /&gt; 2º Caraaa!! Olhaa isssoo!! Ele é o Ton!!! Quando você pronuncia o nome dele parece que você está falando : Ele é o Ton....\o Muitoo Fodaaa isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauuhahuauhahuhuahuaahu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Obs. nada a ver: Nhhaa manoo!! Acabei de matar um bichinho que estava na minha mão... agora to me sentindo culpadaa..&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;( Obs. nada a ver²: Eu acho que eu vou dormir... depois eu continuo a escrever aqui... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Então... Continuando....&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você do nada cruza olhar com alguém?!&lt;br /&gt; Então, Aconteceu isso comigo e com ele...&lt;br /&gt;Mass Vocês Não Tem Noção do Quão Perfeito Foii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... Mas essa troca de olhares foi muitoo profundaa... eu sentia que eu podia ver a Alma dele...&lt;br /&gt;.Se eu continuasse eu conseguiria ver toda a vida dele...conseguiria sentir a respiração e os seus pensamentos.....Se Eu tivesse continuado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei porque... mas eu me virei e finji lembrar de contar alguma coisa pras Lemos...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;Foi Muitoo Fodaa!!!*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como tudo que é bom dura pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Na Quarta - feira entrou uma menina nova na minha sala... E A Minha primeira impressão não foi muito boa... A Segunda foi pior Ainda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira impressão...&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha cara de ser metida.. e estava com uma blusinha aparecendo a barriga dela...Mas o problemaa era que ela tinha Pança...O.o&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar que o cabelo dela é pintado... e não combina com a sombrancelha...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Ai fica parecendo um traveco... E Pra Ajudar ela ainda tava de Salto!!Falaa Sério!! Você está indo pra ESCOLA!! e não pra alguma BALADA!!!o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda Impressão...&lt;br /&gt; O Elielton indo comprimentá-la!! Sim!! ELE indo comprimentá-la!! e Não Ela!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaii que raivinhhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; huhauauhauhauhauhahahahuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Não Ligo!! Ele continua sendo Foda e Lindo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já é quinta... quer dizer... sexta.... Ontem eu Lavei o meu banheiro..¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Fui pro Inglês e de lá fui com o Leo pro Bar do Jé... O Leo me emprestou os Filmes: A Noiva Cadáver e O Estranho Mundo de Jack!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Morri Aqui!!! Aliás!! Eu Estou Morrendooo de Vontade de ver esse dois filmes e de ver "Labirinto: A Magia do Tempo" e "Finding Neverland"...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! Uma coisa que me deu muitoo Meddoo: Manooo!!! O Leo e o irmão dele apesar de aparentemente serem diferentes... O Jeito de Falar dele é Muitoooooooo Igual!!!&lt;br /&gt; Dá até medoo!!!Aliás Dá Muitooo Medoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhahahuahahuhuahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Noossaa!! Fiqueii muitooo brava com o Leoo!! Eu mostrei pra ele quem era o Elielton.... e sabe o que ele falou?!?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;"Creeeeeddoooooo!!! Que Cabelooooo de Negooooooo!!!!!!!!!" O.O&lt;br /&gt;Manoooooo!! Quis Baterrr neleeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Os Cachinhoss deleee são muitooo Lindoss!!*o*&lt;br /&gt; HunFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não basta o Thur falando: Nooosssaaa!!! Que nome de Preeeeeetoooooooooo!!! uhahhuauhuhauhahuahuhuahua&lt;br /&gt;pooxxaa...=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! eu tinha dito pro Leo que eu ia colocar aqui sobre as cantadas do Plaza.... Mas melhor deixaar quietooo...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caraaaaaaa!!! Hojee vai começar a vender os ingressos pro Show do McFly!!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha se eu não vou lá comprar?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahauuhahuauhhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógicoo que sim né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii aaiii.... Acho que é isso gentee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu vou encerrar o post porque eu preciso dormir...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tenho que acordar cedo pra me arrumar pra ir lá no Via Funchal!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;huhuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou encerrar com uma Música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;... E Irei dedicá-la ao Inglês...&lt;br /&gt;Essa música se Chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I´m Getting Over You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I found your picture in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still got your sweater in my closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll bring it by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;People asking how I'm doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But every question still has you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I say I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I never think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I say it like I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then maybe I'll believe it like it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been playing all the songs you hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I called the girl I almost dated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She's not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think it's what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I say it like I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then maybe I'll believe it like it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it takes forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get my chances together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been doing it so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[post terminado no Dia 6 de Março. Por Volta das 2:30 A.M.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I´m Gonna Buy The Ticket To the McFly´s Concert!!!|o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-2106699422409566923?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/2106699422409566923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=2106699422409566923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2106699422409566923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2106699422409566923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-was-neutron-bomb-for-once-i.html' title='&quot;I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SassIy_SKbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5JDFrBtWm5k/s72-c/bomba-nuclear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-8764651442822754320</id><published>2009-02-21T00:40:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:27:52.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZ96pdOdS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aarhh89jBeY/s1600-h/Estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZ96pdOdS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aarhh89jBeY/s320/Estrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305093738704227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My Underground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to My World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Everything Can Happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that I Want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don´t care about what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just care about What I Need!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was Make Everthing Just Like That Again!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Leia este post escutando &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vywTMyQZ7oc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta "Como foi o meu dia"?!Pergunta "Como foi o meu dia"?!Pergunta "Como foi o meu dia"?!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahhahuhuahuhuahuuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitooooo caraaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cadaaa Segunddooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Cadaa miléssimooo de segundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu fiz hoje?!&lt;br /&gt;Ri Muitooooooooooooo!!! Maisss muitooooooo mesmooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuhahuuhahuahuahuhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá... vamos ver...&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei às 7 horas da manhã...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha acabado de ter um pesadelo...&lt;br /&gt;No pesadelo eu estava tentando matar a última aula!!&lt;br /&gt;uhuauhahuhahauhuauha&lt;br /&gt;Ai eu acordei toda assustada pra pra mim não perder o horário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tinha combinado de ir pra São Paulo com o Leo ( Cirto) e com a Jordana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha marcado com o Leo ás nove horas da manhã na estação de Santo André...&lt;br /&gt;E ás dez horas da manhã com a Jordana lá na Estação da Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei, tomei banho e fui começar a enrolar o meu cabelo...&lt;br /&gt;Então nisso eu acabei me atrasando um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Então fui direto lá no ponto de ônibus, não tomei café da manhã nem nada...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muitooo felizz porque eu cheguei no ponto e já passou um ônibus...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu te juroo que eu li "TR-103"... que é o que eu normalmente pego...&lt;br /&gt;E Adivinhhaa?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Não Eraa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuauhahuhauuhauhuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai o cobrador  me disse que o meu cartão não estava "habilitado" pra ir nesse ônibus, só no TR-103... mas ele passou alguns cartões muitoo loucos lá e disse pra passar o meu passe...&lt;br /&gt;E Funcionouuu Caraaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhuauhauhahahuhuaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feita a Mágica, eu fui me sentar. Sentei-me em uma cadeira em frente à do cobrador.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma senhora ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Eles começaram a conversar. Eu achei engraçado uma parte da conversa, que foi mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;Senhora: _ Não sei, às vezes eu acho que gosto mais dos meus filhos e meu marido do que eu mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Cobrador: _A...Não sei eu acho que primeiro temos que nos amar para depois amarmos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Senhora: _ Nãoo!! Mas é assim que eu sou! Pra mim, em primeiro lugar nós temos que nos amar. Em segundo: Nos Amar. E em terceiro: Nos Amar! e Depois, no fim, nós temos que amar os outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauauhaahuuhauhauhauhhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhaa as coisas que eu tenho que ouvir no ônibus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuauahuhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que qualquer ônibus que passase lá no ponto onde eu pego...tivesse uma parada na estação de Santo André...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe o que eu descobri?!&lt;br /&gt;Não são todos! O que eu peguei não parava lá...XD&lt;br /&gt;Tive que ir andando... o que me fez atrasar um pouco mais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei o Leo e fomos pegar o trem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não tem noção do quanto eu ri!!!&lt;br /&gt;uhahhuahuuhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, entramos no trem e eu perguntei o que era que a Karine e a Ana estavam querendo tanto me dizer!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque do jeito que elas falaram eu tinha pensado que eu tinha matado uma pessoa!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas do jeito que o Leo me contou eu ri tantooo, maisss tantoooo que minha garganta ficou totalmente seca...O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais engraçado era o povo do trem prestando atenção no que nós falávamos e segurando pra não rir..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena Nota pra eu não esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;***Eu não vou mais me importar com o que poderia acontecer se determinada pessoa lesse o meu blog, eu vou escrever o que quiser sem me preocupar***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltandoo...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a Karine e a Anny tinham pra me contar era que o inglês estava afim de uma outra menina...&lt;br /&gt;mais eu não tenho como descrever pra você o Modo como o Leo me contou tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu ri Muitooooo mais Muitooo mesmoo...&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[escrito na quarta-feira]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tento ser forte na frente das pessoas!!!&lt;br /&gt;EU só sou EU Mesma!!&lt;br /&gt;Não pensee que eu sou diferente quando eu chego em casa....&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fico mau eu realmente fico mauu!! não fico segurandoo...&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo disso foi hoje..&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu perguntei se você estava bem...&lt;br /&gt;Você disse que sim mas não perguntou como eu estava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momentoo que não estava bemm... eu estava tristee mesmoo...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta pro Leo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei muitoo mau...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu irmão e a minha mãe começaram a revistar todo o meu quarto procurando o Meu pen drive...&lt;br /&gt;Velhoo!!! eu me sentii muitoooo mauu!!&lt;br /&gt;O Meu irmão Começou a revistar a minha mochila! E como ele não achou, ele começou a pegar todas as minhas bolsas do armário e começou a revirar todas elas!!&lt;br /&gt;Caramba!!Eu falei que não estava nas minhas bolsas!!&lt;br /&gt;O que custa acreditar em mim?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto muito mau mesmo quando as pessoas duvidam do que eu falo....&lt;br /&gt;Eu me Sinto um Lixo!&lt;br /&gt;E não é a primeira vez que isso acontece... é a segunda...&lt;br /&gt;Da outra vez o controle remoto da TV da Sala tinha sumido...&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia eu Nem Vi nem a TV e muito menos o controle!! Eu nem Estava em casa!!&lt;br /&gt;E Minha mãe começou a  me acusar...Falou que eu sabia onde estava!&lt;br /&gt;Eu falei que não... então ela falou que era bem capaz que estivesse na minha Bolsa!!&lt;br /&gt;Velhooo!!! Não é mais fácil me chamar de Ladra?!&lt;br /&gt;A!!! Nãoo!! Eu esquecii!! É que eu SEMPRE levo o controle da TV da sala  pro meu inglês!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas eu fico tipo: Cara se ainda fosse alguém que mau me conhecesse tudo bem... mas Cara!!! É a Minha MÃE!!&lt;br /&gt;Sério.... isso realmente me chatea... me deixa triste...&lt;br /&gt;E não é fácil me deixar triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá vendo Ana... essa é a diferença...vê se eu consigo desfarssar quando eu me sinto assim...&lt;br /&gt;Isso só é impossível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltandoo....&lt;br /&gt;Sexta foi perfeitoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi Jordanaa e o Leo!!!\o&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como não ser perfeito!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos na Liberdade, e depois fomos lá pra Paulista, no Starbucks...=P&lt;br /&gt;De novooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuuhahauhauhauhahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o que é bom nós temos que repetir não é mesmo?!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu e o Leo fomos no bar do Jé...&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos lá até dar o horário da minha aula..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra aula.... E não é que até a Aula foi boaa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhhuahuahuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muitoo engraçadooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuhauhauhhuaauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava sentindo que eu estava fedendo á cigarro...&lt;br /&gt;ai eu perguntei pra Carol...&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que não.... que era impressão minha...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei: A.... mas ela é minha amiga... ela não falaria que eu estou fedendoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuauuhahuahhauhau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu perguntei pro Hell se eu estava fedendo á cigarro...&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê?!xD&lt;br /&gt;Ele veio me cheirou e falou: Não.... está cheirando á mulher cheirosa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuauhauhauhuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi muitoo engraçadoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Sábado eu fiquei no Computador e depois no fim da tarde, fui no Clube com a Báh...&lt;br /&gt;Sim!! eu contei pra ela que eu mandei ela pro inferno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhuauhauuhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu passei a tarde no Guarujá e Depois fomos pra São Vicente...&lt;br /&gt;Minha prima foi com agente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas Prima... pra quê vamos nos arrumar se não vamos encontrar ninguém conhecido?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahuuhaahuuhahuauhahuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos nós duas andando, voltando da Biquinha...&lt;br /&gt;a!! Falando nisso...&lt;br /&gt;eu fui comprar anéis novos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu perdi 3 anéis quando eu fui no Plaza com o inglês...XD&lt;br /&gt;Comprei um que muda de cor deacordo com o Astral...&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha?! Ele não funciona!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;e o outro anel que eu comprei fica caindo do meu dedo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahauhauhuhahuauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primmmaa!!! Agora aprendemos...&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima vez que formos pra Biquinha vamos comprar Algo SALGADO!!&lt;br /&gt;huhahuahuauhhuauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de doces neh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiinnnn que delícia que estava aquele milhoo!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos nós voltando da Biquinha...&lt;br /&gt;Quando surgiu a pergunta da Viagem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem deve ser que estava com metade do corpo pra fora do carro e que do nada gritou "Maíraaaaaaaaaa" e começou a balançar o braço?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;huauhauhauhauhahu&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim!&lt;/b&gt;Essa pergunta foi respondidaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era mesmo o Severoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhaaa que serr!!! Se não, não tinha graça!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele merece uma chance vai prima?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ter feito tudoo isso só por ter te visto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segunda ficamos em São Vicente até de noite... quando voltamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terça a Máh ficou aqui em casa até de noite...&lt;br /&gt;Foi perfeito!!Com direito á leite condenssado com granulado e tudo!!\o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta, Hoje... Quer dizer.... Ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui na aula de  Web e depois fui no Shopping com a Mari...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi Demais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... Brigadaa mesmooo pelo chocolatee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaaaa me derretiii aquii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhhhahuuahuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALIZEI O MEU SONHO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia essa parte da minha converssa com o Leo no msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;uhauhauhauhahhaauhuha&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer o seguinte... Hoje só vamos falar de coisas boas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;Combinado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;você começa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;ã&lt;br /&gt;deixe me ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;(espera)&lt;br /&gt;(fala: não... você que deu a idéia... então você começa)&lt;br /&gt;(me fala isso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;Não , ... você deu a iidéia vc começa&lt;br /&gt;( o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;VERDE!!&lt;br /&gt;huauhahhuauha&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto de verde!!&lt;br /&gt;uhahuahuhuauhahuuhahuahu&lt;br /&gt;sua vez agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;suahusausuahsuahushaushuahsuhauhsuahushuahushaushuahsahusuahsuhaushuahsuhauhsuahsuahsuhaushuahus&lt;br /&gt;vc eh completamente pirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;(você acabou de realizar um sonho meu)&lt;br /&gt;vai... é sua vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ver&lt;br /&gt;Eu to vivo&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;é só de coisas boas!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;hahuahuhahahuahuhuahuahua&lt;br /&gt;Brinks!.&lt;br /&gt;o céu de noite estreladoo!! Amoo o céu assim!! com as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;SUHAUSHAUSHUAHSUAHUSHUAHSUAHUS&lt;br /&gt;muito engraçadinha vc&lt;br /&gt;-^^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;Em partes eu amo céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre tras uma má noticia&lt;br /&gt;Amanha vai fazer sol&lt;br /&gt;¬¬]&lt;br /&gt;odeio sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;Não Vamos falar de coisas que não são boas!!&lt;br /&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;esse é o combinadoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A destruição da humanidade é responsabilidade de todos, ... faça sua parte" diz:&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa&lt;br /&gt;num me aguentei&lt;br /&gt;e eu preciso conversaar uma coisa séria com vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily of the valley_+_She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in!_+_ diz:&lt;br /&gt;ela é boa?!&lt;br /&gt;se não for... agente só converssa amanhã&lt;br /&gt;auuahhuahauhuhauauhhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já leu o livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dança da Floreta&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Se não... Você Devia Lerr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não você não vai entender o porquê desse meu sonho realizado...&lt;br /&gt;E.. Caraa!!!!! Eu Morrrooo por esse Livroo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu Realmente PRECISO juntar dinheiro pra comprá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaaaaaaaa!!! Só de ler o resumo eu já fico sem Ar!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não Acreditoooo!!! O Leo Baixou esse livro na net e me passouu!!!\o&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais dormir de noite....Nunca Mais!! Vou ficar lendo e relendo esse livro pra sempree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhahauhuahuahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo procurando o meu Amor verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Falando nissoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não podia me esquecer de falar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu fui ver o orkut do Inglês....&lt;br /&gt;Nooossaaa!! ele colocou uma foto dele com a Éricaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Caraaaaaaa!!! Muitoooo fofo eless dois juntoss!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu REALMENTE espero que dê certo entre os Dois!!&lt;br /&gt;Serio mesmooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Toda a Felicidade do Mundoo pra eles!!!\o&lt;br /&gt;Estou propondoo um brindee á eles!!( Se você estiver lendo isso... Pegue agora um copo com água ou com refrigerante, etc... e Junte-se a nós!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uauhhahuahuahuahuauhahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! Talvez Domingo eu vou em um show!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: Se você leu este post Comente!=P&lt;br /&gt;Dê a sua opinião...ou sei lá só fale um Oi!Eu gosto de saber que você está Vivo (a)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer um conselho?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca comece nada, pois assim isso nunca terá fim!&lt;/span&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que a vida é...E é assim que deve ser!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a Todos que acreditaram em mim!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois graças a vocês eu estou me sentindo tão bem agora!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdadee é a melhorr sensação do mundooo não é?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove-a! E Tome uma dose dela TODOS os dias!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que interiormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se parece que o que eu estou falando agora não tem sentido... então eu espero que um dia você consiga ser uma marinheiro para  que alguém espere você voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha música mais perfeita para terminar esse post do que a mesma que deu origem ao título deste.... Essa música é do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; e se Chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Transylvania&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Michael Fletcher&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dougie Lee Poynter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne Boleyn she kept a tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Which all her hopes and dreams were in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She plans to run away with him forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (never to be seen again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Leaves a note and starts to choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Can feel the lump that's in her throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's raining and she leaves her coat in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're sorry but we disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The boy is running can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll drown your sins in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And rip him out of history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; People marching to the drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody's having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; to the sound of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ugly is the world we're on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I'm right then prove me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm stunned to find a place I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who is your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When hell freezes over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That's when I'll tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who is your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't tell, when will this stop??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Racing, pacing in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She's searching for a lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She finds him but his heart has stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She breaks down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're sorry but Your Majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Refusing orders from the Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Results in a monstrosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Remembers a voice and hears him sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; People marching to the drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody's having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To the sound of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Oooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ugly is the world we're on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I'm right then prove me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm stunned to find a place I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who is your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When hell freezes over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That's when I'll tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who is your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't tell, when will this stop??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Post terminado ás 2 da manhã do dia 26 de Fevereiro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 3 days to the Karine´s party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-8764651442822754320?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/8764651442822754320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=8764651442822754320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8764651442822754320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8764651442822754320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-kept-tin-which-all-her-hopes-and.html' title='&quot;She kept a Tin which all her Hopes and Dreams were in&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZ96pdOdS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aarhh89jBeY/s72-c/Estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1655063720071754946</id><published>2009-02-14T20:17:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:56:48.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"It doesn't matter at all when I fall, I fall"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZdGWlO4xdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nXcPebDnsQ4/s1600-h/2008+Samsung+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZdGWlO4xdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nXcPebDnsQ4/s320/2008+Samsung+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302784440017667538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meus sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was stay with You for a couple of hours!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Caraaa!!! Eu faleii com o Johnnyy!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;Fazia uma semana que agente não se falava... mas agora nós estamos conseguindo nos falar mais frequentemente!*o*&lt;br /&gt;(Obs: eu estou falando com ele Agora)&lt;br /&gt;huauhhuauhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! e como já era de se esperar...&lt;br /&gt;A Nádia não me deixou ir no show com o Cirto no sábado...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Que raivinha que eu fiquei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu não disse que o meu irmão teria que raspar a cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;pois é.. Fui eu que tive que raspar!!!&lt;br /&gt;uhahuahuuhaahuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu penseii que ele ia ficarr mo estranhoo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais o meu irmãozinho é lindoo e continuou bonito!!=D&lt;br /&gt;huauhahhuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta eu fui no Plaza com o meu inglês!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaa foi Simplesmente Foda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado teve reunião de manhã...e adivinha?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser Adjunta por um ano inteirinho!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!! eu só me ferro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauhaauhhuahuaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nhaa gente eu vou dormir um pouco porque agora é meia noite e cinquenta..=P)&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã de manhãzinha eu continuo...;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só pra ficar registrado aqui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Agora eu estou realizando um dos meus sonhos!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu estou deitada.. no meu quarto... escrevendo no meu blog pelo meu notebook!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora tem internet!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri Aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Boa noite gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prontoo Gente já dormi...&lt;br /&gt;Mas já está de noite de novo..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Mas voltando.. sábado eu fui na Casa da minha amiga Bruna Copolla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaa foi demais!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;E de lá eu fui na casa Da Anny...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a Nádia também não me deixou ir no shopping com as meninas..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No domingoo eu fui na casa da minha vovó!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Saudade que eu estava dela...&lt;br /&gt;Foi demais eu fiquei lá na casa dela na sala sentada olhando pro quintal pasmando...&lt;br /&gt;Cara!!! e muitoo bom fazer isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu preciso começar a levar uma máquina fotográfica toda vez que eu for lá... porque tem fotos lindas pra serem tiradas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei o que eu tenho feito nesses dias...&lt;br /&gt;acho que só tenho ido pros cursos só... de web e inglês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!! eu sei que ontem(quinta)...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui pra São Paulo ver a minha amiga de Natal.. a Jordana!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Foi demais!!&lt;br /&gt;Nós fomos na Paulista... ficamos andando por lá...&lt;br /&gt;Fomos no StarBucks e no Parque Trianon...&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;Tiramos fotos lindas!!&lt;br /&gt;uhauhuahuhuaahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não encontrei ninguém famoso lá na Paulista....Ou será que encontramos?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhauhhauhuahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou explicar essa hipótese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos lá.. eu e Jordana tirando fotos no parque quando de repente surjiu um cara do nada e falou:_ Aaa...Vocês estavam me esperando pra tirar foto com vocês né?!&lt;br /&gt;ai eu fiquei exatamente assim: O.o&lt;br /&gt;e pensei: Ele está zuando com a nossa cara né?!&lt;br /&gt;Mais ele falou sério...: _ Não estão?!&lt;br /&gt;eu respondi: _ Nãoo!o.O&lt;br /&gt;Ai ele falou serio de novo: _ Não querem um autógrafo,não?! não né?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só fiquei paralisada tentando entender...o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahuahuahuuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tentando entender até agora...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! amanhã(hoje) eu tenho que acordar cedinhoo.. porque eu irei novamente para São Paulo.. com a Jordana e com o Leoo...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que?!Eu não tenho a mínima idéia...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o Cirto disse que é surpresa... Ai Meu Deus... essas surpresas..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Anny e a Karine falaram que precisam falar comigo... O.o&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou com medo...&lt;br /&gt;huhauahhuaahuahuahu&lt;br /&gt;eu não tenho a mínima idéia do assunto...&lt;br /&gt;e isso está me dandoo muitaaa agonia..&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;mass... fazer o que... eu vou ter que esperar até não sei quando..o.O &lt;br /&gt;Vou morrer aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuhahahauhuauhauh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! ontem foi aniverssário da Helo Bugarelli!!!\o &lt;br /&gt;Felizz Niver pra ela!!=P &lt;br /&gt;Mandemm vibraçõess positivass galeraa!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuaahuhuahuauh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! falando em vibrações positivas...&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! Hoje eu vi uma família hippie lá na Luz...*o*&lt;br /&gt;Maiss muitooo feraa!! Eles eram uma família hippie mesmoo!!de verdadee!! Com aqueles cabelões... as roupas coloridass e tudoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Muitooo Foddaa!! &lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que um dia eu veria uma família Hippiee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me realizeii!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahuuhaahhuaahuuha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! Ee.. Poovoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Que negócio é esse!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Vocês entram no meu blog e nem comentam nadaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Pooxaa!! Isso é tristee!! Comenteemm quando lerem os posts!! E deêm opinião!! pra saber o que é chato.. o que é legal... se gostaram de alguma coisa ou não... sei lá!!&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo menos deixem um comentário avisando que leu o Post para eu saber!!&lt;br /&gt;se não eu me sinto sozinha no blog... parece que ninguém lê..XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhauhauuahuhauhuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!&lt;br /&gt;sobre o inglês...&lt;br /&gt;Nada realmente importa quando eu caio....;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar com uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;...Uma composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny Jones&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Fletcher&lt;/span&gt;. Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing goes to plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's all a game of chance they say in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's magic in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A tragic love affair that I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;These summer girls are really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Our lives are short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mrs Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Is drinking at the bar again in New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She throws another dart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It narrowly avoids my lonely broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; These summer girls are really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Our lives are short(It won't be long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So pinch me I must be dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My life has lost all its meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I like the way I'm feeling now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Kissing her lips at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Under the stars and moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I never thought we'd be this wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She's looking good tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I love the way she glows in ultraviolet light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Intoxicate my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that love is blind and i'm not seeing right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; These summer girls are really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Our lives are short (It won't be long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; These summer girls are really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Our lives are short (It won't be long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights go on and on&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[post terminado dia 20 de Fevereiro, ás duas horas da manhã.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a few hours to See Jornada Again!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 8 days to the Karine´s party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Just 8 days to see You again!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-1655063720071754946?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1655063720071754946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1655063720071754946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1655063720071754946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1655063720071754946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter-at-all-when-i-fall-i.html' title='&quot;It doesn&apos;t matter at all when I fall, I fall&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZdGWlO4xdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nXcPebDnsQ4/s72-c/2008+Samsung+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-5018131694567423454</id><published>2009-02-12T11:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:02:11.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Às vezes a chuva pode ser tão bela quanto o Sol"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZQffK_24xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eE09HllbodI/s1600-h/2008+Samsung+094.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZQffK_24xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eE09HllbodI/s320/2008+Samsung+094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301897281710514962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meus sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was be the piece of your Dreams!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ontem o meu irmãozinho levou trote lá na Faculdade!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauhhauhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chegou todo cheio de tinta verde com um pouco de farinha e ainda rasparam um pedacinho do cabelo dele...mais não tem jeito.. ele vai ter que raspar tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;uhahuauhuahau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhhaaa genteee!!Eu ainda não acredito que o meu irmãozinho está crescendo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como eles crescem rápido não?!&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuahhau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu não tenho muita coisa pra falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu vi o Leo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Cara!!! ele me deu um ingresso de um showw..&lt;br /&gt;porque ele quer que eu vá com ele...&lt;br /&gt;é um show com um monte de bandas covers...&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser no sábado.. lá no Catedral...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu quero muitoo ir!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógicoo!!!Rejeitar um show (ainda de graça) não é muito a minha cara!!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos ver se os meus pais deixamm..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! eu conhecii o irmão do Leo!!&lt;br /&gt;Caraaa!!!Eles não tem Nadaa a Verrr!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos eu acho que não!o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaii e que raiva que eu fiquei ontem..¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei: A.. Hoje eu não vou levar o guarda-chuva só vou levar uma blusa com capus...porque não tem chovido muito forte.. e o guarda-chuva só ocupa espaço..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na hora que eu ia sair de casa começou a chover muitoo forte!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Então eu voltei pra pegar o guarda-chuva...&lt;br /&gt;E eu fui em um ponto de ônibos que é mais longe.. porquê o que eu costumo pegar estava alagado!o.O&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei com muita raiva porquê quando eu desci do ônibos aquela chuva forte milagrosamente desaparesceu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fique com muitaa raiva!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, sei lá acho que é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou ter que ir pro inglês mais cedo... pra fazer a Prova da unidade 6... que eu tinha faltado..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais vai ser suave...&lt;br /&gt;E.. Amanhã eu vou ver o meu inglês!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaa genteee!! Morri aqui!&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E uma coisa que eu estou amandoo demais!!&lt;br /&gt;É que eu e a Anny estamos nos falando todos os dias!!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ela me ligou ai eu fiquei converssando com ela enquanto eu fritava patitas..XD&lt;br /&gt;foi no mínimo engraçado...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena observação: eu ainda tenho esperanças de conseguir falar com o Johnny no msn um dia!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuhuhua&lt;br /&gt;(Alguns segundos depois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!Não acreditooooo!!!Eu to faalandooo com o Johhnnnyyy no Msn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! isso é uma ilusãoo!! não é possívell!!!&lt;br /&gt;huauhhauhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente... é isso..&lt;br /&gt;Vou finalizar com uma Música da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natashha&lt;/span&gt; que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quanto Tempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quanto tempo pra pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nos meus planos a vida vai continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mais agora,que o tempo já passou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Me vejo nova pra viver um outro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Não me peça pra mudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A história muda e troca os personagens de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas agora,meus olhos podem ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu vejo a vida que só via você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas me lembrei de mim,eu tenho que mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Minhas loucuras pra te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A vida é assim,as vezes vamos buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A pessoa errada pra se amar,heyeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quer ser dono do mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Não sabe confiar,heyeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Desconfia até dos segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não conhecia a palavra perdoar&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 5 days to See Jornada!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 day to see You!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-5018131694567423454?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/5018131694567423454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=5018131694567423454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5018131694567423454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5018131694567423454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-vezes-chuva-pode-ser-tao-bela-quanto.html' title='&quot;Às vezes a chuva pode ser tão bela quanto o Sol&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZQffK_24xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eE09HllbodI/s72-c/2008+Samsung+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1006950405330562113</id><published>2009-02-10T11:25:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:48:02.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Se eu penso em você o mundo inteiro para "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZGEO749tHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ncxiVxoSdS0/s1600-h/Europa+2+250-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZGEO749tHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ncxiVxoSdS0/s320/Europa+2+250-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301163628521436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meus sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was be in your heart!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fuii no show do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Upset&lt;/span&gt;!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! Foi demaiss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena Cada Segundoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheci duas bandas muitoo legais...Um se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natashha&lt;/span&gt; e a outra é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Condessa Safira&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Se puder ouça!! São muitooo boass!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que no show da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Condessa&lt;/span&gt; eu tive que sair no meio... e acabei não vendo o show da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natashha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natashha&lt;/span&gt; nos entregou um CD com algumas músicas dela.. e eu amei!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser conhecer o trabalho dessas bandas é só ouvir o Myspace delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natashha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/natashha"&gt;www.myspace.com/natashha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Condessa Safira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font-style: courier=""&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/condessasafira"&gt;www.myspace.com/condessasafira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font-family:courier&gt;Como sempre os UpSets Arrasaram!&lt;br /&gt;A!! e a Dede da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt; também estava lá!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaii tudo foi tão perfeitoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu cheguei na estação eram 23:30...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava esperando a Maior bronca do mundoo!! Mas ele só me deu uma bronquinha...*o*&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é porque ele estava na casa dos Bugarellis.. ai ele devia estar bebendo lá..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhuauhuhauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!! Não sei como eu conseguii esquecerr de contar aqui!! que na semana passada uns vizinhos se mudaram...&lt;br /&gt;E Caaaraaa!! Que Horrorr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele coloca um Sertanejoo no últimoo Volummee!!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;A partir das 7 da manhã!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meeuu fiqueii com muitaa raivaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais que merdaa hein!? Ele não podia ter um gosto musical melhorzinho não?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaai gentee!! Eu amoo o meu irmão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele está muitoo legal comigooo!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe foi me dar bronca por causa do show e ele falou:&lt;br /&gt;"Deixaaa a meninaa ir nos showss!! Ela já tem o que?! 15 anoss nas costaas!!Deixaa ela!!"(breve pausa)"O que eu fico Puto é que ela só vai em show de merda!!Só em show de banda desconhecidaa!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuauhahuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaa pelo menoss ele me ajudou neh?!=P&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero ajudar ele...(ta.. e a mim também..)&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar convencer a Nádia (minha mãe) a dar uma casa pra ele lá na Paulista perto da Augusta...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginaa!! Ia ser muitoo Fodaa!! Eu ia poder ir nos shows e depois dormir na casa do meu irmão...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!e... agora eu estou tentando chamar a minha mãe só de Nádia.. porque ela nunca me chamou de filha... ela só me chama de Lilian..&lt;br /&gt;Então...Decidi chamá-la de Nádia..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se eu vou conseguir.. já estou acustumada a Chamá-la de mãe!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Ontem eu não fiz praticamente nada...&lt;br /&gt;Só fui pro curso de Web e pra escola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já falei que eu estou amando o curso de Web?!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e Também estou gostando do Singular... o pessoal da minha sala é tudo legal!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuhuahahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...Quanto ao inglês...&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu posso Oficialmente chamá-lo de Inglês!!&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuhau&lt;br /&gt;Eu contei pra ele...&lt;br /&gt;a!!Nós vamos nos ver no Plaza na Sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra acreditar nisso?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Tipow:Caraa!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu encontrei na quadra de basquete e tive a cara de pau de surgir do nada e perguntar se eu podia jogar basquete.E eu fiz isso só pra conhecê-lo.Vê-lo de perto.Eu nem precisava saber o nome dele.Parece que só dele saber que eu existo já bastava. Mesmo que depois ele não se lembrasse nunca mais de mim...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que me fez ter o dia mais feliz da minha Vida!!!Só porque ele tinha dito que eu era "D+"!O.o ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que um dia eu chorei por pensar que ele amava uma menina o mesmo tanto que eu o amava!!Mais eu me enganei...eu o amava mais...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu me lembrava todos os dias e que continuo lembrando até hoje...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que foi o meu primeiro amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu mais Amei e que mais me fez morrer de felicidade...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que na virada do ano passado pra esse eu falei: "Quer saber?!Eu não ligo mais pra ele!!A vida continua e eu só espero que ele seja feliz."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que causou uma compactação atômica molecular no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que eu mandei pro inferno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu Mais Odiei com todo o Amor do Mundo!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu mais odiava e que quando ele me perguntou se eu ainda gostava dele,eu não consegui mentir e fiz que sim com a cabeça...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu mais odeio por ele ter voltado do nada e por ter demorado tanto... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que queria ficar comigo e eu disse que não!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font-family:courier&gt;&lt;/font-style:&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;que mesmo assim me disse pra marcarmos um dia para nos ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font-style: courier=""&gt;&lt;font-family:courier&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu chamei pra sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que diz que sente saudade de mim...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu vou ver sexta...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que eu já não sinto mais nada por ele...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o mesmo menino&lt;/span&gt; que todos os meus amigos um dia já ouviram falar...Mas que a maioria não sabe o nome dele..mas já o "nome" Inglês soa familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele é o mesmo que menino&lt;/span&gt; que agora vai ter que me conquistar mas pode ter certeza que ele conseguiria fazer isso sem ter que fazer o menor esforço..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra finalizar vou colocar aqui uma Composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Breno Bolan&lt;/span&gt;. Essa música é da banda que eu tive a honra de assistir no domingo...Essa banda se Chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Condessa Safira&lt;/span&gt; e essa Música é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um Pouco de Alguém&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font-family:courier&gt;&lt;/font-style:&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Montanhas de pó dividindo espaços com sorrisos angelicais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A noite em notas e os caminhos em duvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nada parece ser o que realmente é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sonho é gelo na dose dupla de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando tudo que se precisa é de muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Menos do que tem a oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando tudo que se quer é muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Menos do que pode imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco, só um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Bem pouco, mais um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até amanhã, até amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até a hora em que eu souber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até amanhã, até amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até o dia em que eu souber como viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Restos de prestígio dividindo atenção com beijos falidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A noite em plástico e as esquinas da sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tudo realmente é o que aparenta ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pesadelo é água na dose dupla da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando tudo que se precisa é de muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Menos do que tem a oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando tudo que se quer é muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Menos do que pode imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco, só um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Bem pouco, mais um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até amanhã, até amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até a hora em que eu souber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um pouco de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até amanhã, até amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Até o dia em que eu souber como viver&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 7 days to See Jornada!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  3 days to see You!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-1006950405330562113?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1006950405330562113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1006950405330562113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1006950405330562113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1006950405330562113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-eu-penso-em-voce-o-mundo-inteiro.html' title='&quot;Se eu penso em você o mundo inteiro para &quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SZGEO749tHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ncxiVxoSdS0/s72-c/Europa+2+250-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7757583218159103606</id><published>2009-02-07T22:27:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:05:26.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well there's nothing to lose And there's nothing to prove"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SY4qAwXCgVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-7lq5ih0sZw/s1600-h/Europa+2+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SY4qAwXCgVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-7lq5ih0sZw/s320/Europa+2+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300220003931554130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meus sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was Come back to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Porque lá eu me sentia em casa!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem acreditoo!!! que eu não vou fui pra São Vicente!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitoo felizz porque  Amanhã eu vou no show do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Upset Kids&lt;/span&gt; com as Lemos....&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou conhecerr o Ninjaaa!!! Nem acreditoo!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta eu vou sair com o Inglês!o/&lt;br /&gt;Mais posso ser sincera?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou indiferente...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que dessa vez ele que vai ter que me conquistar!&lt;br /&gt;uhahuahuahuhua&lt;br /&gt;E Pode ter certeza que não seria difícil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar como foi o meu dia ontem e hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu fui no Atacadão!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMoo ir no atacadão!! Já falei pra minha mãe.. que quando eu tiver a minha casa eu vou comprar tudo em super mercado que vende em atacado...mais prático e mais barato...xP&lt;br /&gt;Fui também de novo no Bar do Jé com o Cirto...&lt;br /&gt;Meooo Deoos.. bebi muita cerveja... XP&lt;br /&gt;E Fui direto pra escola!! Olha que bonitoo hein?!&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! quando eu estava indo pro Bar do Jé.. no meio do caminho que comprei o Corel X3 \o/&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muitoo felizz!! agora só falta instalar..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaii eu estou gostando de estudar no Singular.. e o Pessoal da minha sala são todos legais...=D&lt;br /&gt;Mais voltando...&lt;br /&gt;Depois da escola eu vim pra casa pq estava tendo uma festinha pro meu irmão... porque ontem foi aniverssário dele...&lt;br /&gt;depois que todos foram embora entrei no msn...&lt;br /&gt;converssei com o inglês...depois fui dormir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não fiz praticamente nada... só dormi e fiquei no Computador...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco eu já vou dormir pro Amanhã chegar logoo!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar hoje com uma música do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oasis&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel Gallagher&lt;/span&gt;. Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Married With Children&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need for you to say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't care no more so don't you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate the way that even though you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Know you're wrong you say you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate the books you read and all your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Your music's shite it keeps me up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no need for you to say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't care no more so don't you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate the way that you are so sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're not very bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You think that everything you've done's fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Your music's shite it keeps me up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And it will be nice to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For a week or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I know that I will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Right back here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no need for you to say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't care no more so don't you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 10 days to See Jornada!*o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow I´m gonna see the Upset Kids!!o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7757583218159103606?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7757583218159103606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7757583218159103606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7757583218159103606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7757583218159103606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-theres-nothing-to-lose-and-theres.html' title='&quot;Well there&apos;s nothing to lose And there&apos;s nothing to prove&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SY4qAwXCgVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-7lq5ih0sZw/s72-c/Europa+2+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-2570209059113957270</id><published>2009-02-04T09:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:57:04.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"'Cause I want your love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYmMiBOTB_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NcAXhDZucAY/s1600-h/2008+Samsung+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYmMiBOTB_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NcAXhDZucAY/s320/2008+Samsung+163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298920952649943026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was See You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaa Você não tem noção do quantoo eu queroo te verr logo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos converssar com você..&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhhaaiii to morrrendo de raivaa de vocêe e de mim mesma!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você reaparece assim do nada?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;E Porque eu Volto a ficar apaixonada por você assim tão fácil?!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom,&lt;br /&gt;Segunda eu tinha combinado com o Leo (Cirto) de irmos no Mister Bean...&lt;br /&gt;MAis agente chegou lá e estava fechado..&lt;br /&gt;então fomos pra minha casa e ficamos converssando tomando sorvete....*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terça eu sai com a Anny o Christian e os Amigos do Crishtian...&lt;br /&gt;fomos no Mc e dps no Parque...&lt;br /&gt;de lá eu fui pro meu inglês..&lt;br /&gt;ai o Cirto foi me ver lá.. e nós fomos pro Bar do Jé....(primeira vez que eu fui lá... que emoção!!*o*)uhauuhahuuha&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei no Jé até dar o horário da Aula...&lt;br /&gt;e fui pro primeiro dia de aula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro dia teve aquela chatisse de apresentação da escola e taulz...mais foi suave...&lt;br /&gt;Eu cai na sala da Carol Lemos...o/&lt;br /&gt; na 1C-26 e a Iolanda e a Marília caíram na 1C-36...&lt;br /&gt;Agente vai pedir pra elas virem pra nossa sala hoje...*o*&lt;br /&gt;Tirando o Mico que agente paassou entrando na sala errada.. foi tranquilo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na quarta eu só fui pro curso de web e pra escola depois...&lt;br /&gt;Segundo dia de aula..&lt;br /&gt;Foi melhorzinhoo...\o/&lt;br /&gt;Tirando que choveu e ficou mo pá de gente naquele pátio minúsculo..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sério!! parecia que agente estava em um show!o.O&lt;br /&gt;ou uma balada.. sei lá!O.o&lt;br /&gt;a!!Tinhaa uma bandinha tocando lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuhahuuhahuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na última aula a Pssora Rosana vez uma gincana ai agora eu e a Carol já estamos sabendo o nome de quase todo mundo da sala... hahhuahhau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu vou viajar nesse final de semana... lá pra São Vicente...&lt;br /&gt;maiss eu nem estou afimm... preferia ver a Ká e o Inglês..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aai aaiii...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tenho inglês e depois vou pro Singular..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria converssar com o Inglês..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria muito bom ser sincera com ele...XD&lt;br /&gt;huahuauahuaahuhauauh&lt;br /&gt;E contar que ele tinha causado uma compactação atômica  molecular  no meu coração...xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalizar uma uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; que eu vou dedicar ao Inglês..Essa música é uma composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dougie Poynter&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny Jones&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Fletcher&lt;/span&gt;. Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wanna Hold You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me that you want me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me that it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Say the magic words and I'd destroy the world for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; An army for the broken hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Marching through the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And every city's burning to the ground under your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My skies are turning black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feels like a heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd melt the polar ice caps baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And watch them flood the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything to show you what your love is worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So won't you show me your devotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To heal my aching heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's like a neutron bomb explosion tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Attention please, we interrupt this program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; With some disturbing news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A worldwide evacuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're going to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And they've pulverised the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess it shows us just what love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My skies are turning black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feels like a heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad, bad, bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Post terminado dia 5 de Fevereiro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-2570209059113957270?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/2570209059113957270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=2570209059113957270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2570209059113957270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2570209059113957270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-i-want-your-love.html' title='&quot;&apos;Cause I want your love&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYmMiBOTB_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NcAXhDZucAY/s72-c/2008+Samsung+163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-6904574509922927378</id><published>2009-02-01T11:22:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:31:13.942-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"The streetlights they will guide me to the stars"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYWjEGbGhdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z7tFbjtSqaE/s1600-h/SNV32467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYWjEGbGhdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z7tFbjtSqaE/s320/SNV32467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819827510347218" 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-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was see The Real Truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem acredito que eu fui Madrinha que formaturaa do Vini!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns Detalhes:&lt;br /&gt;*Ele me chamou pra ser madrinha no mesmo dia da Formatura!&lt;br /&gt;*Foi a Primeira vez que o Vi na minha Vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhahuhuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaa eu ensinei ele a dançar valsa!!o/&lt;br /&gt;E ele deu tapa na cara da mulher que tava passando...&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauhuauhahuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! e sem contar que eu AMEI ver as minhas meninas (Helo Bugarelli e Karine) se formando!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho que agredecerr muitooo pro Vinii!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, isso foi quinta..&lt;br /&gt;Sexta eu só dormi praticamente..&lt;br /&gt;e Sábado, Ontem, Foi o niver da Anny!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou começar a contar como foi o meu dia de ontem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei cedinhoo e fui pra Cia do Nó assistir uma aula..&lt;br /&gt;Noossaa!!! Que saudadeee que eu estava do Teatroo!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;E do Pessoal também!!&lt;br /&gt;a!! só pra deixar registrado aqui uma promessa que eu fiz pro Caio e pra mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;*Eu tenho que terminar a carta do Caio antes do Ano terminar!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá eu voltei a pé pra casa..&lt;br /&gt;e no meio do caminho a Ana me ligoo.. e nós ficamos converssando..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!! eu gostaria de agradecer à minha mãe se tem arrumado o meu cabelo pras últimas festas..&lt;br /&gt;e arrumar o meu cabelo não é fácil...temq ue ter muitaa paciência porque eu coloco defeito em tudoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu comprei o buquê de rosas pra Anny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! Eu ganhei uma rosa da mulher que trabalhava lá..&lt;br /&gt;(segunda vez na minha vida que eu ganho alguma flor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu fiquei maravilhada quando eu fui comprar as rosas...&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade da vendedora era Linda!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Mais é muitoo lindoo quando alguém Trabalha com Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...mais eu fiquei maravilhadaa mesmoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o Niver da Anny foi totalmente Perfeito!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.. Que raiva Inglês!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque você faz isso comigo?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque você volta assim do nada?!&lt;br /&gt;Só pra me confudir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou finalizar com uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;.Composição do gênio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel Gallagher&lt;/span&gt;.Essa música se chama&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let There Be Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who kicked a hole in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So the heavens would cry over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who stole the soul from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In a world come undone at the seams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope the weather is calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As you sail up your heavenly stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Suspended clear in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are the words that we sing in our dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Come on, baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Shake up your tired eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The world is waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; May all your dreaming fill the empty sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But if it makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep on clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just remember I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's going to pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who kicked a hole in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So the heavens would cry over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who stole the soul from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In a world come undone at the seams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let there be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot Of  Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-6904574509922927378?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6904574509922927378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=6904574509922927378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6904574509922927378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6904574509922927378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/02/streetlights-they-will-guide-me-to.html' title='&quot;The streetlights they will guide me to the stars&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYWjEGbGhdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z7tFbjtSqaE/s72-c/SNV32467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1889766944157714417</id><published>2009-01-29T12:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:37:41.171-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYG5kcoCkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/veoMi1DRYOo/s1600-h/SNV32575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYG5kcoCkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/veoMi1DRYOo/s320/SNV32575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296718672574976066" 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-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was see my little Babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nhaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nem Acreditooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que vou ver as minhas meninas se Formandoo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Pela Primeira vez na minha vida eu vou ser Madrinha de Formatura de Alguém!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuauhhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito Feliz Pelo Convite!! Mesmooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, só queria falar isso mesmoo..&lt;br /&gt;Mais por enquanto é segredo hein?!&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer uma surpresinhaa Pra elass!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra finalizar vou dedicar uma outra música pro Inglês...&lt;br /&gt;huauhhuahuauhuha&lt;br /&gt;Essa Música é do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;. Uma ótima composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ethan Mentzer&lt;/span&gt;.Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Way To Go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it you who said that you could never get enough of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Did you confess that when we were alone you had to tell yourself to breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So maybe I should feel a little more like I've been livin' in a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I'm asking you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Should I stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't help thinkin' 'bout if I'd be better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If we stay together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It could get worse then again maybe it could get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't help thinkin' 'bout if I'd be better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something's wrong we both know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That you and I still got a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Why would you wanna be with me instead of other guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Make me feel like something special God I think I've heard a million times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So would it be enough to buy you everything and call you mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause we won't last long if I do.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I would leave tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'd be the last to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If we stay together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't help thinkin' 'bout if I'd be better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If we stay together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It could get worse then again maybe it could get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't help thinkin' 'bout if I'd be better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something's wrong we both know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; that you and I still got a long, long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Long way to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Long way to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We still got a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 3 days to the Lipstick concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 2 days to the Anny´s Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot Of  Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-1889766944157714417?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1889766944157714417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1889766944157714417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1889766944157714417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1889766944157714417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-tell-anyone-or-youll-be-just.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t tell anyone or you&apos;ll be just another regret&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SYG5kcoCkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/veoMi1DRYOo/s72-c/SNV32575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7728320030627421182</id><published>2009-01-19T17:28:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:00:18.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu sei que a Gravidade não perdoa ninguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SX8fCXSe07I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FGO_pVUBGSg/s1600-h/SNV32561.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SX8fCXSe07I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FGO_pVUBGSg/s320/SNV32561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295985812282725298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was that the day come fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Noossaa!!! Fazz muiitoo tempooo que não postoo aquiii!!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... como eu sei que a Gravidade não perdoa ninguém.... eu sei que eu vou acabar não escrevendo aqui como tinha sido aquele show... talvez algum dia eu filme eu contando tudo o que aconteceu...naquele show e também nesse show que eu fui em Guarulhos no dia 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu vou fazer um super resumo de tudo o que aconteceu nesses últimos tempos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Natall foi totalmentee Mágicooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;E a virada também!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a virada eu passei lá em São Vicente!! foi perfeitoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudoo tem sido perfeitoo!!! e o que não estava agora já está!!&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou contar as coisas mais recentes...&lt;br /&gt;Quarta passada começou o meu curso de Web!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Caraaa!!! Ao que tudoo indicaa eu vou AMARR fazer esse cursoo!!&lt;br /&gt;e mau vejo a hora que criar aquele meu site!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quintaaa foi a minha formaturaa!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha como ter sidoo melhor!!!!Alias!! até tinha..por causa de um pequeno detalhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maassss agente relevaa!!Fora isso foi tudooo perfeitooo!!&lt;br /&gt;AMEII mesmoo!!! sem palavras pra descreverr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi simplesmente inesquecível!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta eu só dormi!!!&lt;br /&gt;huahuuauhahuuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado eu fui pra Tietê..&lt;br /&gt;Em um sítio do amigo do meu pai... maiss noossaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que sítioo maiss lindooo!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingoo eu fui na casa da Helo...o/&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a Carol Cricaa!!! Que saudadeee caraa!!!&lt;br /&gt;( Ela estudou comigo lá no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trevo&lt;/span&gt; quando éramos pequeninas)&lt;br /&gt;e Ela Gostaa de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;!!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;quee Lindaaa!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi simplesmentee demaiss!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi o primeiro dia de aula do pessoal do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pueri&lt;/span&gt; e do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Objetivo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(Obs. nada a ver: Caraa!! a Melzinha acabou de vir deitar no meu coloo!!*o* óunnn!! muitoo fofaa!!)&lt;br /&gt;E a maioria do pessoal que estudava no Trevo comigo mudaram de escola..&lt;br /&gt;Ai agente tinha combinado de depois do primeiro dia de aula deles... que nós iriamos comer no Mc..&lt;br /&gt;e Fomoos!! Foiii muitoo gostoo converssar com o Pessoal!!&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem que nós tinhamos nos visto na Quinta-feira na formatura... mais é muitoo estranho não nos vermos todos os dias como antes.. parece que a cada dia que passa a Saudade cresce em uma velocidade monstruosa!!&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de lá.. nós fomos andar na Oliveira Lima.. porque a Xulinha precisava provar o vetsido do niver da Anny, eu tinha que comprar uma bolsa pra usar na escola e as Lemos precisavam carregar o passe do ônibus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fomos na loja do vestido... ficamos uma hora lá esperando pra mulher vim e perguntar se a Julia não podia voltar no dia seguinte porque ela estava muito ocupada!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Falaa sério!!!que raivinhha!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi bomm porque lá nos vimos a Rosana!! que fazia muitoo tempooo que eu não via!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;( Ela tembém estudou lá no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trevo&lt;/span&gt; quando éramos pequeninas)&lt;br /&gt;E também encontramos a Cazarotte de novoo...&lt;br /&gt;( porque ela também estava lá no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt;... mas ela depois foi embora..não tinha ido andar com agente..)&lt;br /&gt;Depois da Mulher falar pra que era pra Xulinha voltar no dia seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;nós passamos em outra loja que aluga roupa.. na Joli... porque a Cazarotte queria ver o Vestido que as meninas que faziam parte dos 15 casais.. viriam usar... ai ela já aproveitou e tirou as medidas e taulz..&lt;br /&gt;De lá a Cazarotte foi embora...&lt;br /&gt;e nós seguimos pra Oliveira Lima.. pra comprar a minha bolsa..&lt;br /&gt;Compramos a Bolsa e as meninas seguiram pro shopping.. pras Lemos irem lá carregar o cartão do ônibus..&lt;br /&gt;E eu fui pra minha aula de Web...*o*&lt;br /&gt;(obs.: Já falei que eu estou amando fazer web?!)&lt;br /&gt;a!!! e... antes de começar o curso eu encontrei o Alan...o/&lt;br /&gt;( ele estudou comigo ano passado lá no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trevo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Depois do curso de web.. eu fiquei esperando na chuva a minha mamãe ir me buscar...&lt;br /&gt;quando ela me buscou nós fomos no super mercado...=D&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de que ter feito ela gastar o dobro do que de custume...foii divertidoo!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuahuuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaai que Saudade que eu estava de escrever aqui!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!!!!! e... dia 18 foi PERFEITOOOO demaiss!!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;Dá uma longgaaaa históriaa!!&lt;br /&gt;huahuhahuuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou com priguiça de contar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quiser saber é só me perguntar que eu conto tudinho!!! mais é tudinhoo mesmoo hein?!&lt;br /&gt;huahhuauhahuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii!!! Eu me esqueci de contarr que na quarta-feira que começou o meu curso de Web..&lt;br /&gt;Qaundo acabou a aula o Meu amigo Leo (Cirto) foi me buscar lá...*o*&lt;br /&gt;e depois nós fomos no Mister Bean... e no meio do Caminho nós simplesmente vimos a Carol Navarro!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claroo que eu fiquei com vergonha e nem converssei com elaa...mais ela estava lindaa!!o/&lt;br /&gt;a!! e o Leeooo me deu um chaveiro do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;!!( do filme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nigthmare Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Pireeii!!! Ameiii o Chaveirinhoo!!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uma pequena Obs.: Esse Post inteiro foi escrito no dia 27 da Janeiro de 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra finalizarr eu vou colocar aqui uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Essa Músicaa é Simplesmentee Fodaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero Oferecer ela ao Inglês... e a Bá...e a todos que queriam me fazer acreditar que o meu céu não pode ser vermelhoo e que as estrelas nunca se tonarão vagalumes!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai a Música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wake up every evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; With a big smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And it never feels out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're still probably working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; At a nine to five pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wonder how bad that tastes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you see my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you walk my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now where's your picket fence, love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And where's that shiny car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And did it ever get you far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've never seemed so dense, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I've never seen you fall so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And do you know where you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And truth be told, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And truth be told, I'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you see my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you walk my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you find a man that's worth a damn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and treats you well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Then he's a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're just as well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope it gives you hell.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow you'll be thinkin' to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Yeah, when did it all go wrong?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But the list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And truth be told, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And truth be told, I'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; What you've done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can take back your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They're no good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And here's all your lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can look me in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; With the sad, sad look at you S.O.L.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you see my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. (Hope it gives you hell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you walk my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. (Hope it gives you hell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you hear this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you'll never tell. (Oh, you'll never tell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Then you're the fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're just as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell. (Hope it gives you hell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you hear this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope that it will give you hell. (Hope it gives you hell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can sing along I hope that it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Would suit you well.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 5 days to the Lipstick concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 4 days to the Anny´s Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Lot Of  Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-7728320030627421182?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7728320030627421182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7728320030627421182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7728320030627421182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7728320030627421182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-eu-sei-que-gravidade-nao-perdoa.html' title='Porque eu sei que a Gravidade não perdoa ninguém!'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SX8fCXSe07I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FGO_pVUBGSg/s72-c/SNV32561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-9050758229981377709</id><published>2009-01-07T11:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:21:23.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Today is a winding road"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SWSsao4_GdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/75DTuCzRSy4/s1600-h/SNV30239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SWSsao4_GdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/75DTuCzRSy4/s320/SNV30239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288541436092815826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was see her Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nossaa!! Tantas coisas aconteceram desde o último post!!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitasss coisass pra contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... desculpe, mas dessa vez eu não vou contar como foi o show dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Homens de Marte&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu vou contar também não é uma das milhares histórias Alegres que eu tenho pra contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou dedicar esse post pra minha amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não é nada muitoo sério... tipo de vida ou morte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu estou preocupada com você!&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que eu mais queria era poder abraçar você!! Pra ter certeza de que você está bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que eu Sempre vou estar ao seu lado!!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre Mesmoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que agora você vai passar por uma fase difícil...&lt;br /&gt;Mas você já está cansada de saber que sempre que precisar é só olhar pro céu... que você vai perceber que a sua amiga mesmo estando longe.. ela nunca te deixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma das minha melhores amigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei e nem consigo imaginar eu vivendo sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ir te ver e levar um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; pedaço de uma estrela&lt;/span&gt; e em vez de levar um vaso de flores, como as pessoas fazem... eu queria levar um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pé de feijão&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses são obejtos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mágicos&lt;/span&gt;!! que aqueles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;duendes&lt;/span&gt; Nunca conseguiram roubar e jogar no mar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei bem se tudo o que eu falei fez sentido...Mas minha cabeça está uma confusão...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você entenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Amoo muitoo!! e por mais que você queria eu nunca te deixarei.Porque você ainda vai ser a madrinha de um dos meus filhos!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar esse post eu vou colocar uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt; que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Brick in The Wall&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roger Water&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You, Yes You, Stand Still Laddie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When we grew up and went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; there were certain teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; who would hurt the children anyway they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; by pouring their derision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; upon anything we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; exposing any weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; however carefully hidden by the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Out in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; they were home at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; their fat and psychopathic wives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Would thrash them within inches of their lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We don't need no education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We don't need no thought control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All in all it's just another brick in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (A bunch of kids singing) We don't need no education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We don't need no thought control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All in all it's just another brick in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Wrong, Guess again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Wrong, Guess again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!"&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Just Wanna See You Soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&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/23425968-9050758229981377709?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/9050758229981377709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=9050758229981377709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/9050758229981377709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/9050758229981377709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-winding-road.html' title='&quot;Today is a winding road&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SWSsao4_GdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/75DTuCzRSy4/s72-c/SNV30239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1557570792309587368</id><published>2008-12-05T20:35:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:32:51.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here I am!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STm34hZ-7DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lwdwCesoxkk/s1600-h/SNV32498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STm34hZ-7DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lwdwCesoxkk/s320/SNV32498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276450620109155378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was stay like that forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que faz um tempinho que eu não escrevo realmente o que eu ando fazendo...xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom... vou tentar resumir um pouco.. mas esses dias tem sido muitooo bonnss!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta passada eu fui no Hopi-Hari...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi maravilhossoo!!! eu pulei de Skycoster!!&lt;br /&gt;E é a melhorr sensação do mundoooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitooo bbomm!!Parece que você está voandoo...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado teve a minha apresentação de teatroo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei muito chatiada com muita gente, pois eu chamei 397 mil vezes o povo...mas quase ninguém foi...&gt;&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado de tarde eu e o Leo fomos no show da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Lá encontramos a Má e a Carol Lemos...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda de Abertura se chamava : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Homens de Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameii a Banda de abertura!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do Show nós fomos pra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cia do Nó&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! eu esqueci de falar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas algum dia que eu nem lembro mais também teve um Meeting do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Help McFly&lt;/span&gt;... Foi muitoo Legal!! Até a Parte que começou a  Chover...&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós tinhamos pedido pra um tio tirar uma foto pra gente... mas ele falou que não dava... porque ele estava segurando o guarda sol...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;( Pura Falta de vontade!! pq ele podia muito bem tirar com uma mão só..)&lt;br /&gt;Que raiva que eu tenho desse povo viu?!¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hauhhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais nem ligoo!! Agente conseguiu tirar as fotos mesmo Sem a ajuda do tio!!&lt;br /&gt;huahuuahhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! Agora lembrando do Hopi- Hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR FAVORR,&lt;br /&gt;quando você e um amigo se perderem do resto de grupo de amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Não Fique o tempo todo Falando: _ A!! Velhoo que merda!! num acreditoo!!&lt;br /&gt;E também não fique emburrado o tempo todo...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse acontecido a pior coisa do mundo!!¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu implorooo!!! Não façam isso!!! Porque se você começar a fazer isso comigo eu te dou um soco na cara!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez disso pense assim:_ Velhoo eu estou em um parque de Diversão!!E to com a minha amiga!! E dai que nós nos perdemos dos outros?!Depois agente acha eles...Vamos nos divertirr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigada pela atenção...Espero que sigam a minha dica!!*o* ( Eu imploroo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto teve um dia que eu estava votando pra casa.. e quando eu olhei pro céu, eu vi uma Estrela cadente!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Segunda vez que eu vejo uma na minha vida..!&lt;br /&gt;E.. Não me pergunte o que eu pedi.. porque nem eu sei direitoo!! Mas seja o que for, pode ter certeza que deu certo!! Porque a minha vida está perfeita!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como hoje já é dia 11 de Dezembro.. já se passou mais uma semana de quando eu estava escrevendo o post..  então eu tenho mais novidades pra contar..xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira as Meninas da minha sala vieram aqui em casa!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi demais!!( é Nina... o milk-shake nós erramos dessa vez.. mas na próxima nós acertamos!!;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo tinha sido o show da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt; com a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abertura dos Homens de Marte&lt;/span&gt;, Neh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai na Segunda-feira eu começei a procurar as coisas deles na internet.. Como: My space, fotolog, comunidade do orkut, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no Fotolog eu vi a agenda de show deles ...&lt;br /&gt;E tinha um show lá no Parque do Carmo!!( eu tinhaa que ir!!*o*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria muito comprar o CD deles...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me contentando... eu decidi, na terça-feira, que ia fazer um fotolog só pra comentar no fotolog deles...o/&lt;br /&gt;E fiz... coloquei uma foto qualquer e escrevi uma parte de uma música deles.. e pronto... fui lá comentar no fotolog deles...&lt;br /&gt;eu escrevi assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment"&gt;   &lt;div class="byline"&gt;    &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fotolog.com/likalithloka"&gt;likalithloka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;disse em 02/12/08 08:30&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="cfx"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Nhaaaa!!!Eu AMEI o show de vocês no Domingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter comprado o CD só que eu tinha saído de casa sem dinheiro...( e já que eu não ganhei neh?!XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu queroo muitooo ir lá no Parque do Carmo!!e dessa vez já vou comprar o CD!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ameii demais as músicas de vocês!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns mesmo!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_+_Lily Of The Valley_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Bom...Eu não estava esprando nenhuma resposta...Mass... eu  quando eu vii lá no meu fotolog.."Comentários no Livro de Visitas(1)"&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei: nha.. deve ser outra pessoa..Mas eu tive um treco quando eu li:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;    &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fotolog.com/homens_de_marte"&gt;homens_de_marte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;disse em 02/12/08 09:32&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="cfx"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Legal que vc curtiu !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 07 vai ser legal no pq do carmo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bjao pra vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedé&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri.. huauhuauha... nessa hora eu tinha certeza!! Eu TINHA que ir nesse show..XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai depois , na quarta, a Marília comentou lá no meu Fotolog...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tinha falado pra ela que eu tinha gostado muito das músicas deles...&lt;br /&gt;e falei do fotolog que eu tinha criado só pra comentar no deles...ai depois ela falou pra mim que ela tinha ganho dois CDs de apresentação deles...e ela perguntou se eu queria um!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que passava em casa na quarta pra entregar...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quarta ela passou... nós conversamos um pouco no portão de casa... e ela entregou o CD..*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei muitoo feliz!! Mas niguém entendeu a minha felicidade!!XD&lt;br /&gt;( acho que as pessoas mais  próximas  de entender como eu estava me sentindo era a Marília e a Carol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava muitoo feliz!! Pelas meninas terem ido em casa e por eu ter ganho o CD... e depois que elas foram embora.... eu entrei no meu fotolog...&lt;br /&gt;e no que eu vejo o estava escrito: "Comentários no Livro de Visitas(3)"&lt;br /&gt;Desci a página pra ler.. e paraliseii!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Estava escrito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;    &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.fotolog.com/homens_de_marte"&gt;homens_de_marte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;disse em 03/12/08 15:12&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="cfx"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;sei que o dedé já respondeu, mas tô dando uma passadinha só pra reforçar...bora pro parque do carmo dia 07 quebrar tudoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;muito feliz que vc gostou do som!!! e vamo que vamoooooooooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Cadu&lt;br /&gt;bjos dos Homens de Marte&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;Bom já tinha até falado com o Leo e ele também estava louco pra ir porque ele também tinha gostado deles....E comentei pra Anny quando ela estar aqui em casa.. ai eu mostrei as músicas deles e taulz...e também a chamei pra ir no show... mas ela não sabia se a mãe dela ia deixar..XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu estava feliz da vida contando os dias pra chegar o dia do show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que nisso.. na quinta-feira a Marília e a Carol me chamaram pra ir com elas lá em frente à Gazeta.. porque as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;s iam tocar lá.. só que como não poderia ir lá ver o programa.. agente só ia pra conversar com elas e tirar fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira nós pegamos o trem e fomos pra lá...Caraa!!! Foi muitoo legall lá!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! Foi a primeira vez na minha vida que eu aindei lá na Av. Paulista!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuitoo felizz euu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuhauhua&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim....Foi muitoo legall!! eu conheci pessoas novass, falei com a Michele e tirei foto com ela...elas são muitoo legais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma fotinho de recordação!!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SUEg-SPUtBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-y2t1x13ZAU/s1600-h/1.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SUEg-SPUtBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-y2t1x13ZAU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278536492675019794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado foi muitoo divertidoo eu fui no shopping com as minhas irmãzinhas  e depois nós fizemos um piquinique no Parque Central...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitoo demais!!&lt;br /&gt;uma único comentário: _ Uii Nenémm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahuhauhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado de noite tinha aniverssário da Jenny de 15...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Fuii e foi muitoo demais!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci duas meninas que eu descobri   que tem muito em comum comigo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Amei elas!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! Num sei porque mas agora eu acabei de lembrar que hoje tem outro Meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Help McFly &lt;/span&gt;eu vou!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que finalmente chegou o dia do Show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é outra história... fica pro próximo post...;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra encerrar eu vou colocar a música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Where I Need To Be&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kooks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She don't know who she is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I can take her anywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do whatever comes naturally to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You know she just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You know she just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm always where,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I always thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I would end up with you eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do do do-dododo, do do do-dododo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do do do-dododo, do do do-dododo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I have to be a hummingbird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whisper words in her ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you know I just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You know she just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm always where,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I always thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I would end up with you eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do do do-dododo, do do do-dododo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do do do-dododo, do do do-dododo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oooh wohwohwoh oh I'm a man on the scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a man and I can be so obscene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I always think I know how to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I always thought I would end up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do do do dododo, do do do dododo, Do do do dododo, do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; do do dododo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[post terminado dia 11 de Dezembro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-1557570792309587368?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1557570792309587368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1557570792309587368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1557570792309587368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1557570792309587368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-am.html' title='&quot;Here I am!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STm34hZ-7DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lwdwCesoxkk/s72-c/SNV32498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-2808918910918367137</id><published>2008-12-02T10:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:00:50.137-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's spend tonight on top of the world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STUtTGHF9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/7tftWgJMmYk/s1600-h/SNV32799.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STUtTGHF9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/7tftWgJMmYk/s320/SNV32799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275172344615532146" 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-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was say that all will be fine, like now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ontem eu estava no teatro e nós começamos à lembrar por tudo o que tínhamos passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só naquela hora eu consegui ver com clareza por tudo o que eu tinha passado para estar lá naquele exato momento...&lt;br /&gt;E eu não tocaria NADA por aquele momento maravilhoso...Eu me sentia no Topo do Mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você se mata para uma coisa dar certo e quando ela dá você olha para tudo e só quer ficar naquele momento, se deliciando de satisfação... porque você pode dizer:_ Eu consegui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou me esquecer de todos que fizeram teatro comigo... desdos que saíram até os que continuaram até o fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro de cada brincadeira, cada discussão, cada abraço, cada cena, cada Aplauso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que eu simplismente não Consigo viver sem Tudo Isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar eu não poderia escolher outra música senão  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On Top Of The  World&lt;/span&gt;  da banda  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;, uma maravilhosa composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin Johnson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look up, the stars are fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I am still here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Be with you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When the moon is gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope you're up there somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Be with you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause all the roads they lead to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the streetlights shine like they were stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we can do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We can be anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll meet you tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As real as it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Look out across the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Faces of lonely daughters and mothers who care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But just can't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Swear that I will see you someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I have to find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To show you I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even if you're not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So I'm following the road to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Meet you tonight on top of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The streetlights they will guide me to the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we can do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We can be anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll meet you tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As real as it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My heart is empty without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes I don't know what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I need you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll fall asleep and it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just close my eyes and I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we can do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We can be anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll meet you tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As real as it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (On top of the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As real as it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 5 days to the Homens de Marte´s concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-2808918910918367137?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/2808918910918367137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=2808918910918367137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2808918910918367137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2808918910918367137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-spend-tonight-on-top-of-world.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s spend tonight on top of the world&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STUtTGHF9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/7tftWgJMmYk/s72-c/SNV32799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-6365392585868256304</id><published>2008-12-01T11:13:00.020-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:46:28.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now I'm heels over head"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STPnsK67TDI/AAAAAAAAADk/283odRFb0y0/s1600-h/Thur+e+Talyta.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STPnsK67TDI/AAAAAAAAADk/283odRFb0y0/s320/Thur+e+Talyta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274814334612753458" 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-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dreamer girl, that all she wanted, was see they together Forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bom, hoje eu irei fazer um pouco diferente...e.. quem vai escrever a partir daqui e irá colocar a música será o meu amigo... o Thur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte e se divirta!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, aqui agora é o Thur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendo, mas tenho a impressão de que esse mundo esta cada vez mais vazio, não vejo mais um abraço sincero, um ombro amigo aconchegante. As coisas estão mudando e cada vez mais o dinheiro vem tomando conta do ser humano e comprando seus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Achar um sentimento verdadeiro esta raro(muito raro). Cada vez mais as pessoas estão com a nessecidade de machucar a outra, ferir em vão. Ou não. As vezes o seu sentimento é em vão, por muitas vezes a gente machuca sem querer, e isso acontece por querermos contrariar o nosso coração. Quantas vezes eu já não me vi fazendo coisas erradas, ferindo os outros, tentando escapar de algo que não pode sair de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que você encontra o seu amor, jamais ele será apagado, esquecido qui sá substituído. Paixões, Aventuras, Fantasias e muitas outras coisas virão, mas dificilmente algo capaz de preencher o vazio que o amor pode fazer você sentir. Eu, particularmente, acho que dar a isso o nome de sofrimento é errado, pois um sentimento verdadeiro não pode ter esse sinonimo, sofrimento é uma palavra muito forte e muito dolorosa. Amor é algo dos Deuses. Algo que é concedido cuidadosamente a cada humano com um objetivo certo, algo traçado bem antes da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Enfim, ame incondicionalmente, mesmo sem motivos para amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabafei =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu esse FDS(Sábado) fui pra casa do meu amigo, Pietro, lá no centro de SP. Foi muito bom, cara.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ao teatro,comi pizza, fui num churrasco, e o que mais me fez feliz esse FDS foi ter visto a Talyta, foi tão perfeito, eu não acredito até agora que eu a vi, abracei, beijei, abracei, abracei, abracei. Aquilo não podia ser real, não parecia real, a cada momento que passei com ela foi um sonho, cada segundo foi indispensável e inesquecível, e a cada beijo foi uma viajem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço questão de ama-la, não existe nada mais lindo do que ver aqueles lábios sussurrando, eu te amo, Thur.&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse uma gravidez inesperada(algo estranho pra ser comparado com amor, né?), ela veio e nos deu um susto, não agradou a todos, porém foi cativando aos poucos, cresce mais a cada dia e mata-la é um crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Esse FDS foi um sonho, um momento só nosso, que JAMAIS poderia ser estragado.&lt;br /&gt;Foi perfeito pra mim, e eu espero que pra você também. Não te dei tudo o que queria, não conseguimos conversar o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi o suficiente pra eu perceber o quanto eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princezinha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não perder esse seu amor nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Aconteça o que acontecer, como já aconteceu, eu sempre vou te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eu vou colocar um poema que ela fez pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou apto a isso, nem se posso.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa eu tiro =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Talyta Villaescusa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"&gt;&lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"&gt;&lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" 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style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mais do que poderia imaginar amar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Você não é diferente... É tudo o que sempre sonhei. Já pensei em te perder, em te largar, mas não consigo. Há algo maior que me impede... O meu amor por você é maior que as coisas do mundo, nunca duvide.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você, necessito de você para minha felicidade estar completa. Nos seus olhos, eu vi um brilho que dizia AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é muito maior do que imagina. Ele ultrapassa barreiras, destrói obstáculos e fica feliz quando te vê. Não vou conseguir me expressar por meio de palavras, de gestos... só eu mesma sei o quanto eu te amo. E esse amor cresce a cada instante, a cada segundo da minha vida. Seu jeito me irrita, mas eu gosto disso, me faz rir, você me diverte. E saiba que eternamente serei sua, pois o amor verdadeiro a gente só encontra uma vez na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero aproveitar, não precisa ter medo de me perder. Achei respostas para meus problemas junto com você. Eu não vou desistir, você me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Se falo que te amo, é porque fiz uma luta comigo mesma para me expressar. Se falo que te quero, é porque algo pede mais dentro de mim. Se já tentei te esquecer, é porque fracassei, mas precisei disso para entender que só você me fará feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te levar para um mundo só meu. Onde o tempo não passa, o sol não se põe, as coisas não pioram. Estou com você, já é o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu conosco não acontece sempre, namoros à distância geralmente não dão certo, mas se os corações forem os mesmos corações apaixonados de outras vidas, nada mais importa. O teu beijo me faz esquecer o mundo, e seu toque me faz sensível... e isso só acontece com você. Só você me acalma, faz-me ver o que é certo... PORQUE ME AMA, AINDA MAIS DO QUE POSSO IMAGINAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho melhor eu parar de falar por aqui, se não eu vou começar a chorar hehehe&lt;br /&gt;e vai ai a Musica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora, o que eu vou fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se os seus lábios ainda estão molhando os lábios meus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E as lágrimas não secaram com o sol que fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora como posso te esquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se o seu cheiro ainda está no travesseiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E o seu cabelo está enrolado no meu peito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para que você retorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E te beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora, como eu passo sem te ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se o seu nome está gravado no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meu braço como um selo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossos nomes que tem o "N"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Como um elo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora como posso te perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se o teu corpo ainda guarda o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meu prazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E o meu corpo está moldado com o teu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para que você retorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E que você retorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E te beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De novo...de novo...de novo...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos, e brigadaço Lilian por esse espaço.&lt;br /&gt;te odeio estranha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico por aqui, muito abrigado por ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se morrer me avise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By Arthur Moro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Lilian estou de volta agora...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaa magina!!Espero que a Talyta tenha gostado dessa minha idéia de te deixar escrever aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E conto com a colaboração de todos que lerem este blog para que não plageiem nenhum poema ou música, pois eu sempre coloco autores , pois acredito que é o mínimo que podemos fazer ao citar palavras e de certa forma sentimentos dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham gostado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-6365392585868256304?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6365392585868256304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=6365392585868256304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6365392585868256304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/6365392585868256304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-im-heels-over-head.html' title='&quot;Now I&apos;m heels over head&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/STPnsK67TDI/AAAAAAAAADk/283odRFb0y0/s72-c/Thur+e+Talyta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-2613681980662436561</id><published>2008-11-27T20:37:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:31:04.376-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forever and ever, let's make this last forever!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SS8lSjWPyiI/AAAAAAAAADc/vwrQObOzJDE/s1600-h/SNV32803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SS8lSjWPyiI/AAAAAAAAADc/vwrQObOzJDE/s320/SNV32803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273474689330563618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl, that all she wanted was stop the clocks and live this moment forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ Vou deixar para contar a parte que sumiu do post outro dia... e para não ficar uma bagunça eu irei colocar a parte que sumiu como um comentário naquele mesmo post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu estou me sentindo agora?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sinceramente, eu estou muito triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi meu último dia de aula lá no Trevo (escola que eu estudo desde pequeninaa).&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que vai ser bom, eu também vou sentir saudades de lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nem tem como não sentir né?!=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!!! eu NUNCA vou esquecer de cada um que estudou comigo lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol e Marília!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só conheci vocês agora no finalzinho do ano!!Poxaa!! Podiamos ter nos conhecido antes né?!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vocês podem ter certeza de que eu Amo Muitoo vocês!!&lt;br /&gt;Nesse pouco tempo que tivemos para nos conhecer vocês já se tornaram pessoas muitoo importantes pra mim!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou esquecer de quando eu sentava ao lado de vocês na sala...E NUNCA vou me recusar a ouvir vocês contando as suas histórias da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Serioo!!eu não tenho palavras para falar o que eu sinto por vocês!! Eu fiquei muito emocionada hoje quando a Marília me tirou no amigo secreto!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Só me Arrependo de não ter dado nela um abraço duplo!!=P&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi muita coisa com vocês, e espero que continue aprendendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal ano que vem nós nos vemos no Singular né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vocês são Muito Fofas e Lindozas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu Amo Muitoo Vocês!!&lt;/span&gt;( não se esqueçam disso ok?!;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa pra mim você já é mais do que uma irmã!!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu já te disse, eu Nunca vou esquecer dos momentos que passamos juntas!!TODOS eles!&lt;br /&gt;Brigada por me consolar quando foi preciso...^^&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito Grata por tudo o que eu vivi com você!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho palavras pra falar o que eu sinto por você...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a nossa amizade não acabe nunca!! Porque se isso acontecer eu não sei o que faço...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ter certeza de que eu vou lutar o máximo para que isso não aconteça!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo Muito Você&lt;/span&gt;, irmãzinha!!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Má Cazarotte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra de quando nós erámos pequeninas e usavamos uma camiseta igual de anjinho e uma bolsa de dálmata igual?!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não tem como esquecer não é mesmo?!&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito emocionada quando eu te tirei no amigo secreto..eu tinha planejado falar um monte de coisas bonitas, mas na hora eu acabei não falando nem um terço...mas eu acho que eu consigo resumir tudo o que eu queria dizer naquele momento, que era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu Te Amo Demais!!&lt;/span&gt;Assim, como naquela época!! Exatamente do mesmo jeito, talvez até mais, mesmo não nos falando tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo e Nina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saibam que nós sempre fomos e sempre seremos o Trio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como falar, mas eu acho que eu estou me sentindo exatamente igual à Helo no dia da fogueira do NR, quando ela veio e me deu uma "bronca" chorando, ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;_Lilian!Mesmo nós não nos falando tanto, Eu Te Amoo!&lt;br /&gt;E Agora eu posso dizer a mesma coisa pra vocês, exatamente como ela, com lágrimas nos olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu Amo Muito Vocês&lt;/span&gt;!!E não quero continuar assim tão distante de vocês!!Eu Nunca quis isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bia Ferreira,&lt;br /&gt;Minha perua!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muito à te agradecer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois você é aquele tipo de amiga que não diz apenas o que a outra pessoa quer ouvir, você é aquele tipo de amiga que diz como é a realidade, e isso eu admiro muito em você, e me ajudou várias vezes!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ouvir todos os meus desabafos e sobre todos os loiros de olhos claros que passaram por minha vida...XD&lt;br /&gt;huahuuhahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma pessoa muito especial pra mim!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu Te Amo Muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayra,&lt;br /&gt;Nós não nos falamos muito, mas cada momento que passamos juntas se tornou inesquecível!!&lt;br /&gt;Lembra do seu aniverssário surpresa?!Aquele Luau maravilhoso!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudo pra voltar naquele dia, como nos divertimos hein?!&lt;br /&gt;E... dessa vez eu não vou esquecer...Nós VAMOS no show da Mallu Magalhães pode ter certeza que um dia nós vamos!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Amo Muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary,&lt;br /&gt;Eu Nunca vou esquecer das nossas maravilhosas Pizzas!!!;]&lt;br /&gt;E de todas as vezes que você me consolou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Amo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Carioca,&lt;br /&gt;Não te conheço direto, mas pelo pouco que te conheço eu percebi que você é uma menina muito meiga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosto muito de você viu?!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iolanda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não falar de você né?!&lt;br /&gt;Cara!! eu vi Você nascer!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisa mais especial do que isso?!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, eu acabei de ler o que você escreveu no meu caderninho.. lembra?!&lt;br /&gt;E.. Sim!! Nós vamos estudar juntas ano que vem!!&lt;br /&gt;Longe?!Nunca vamos ficar!! Eu não Permitiria isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Você é a irmã que eu Sempre quis ter!!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu prometo que eu nunca vou te esquecer?!&lt;br /&gt;Nem tem comooo eu te esquecer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para ficar mais do que registrado isso, Sim!! Eu Prometo de todo o meu coração que eu NUNCA vou te esquecer!!NUNCA!!&lt;br /&gt;E... sim eu Prometo!! a Titia Nádia Sempre vai ser a sua segunda mãe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuhuauhahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza se depender de mim a nossa amizade vai parar sim no Guinness!!&lt;br /&gt;Vai estar lá no topo:&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade que mais tempo durou: Lilian e Iolanda.&lt;br /&gt;Duração: A eternidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós vamos mostrar para todos os nossos netinhos!!e eles vão se orgulhar de nós e vão querer fazer o mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Já pensou se todos começaçem a fazer isso?!Nós poderiamos mudar o mundoo hein?!&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei a sua idéia!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;Sim!! vamos morrer juntas!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar aqui a sua idéia para que os outros possam entender melhor...;]&lt;br /&gt;Idéia da Io:&lt;br /&gt;Agente faz assim, quando uma das idosas ficar duente avisa a outra, ai as duas ficam duentes e morrem juntas!&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ioo!!! Eu Te Amo Demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque você consegue entender cada palavra minha, cada olhar, cada gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe de tudo da minha vida!!Cada mínimo detalhe!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que às vezes eu pareço meio louca, mas mesmo assim, você consegue me entender melhor do que eu mesma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por essa e muitas outras razões eu NUNCA vou deixar você sair da minha vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Amo Mais do que  a quantidade de estrelas que exitem no universo somada com a quantiadade de grãos de areia que exitem nas praias!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, aqui só estão algumas homenagens, poucas de todas as que eu gostaria de fazer...&lt;br /&gt;mas para encerrar esse post eu vou colocar algumas partes da música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;. Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been here before a few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[...] And your hands they shake with goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll take you back if you'd have me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[...] And I'll miss your laugh your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm so sick of fights I hate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's start this again for real&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 day for Hopi-Hari!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days for my second apresentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 days to the Lipstick concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-2613681980662436561?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/2613681980662436561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=2613681980662436561' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2613681980662436561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2613681980662436561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/11/forever-and-ever-lets-make-this-last.html' title='&quot;Forever and ever, let&apos;s make this last forever!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SS8lSjWPyiI/AAAAAAAAADc/vwrQObOzJDE/s72-c/SNV32803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1532743291200401214</id><published>2008-11-19T22:47:00.020-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:35:24.834-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"And I would answer all your wishes If you asked me too"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SSS2pt-60bI/AAAAAAAAADM/S1oDHPkvpZ8/s1600-h/Europa+2+320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SSS2pt-60bI/AAAAAAAAADM/S1oDHPkvpZ8/s320/Europa+2+320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270538291764711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl, that all she wanted was love someone...or just a nice place to live looking to the stars that shine in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AA!!! sim!! tem muitas coisas que eu esqueci de escrever ontem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vocês não irão entender se não lerem o meu próximo post que estará contando a parte que sumiu do post anterior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas é que depois da minha apresentação de teatro... surgiu uma pessoa e falou:&lt;br /&gt;_Parabéns!!Meninaa da água!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuauhahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está vendo?! é bom fazer boas Ações...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque sempre tem uma recompensa!!;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu acho que eu nunca expliquei aqui o porque de eu falar "se morrer me avise"...e nem o tamanho de sua importancia para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu falo para você "se morrer me avise".. então parabéns!! Pois eu só falo isso para as pessoas que eu considero muito... porque antes de eu falar isso... eu penso como seria a minha vida sem essa pessoa, se eu perceber que eu sentiria muito a falta dessa pessoa então eu me permito falar isso.. então pode reparar que se eu não falar algum dia isso pra você , é porque eu estou meio que magoada com você ou algo do tipow..se eu nunca falei isso pra você antes... então é porque você não faz tanta diferença na minha vida mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahuuhahuhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis explicar isso antes de eu contar uma coisa para que vocês conseguissem entender mais ou menos como eu fiquei ontem.. quando eu estava falando com o inglês...&lt;br /&gt;E... ele estava chato... como ele tem estado ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós conversamos pouco...(como tem sido normalmente)&lt;br /&gt;e logo ele disse que já tinha que sair...&lt;br /&gt;nos despedimos...até ai tudo normal... só que dessa vez eu não falei "se morrer me avise"...justamente porque eu estava com raiva dele...&gt;&lt; (eu pensei que le nem iria notar...)  Estranhei que no msn estava falando que ele estava escrevendo alguma coisa..só que ele não mandava...O.o&lt;br /&gt;Até que ele apagou tudo e escreveu alguma outra coisa... e adivinha o que era?!&lt;br /&gt; " não vai falar: se morrer avise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei tipo: *o*&lt;br /&gt; Não acredito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; huahuauhuahu  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem ligo... eu me surpreendi... mais ainda continuo com raiva.. porque ele está muito normal!!O.o &lt;br /&gt;Ele está chatoo!!  huauhhuauhua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma outra homenagem pra ele hoje...não sei direito, se é homenagem, mensagem ou sei lá o que.. mas essa é pra ele...é uma música da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soko&lt;/span&gt; , que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dandy Cowboys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be me when I'm in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't be myself when I see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you're very cute tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel shy and sad, And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But you don't want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And that is very clear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have noticed it for you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still want you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But not as a friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the man, I'm the girl,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look good together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You with your hat, me with my boots,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are, the dandy cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I read today in a magazine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That men don't like girls who are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shy and sad, so now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear my magic smile, just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I put my magic boots, I ride my magic horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so brave, I don't fear anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I even feel guts growing under my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I robbed all the banks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And give the money to daddy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the man, I'm the girl,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look good together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You with your hat, me with my boots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are, we are, the dandy cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm the richest girl in all the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You call me 'baby',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You say you want me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But honey, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm the queen of rodeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You missed your chance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer my heroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're bitching, dandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't respect the rules.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my money,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ran away with your poney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I'm gonna kill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll shoot you in the head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna kill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna shoot you in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the man, I'm the girl,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look good together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You with your hat, me with my boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are, we are, the dandy cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want me and that was very clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I will never never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But Is still a hope that hats and boots can get along together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I still hope that hats and boots can get along together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I still hope that hats and boots can get along together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that, We get along.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuauhuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom de ninguém entrar no meu blog é que eu posso falar o que eu quiser...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossaa!!Outro dia eu estava falando com o Leo outro dia... e fiquei muito feliz quando ele me disse:"você tem esse dom de virar a vida das pessoas de ponta cabeça".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois ele falou que eu virei a vida dele de ponta cabeça também... só que até hoje ele ainda não descobriu se isso foi bom ou ruim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuuahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhaaa!!!Brigadaa Leoozinhooo!!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! e por coincidência no nick dele tinha uma frase que tem a ver com a minha teoria do "eu te odeio" ... (não sei se eu já expliquei aqui, bom se não, um dia eu explico..;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frase era:&lt;br /&gt;"O amor pergunta ao ódio: porque me odeias tanto?e o ódio responde: por que um dia te amei demais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho lindo de mais quando as pessoas que realmente gostam de você te dão Liberdade sabe?!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê isso só prova mais ainda o quanto ela gosta de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela te deixa livre para você fazer as suas escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;Indepedente de qual seja ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que isso está faltando em algumas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA!!simm!!&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu me esqueça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA minta para mim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor!! porque se tem uma coisa que eu não suporto mais é mentira!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;  Às vezes eu me pergunto: "porquê eu não posso matar o meu passado?!"  Mas será que eu já não fiz isso com a minha infância?!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para escerrar eu vou colocar uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blink 182&lt;/span&gt; , essa música é meio triste.. mas acho que ela mostra como eu estou agora... ela se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam´s song&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought I'd die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I laughed the loudest who'd have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I traced the cord back to the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No wonder it was never plugged in at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I took my time, I hurried up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The choice was mine, I didn't think enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm too depressed, to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; you'll be sorry when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never conquered, rarely came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 16 just held such better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Days when I still felt alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We couldn't wait to get outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The world was wide, too late to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The tour was over we'd survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't wait till I got home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To pass the time in my room alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought I'd die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Another six months I'll be unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Give all my things to all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never step foot in my room again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll close it off, board it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Remember the time that I spilled the cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Of apple juice in the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; please tell mom this is not her fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I never conquered, rarely came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 16 just held such better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Days when I still felt alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We couldn't wait to get outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The world was wide, too late to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The tour was over but we'd survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldn't wait till I got home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To pass the time in my room alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I never conquered, rarely came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow holds such better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Days when I could still feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I can't wait to get outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The world is wide, the time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The tour is over I survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't wait till I get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To pass the time in my room alone&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Somedays for everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[post terminado dia 27/11/08]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-1532743291200401214?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1532743291200401214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1532743291200401214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1532743291200401214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1532743291200401214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-would-answer-all-your-wishes-if.html' title='&quot;And I would answer all your wishes If you asked me too&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SSS2pt-60bI/AAAAAAAAADM/S1oDHPkvpZ8/s72-c/Europa+2+320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-1993252554325812035</id><published>2008-11-14T22:34:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:09:14.289-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who stole the soul from the sun?!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SR4bE37DfUI/AAAAAAAAADE/HDroO7q1gSE/s1600-h/2008+Samsung+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SR4bE37DfUI/AAAAAAAAADE/HDroO7q1gSE/s320/2008+Samsung+242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268678384615128386" 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-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl, that all she wanted was love someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nossa!!!O meu final de semana foii muitooo bomm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado eu fui para São Paulo... lá pra Penha, para assistir uma cerimôniaa da Fênix!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foii muitoo demais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tinha que estar às 19 horas na Cia do Nó para assistir a Peça Luiz , mas já era 19:20h quando eu cheguei na estação de Santo André!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu liguei pra minha mãe... e ela me disse que não podia ir me buscar porquê ela estava fazendo uma visita para a Dona Pillar ( porque ela tinha ficado 15 dias internada)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu tinha Prometido pro meu Professor que eu iria nessa peça...então..eu fui Correndoo para lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe no meio do Caminho eu estava morrendo de fome: então eu comprei um pacotinho de torcida, mas ele estava muito salgadoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do caminho, enquanto eu corria para lá... eu começei a caçar moedinhas na minha bolsa... porque o resto do dinheiro já tinha acabado..&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o resto dessa história simplesmente Sumiu daqui do post...como ela era grande e toda vez que eu tentava reescrevê-la ela sumia... então eu vou escrever depois em um outro post o que estava escrito aqui!Desculpe..&gt;&lt;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Aqui vai uma homenagem  para o inglês... que está chato comigoo.!XD &lt;br /&gt;uhahuhuahua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer essa homenagem eu vou utilizar trechos da música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Married With Children&lt;/span&gt; que é do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need for you to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't care no more so don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Goodbye I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate the way that even though you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Know you're wrong you say you're right&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you're not very bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You think that everything you've done's fantastic&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And it will be nice to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For a week or two&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahhuahuauhauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não contei né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Thurr me Disse outro dia que ele vai dar o nome pra filha dele de Lilian!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqueii muitoo feliz!!&lt;br /&gt;e ele disse que eu vou poder ser a Madrinha delaa!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;e também do Tiago (um outro filho que um dia ele vai ter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauhahuahuhuauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa!!! Antes que eu me esqueça!!! TALYTAAA!!! o Thurr te amaaa!!! e você também ama ele!!&lt;br /&gt;(pelo menos pelo o que eu percebi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então por que vocês não fojem juntos sem destino pra sempre?!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou a maior força hein?!&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caaaraa!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu Tirei 1,49 na PG!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(valia 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou seja, talvez eu não fique de recuperação!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu só preciso tirar 0,51 na Prova oficial( que vale 3 pontos)&lt;br /&gt;uhull!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda existe esperança!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huauuhahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nhaaa!!!é lindoo ver como a minha sala está unida!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que todos continuem assim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanhã vai ter reunião pra ver a cor do vestido de formatura...*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que continue vermelho...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! eu to muitoo felizz!!!&lt;br /&gt;estou conhecendoo várias bandas novas!!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;Muitass mesmooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, já que o Thur quer muito saber o que eu escrevi aqui... eu já vou finalizar por hoje...&lt;br /&gt;vou terminar com uma música da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soko&lt;/span&gt;... essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take My Heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can take my heart for a walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can take my heart for a little trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can take my heart very close to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can take my heart forever if you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But not every heart belongs to any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You and I are meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the one for you, You're the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You love me as much as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you look at me and we're skin to skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you love me more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And my love grows up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you kiss me more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I kiss you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I kiss you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I take your heart, I will cherish it every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I take your heart, I will heal these old wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I take your heart, it's to make it happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I take your heart, it's forever close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But not every heart belongs to any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I are meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the one for you, You're the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You love me as much as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you look at me and we're skin to skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you love me more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And my love grows up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you kiss me more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I kiss you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I kiss you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I'm again carried away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you swear, if you swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To give me your heart in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To give me your heart in return&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 18 days to the Jenny´s party!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somedays to the first Anny´s Party!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somedays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; to the second Anny´s Party!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just  11 days to my second apresentation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just 6 days to the DVD of Mcfly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just 12 days to Lipstick concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can´t wait for anything!!!&gt;&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(post terminado dia 18/11/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-1993252554325812035?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/1993252554325812035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=1993252554325812035' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1993252554325812035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/1993252554325812035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-stole-soul-from-sun.html' title='&quot;Who stole the soul from the sun?!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SR4bE37DfUI/AAAAAAAAADE/HDroO7q1gSE/s72-c/2008+Samsung+242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-5916625018103933402</id><published>2008-11-13T13:02:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:38:15.988-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who care´s about tomorrow?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SRxFR9LaQzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZ1JesQkwHg/s1600-h/SNV32666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SRxFR9LaQzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZ1JesQkwHg/s320/SNV32666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161838899151666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think I don´t really care...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindos Ao mundo dos meu sonhos, onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl, and all she just wanted was somedoby to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa eu fico muito tempo sem escrever aqui... ai quando eu vou escrever tenho muitass coisas pra contarr...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 30 tem dois shows da Lipstick... mas eu acho que só vou em um...mais eu vou!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;(espero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuuhahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia 7 de Dezembro eu acho que eu vou pra Casa Brancaa ver as minhas amigas!!!o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitass saudades!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!ontem eu passei mau.. (o que agente releva)... e ontem teve uma reunião lá na escola... apenas com algumas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu amei a reuniãoo!! (principalmente porque eu perdi muitass aulas...=P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais foi muitoo legal!!! eu aconselho á todas as escolas fazerem isso um dia...&lt;br /&gt;uma reunião com alguns alunos que tem estilos diferentes...para ver quais as propostas eles tem para eventos, ou pra melhorar o ensino....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serioo!!! eu aprendi muitoo com essa reunião!!e eu estou super com vontade de ajudá-los a criar tudo... pena que ano que vem eu vou mudar de escola...=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num sei...pra mim parece que nunca mais eu vou sair do trevo... parece ser uma realidade muito distante... mais não tá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipow... eu só tenho o que?! duas semana de aula!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só falta dois dias pra minha apresentação de teatro!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;Tipow: Como assimm??!&lt;br /&gt;está muitoo pertoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Me desejemm muitaaa merda!!!porque eu vou precisarr!!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! hoje eu só fui na última aula... e nós tiramos o amigo secreto...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais a última aula foi muitoo de mais!! teve uma grande guerrinha de bolinhas de papel...até a professora não aguentou e participou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!!!!!!não acreditooooo!!! eu vouu no hopi-harii!!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuull!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! simm!! antes que eu me esqueça... eu terminei de ler o livro "Ria da minha vida antes que eu volte a rir da sua (2)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é muitooo de mais!!só que eu queroo saber o finall da última história...O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! simm falando nisso... se tiver algum garoto lendo esse post... presta atenção no que eu vou falar agora...&lt;br /&gt;As meninas adoram que vocês roubem beijos dela.. mais cuidadoo!! só roube um beijo se você tiver quase certeza de que a menina também quer esse beijo!!o.O&lt;br /&gt;Por favorr!! não saiam por aii nas baladas roubando beijo de qualquer uma que passar pela sua frente!!Por que isso é muito horrível!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!! sim!!acho que pela primeira vez na minha vida eu vou ficar de recuperação...&lt;br /&gt;Sim! no último bimestre!! em física!!¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu nunca expliquei aqui o por que eu falo que odeio as pessoas que eu amo... e nunca expliquei porquê eu gosto de ser chama de estranha...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa história do eu te odeio é fácil explicar...&lt;br /&gt;O "eu te amo" hoje em dia perdeu o seu real significado... as pessoas falam eu te amo para pessoas que nem conhecem.... tipo: Oi cara!! prazerr!! eu te amo!!o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então prefiro falar para as pessoas que eu as odeio...&lt;br /&gt;odeio-as por as amar tantoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ser estranha é bom, porque...&lt;br /&gt;se você é estranha, você não é normal..&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que é normal é chato, monótono...&lt;br /&gt;então se voc~e é estranha, você é diferente, é legal...&lt;br /&gt;você é especial! é alguém diferente do resto da sociedade!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: *O inglês voltou ao normal comigo..(que triste...=[ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara!!Vocês não tem noçãoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudooo!!! só pra saber o que o McFly acharam do Brazil!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou terminbar o post com uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;, que se chama &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resign&lt;/span&gt; , composição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben Romans&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Dill&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna be your hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be your movie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who you really think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be your dollar bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be your shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be your diet pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't stand to watch you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign those wondrin' eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and wake up to my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't wanna be your plastic doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I'm caught up in a race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't break the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you go to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna be designer clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a lame conspiracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your lip scene overdose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't mean a thing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign those wondrin' eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and wake up to my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Won't you resign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Resign Those wondrin' eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and wake up to my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 17 days to the Jenny´s party!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 59 days to the first Anny´s Party!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just 79  days to the second Anny´s Party!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just 3 days to my first apresentation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just 11 days to the DVD of Mcfly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just 16 days to my second apresentation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just 17 days to Lipstick concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can´t wait for anything!!!&gt;&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-5916625018103933402?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/5916625018103933402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=5916625018103933402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5916625018103933402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/5916625018103933402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-cares-about-tomorrow.html' title='Who care´s about tomorrow?!'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SRxFR9LaQzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZ1JesQkwHg/s72-c/SNV32666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-8035982401976470937</id><published>2008-10-30T20:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:10:07.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"May all your dreaming fill the empty sky!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SQpRNeN7_2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCm_yPiK-1s/s1600-h/SNV32566.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/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SQpRNeN7_2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCm_yPiK-1s/s320/SNV32566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263108406427516770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraa!! faz muitoo tempoo que eu não postoo aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha viagem pra Europa foiii Perfeitaa!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e os shows do Mcfly também!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa!!muitasss históriaas pra contarr!!&lt;br /&gt;Sem contarr que a minha viagem de formaturaa também foii muitooo boaa!!\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecii muitass pessoas que nunca mais vou esquecerr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! sim esqueci... fora essas novidades principais eu fui no show do NxZero que foi muitoo lindoo (apesar de eu não gostar deles, foi o melhor show deles que eu já vi!!)&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui no Hilton com a Carol Lebrão no dia 8 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! nossaa... olha isso... eu sem estudar absolutamente nada e só acertando 19 questões de 60 , consegui 60% de bolsa no Singular!!! e o melhorr de tudo é que a Iolandaa também vai estudar lá comigoo!! ela já até fez a matricula!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o crisma já vai ser nesse sábado!! Por incrível que pareça eu vou sentir saudades!! vou sentir saudades de depois do crisma os Bugarelli´s virem aqui em casa passar o dia!=/&lt;br /&gt;E lógicoo... da praçinha!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!!O inglês está totalmente diferente comigoo agora!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou até estranhandoo...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ensaios da banda finalmentee vão voltaarr!!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;e agora eu achoo que vai ser pra valerr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomará!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoo que vem eu vou começar a fazer cursoo de web disigning!!!(não sei se escreve assim)&lt;br /&gt;Estouu muitoo ansiosa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a!! dias 16 e 29 tem minhas apresentações de teatroo!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitooo pertoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que raivinhaa...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;meus pais acabaram de falar que eu não posso ir no show da Lipstick porque depois da crisma vai vim convidados aqui em casa!¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dai!? eu não vejo problemas de deixá-los aqui em casa sozinhos!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhahuhuauhahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooxxaa!! muitaa raiva...&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;...  huhuuu!!\o/  Bom.. eu já vou colocar a música porquê eu não posso demorar muito aqui.. eu ainda tenho que estudar pra prova..=P &lt;br /&gt;Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl In The Dirty Shirt&lt;/span&gt;,  da banda inglesa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I may be so bold could&lt;br /&gt;I just say something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and make me my day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds around your soul&lt;br /&gt;don't gather there for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I can chase them all away&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why d'you need a reason for to feel happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Or be shining for the rest of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Give me just a smile and would you make it snappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Get your shit together girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got a feeling lost inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It just won't let you go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is sneaking up behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It just won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No it just won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; What I'm trying to say ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is would you maybe, come dancing with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos to me it doesn't matter if your hopes and dreams are shattered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say something you make me believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the girl who wears a dirty shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She knows exactly what she's worth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows exactly what she's worth to me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can see, I can see&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself inside a bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've gotta make your own way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can call me anytime you're seeing double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you know you're not alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 36 days to the Jenny´s party!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 73 days to the first Anny´s Party!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just 93  days to the second Anny´s Party!!*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-8035982401976470937?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/8035982401976470937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=8035982401976470937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8035982401976470937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8035982401976470937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/10/may-all-your-dreaming-fill-empty-sky.html' title='&quot;May all your dreaming fill the empty sky!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SQpRNeN7_2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCm_yPiK-1s/s72-c/SNV32566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-2839718754199964133</id><published>2008-09-10T17:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:16:34.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I´m here Forever!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMg9FTE13QI/AAAAAAAAACs/UPQgiJ39pJo/s1600-h/SNV30901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMg9FTE13QI/AAAAAAAAACs/UPQgiJ39pJo/s320/SNV30901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244508927302163714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;            Avistei a imensidão do céu com um lindo pôr-do-sol "vanilla" que fez brilhar o azul dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentia-me tão leve que poderia flutuar no ar em que eu respirava, respirava aquele doce aroma que insistia em invadir a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fui ao encontro daquela humilde praça, aquela onde eu podia encontrar-me com os meus pensamentos sem que ninguém os invadisse.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca pensei que poderia sair daquele cinza que reinava sobre mim e que tanto me entristecia. Não consigo acreditar que agora posso sentir a essência das cores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este pequeno texto foi escrito por: Lilian Lozio ( _+_Lily_+_), Alan Araújo e Ana Paula Cornachini   no dia 10/09/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu estava fazendo um trabalho de inglês aqui, quando eu ouvi uma música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; e lembrei do útimo post que eu tinha escrito aqui. Essa música se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You´ve got a Friend&lt;/span&gt;. Composição de: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;James Taylor e Carole King&lt;/span&gt;. Nossa, é muito bonita essa música. Ela foi cantada na Africa quando o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; foram lá fazer um evento de caridade. Eles até se emcionaram depois!*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai a música, pesso que preste atenção na letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you're down and troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And nothing, Oh nothing is going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Close your eyes and think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And soon I will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To brighten up even your darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You just call out my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know wherever I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll come running (yeh) to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All you got to do is call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got a friend (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If the sky above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And that old north wind should begin to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep your head together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And call my name out loud, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Soon I'll be knocking upon your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You just call out my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know wherever I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll come running, oh yes I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; All you got to do is call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; people can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They'll hurt you, and desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; well they'll take your soul if you let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh yeah, but don't you let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You just call out my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know wherever I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll come running to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Oh baby don't you know about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey Now! All you got to do is call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord, I'll be there yes I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you've got a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Aint it good to know you've got a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Aint it good to know you've got a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 7 days to travel!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 29 days to the McFly´s concerts!=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23425968-2839718754199964133?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/2839718754199964133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=2839718754199964133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2839718754199964133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/2839718754199964133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-here-forever.html' title='&quot;I´m here Forever!!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMg9FTE13QI/AAAAAAAAACs/UPQgiJ39pJo/s72-c/SNV30901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-153987136688797951</id><published>2008-09-09T20:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:16:09.808-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"But every single word's a lie!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMcD9MvalMI/AAAAAAAAACE/eOhIckyfkqE/s1600-h/SNV30841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMcD9MvalMI/AAAAAAAAACE/eOhIckyfkqE/s320/SNV30841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244164641023235266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa!!! não acreditoo!!&lt;br /&gt;acabei de ver que estão á venda os ingressos dos DOIS shows do McFly daqui de São Paulo!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eitaa!! muitoo estranhoo!! poxxa!! o do dia 9 já tinha ?ESGOTADO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(isso que acordo com o site do Via Funchal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nhaii... eu queria tanto ir nos dois dias..&gt;&lt;... bom, pelo menos eu tenho o ingresso do dia 9 neh?!&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa!! que raivaa!! num acreditoo que o McFly vai ir no Faustão no dia 5!!!O.o&lt;br /&gt;eles vão se apresentar as 16 h...&gt;&lt;... nhaii que raivinha... nessa hora eu prrovavelmente estarei no ônibos voltando da minha viagem de formatura!!&lt;br /&gt;(nem ao vivo pela Tv eu vou poder vê-los!!O.o) &lt;br /&gt;nhaaa fala seriooo!! que raivaa!!!  pra vocês que não curtem Mcfly desculpe-me pelo exesso de raiva, mas é que eu não sei mais o que fazer..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa a minha vida está uma beleza...¬¬"!@&lt;br /&gt;Além disso eu fiquei sabendo que não vai dar pra mim fazer o curso de Web..&gt;&lt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero nem saber!! um dia eu ainda vou construir o "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;"!! Escreve o que eu estou dizendo!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delee&lt;/span&gt; eu não vou desistir!! nem do meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hotell&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu realmente espero que essa onda de más notícias passe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;logoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;afinal na semana que vem eu vou estar na Europa!! *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu só quero fechar os meus olhos e ver todos os meus sonhos se realizando... mais nada! só isso, só por um segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dizem que eu devo tomar conta da minha vida, mas eles se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intrometem&lt;/span&gt; o tempo todo e colocam limites em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada disso!! Eu quero mudar! eu quero ser eu mesma!!Eu quero a minha vida! quero TER a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que isso pode durar para sempre!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Importance Of Being Idle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="cmp"&gt;Composição: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel Gallagher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="cmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I sold my soul for the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause the land, it don't pay me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I begged my landlord for some more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He said: "son, the bills are waiting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My best friend called me the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He said: "man, are you crazy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My girlfriend told me to get a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She said: "boy, you're lazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you give me a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A man's got a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't get a life if my heart's not in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you give me a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A man's got a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't get a life if my heart's not in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I lost my faith in the summer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause it don't stop raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sky all day is as black as night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm not complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I begged my doctor for one more line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He said: "son, words fail me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It ain't no place to be killing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess I'm just lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you give me a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A man's got a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't get a life if my heart's not in it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 8 days to travel!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 30 days to the McFly´s concerts!=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-153987136688797951?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/153987136688797951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=153987136688797951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/153987136688797951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/153987136688797951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-every-single-words-lie.html' title='&quot;But every single word&apos;s a lie!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SMcD9MvalMI/AAAAAAAAACE/eOhIckyfkqE/s72-c/SNV30841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7054709007902315859</id><published>2008-09-01T23:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:18:18.359-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyday feels like a Monday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SLyjdRdja9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Tet8MBNE-vM/s1600-h/Img00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SLyjdRdja9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Tet8MBNE-vM/s320/Img00045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241243789651307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dificil quando você está entre duas opções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente quando nada segue o plano.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing goes to plan&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho duas opções, mas uma única escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perguntam o que eu irei fazer, mas nem mesmo eu sei, acho que eu irei decidir tudo amanhã, amanhã será um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é necessário tomar alguma decisão importante, fale com os seus amigos, conte o que você pensa.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eles não concordem e digam apenas o lado ruim da situação, mas isso é o que um amigo de verdade faz. Amigo não é aquele que apenas concorda com tudo, e sim aquele que te diz a realidade, por mais dura que ela seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu estava lembrando uma parte de uma carta que eu escrevi para um amigo, nela estava falando assim:"Não tente justificar o porque você me fez chorar, pois se eu chorei de felicidade, eu já sei o motivo, e se me fez chorar de tristeza não tente justificar, pois o que você disser será apenas uma justificativa nada mais do que isso, então quando me fizer chorar, apenas me deixe chorar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei colocar agora outra música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling in Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday feels like a Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escaping from the heart ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I wanna put it back together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's always better later than never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Wishing I could be in California&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you when I call ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of our lives and out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Wishing I could be with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to people talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's getting later every morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise it's nearly midday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I've wasted half my life to throw it away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing every day should be a new day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make you smile and find a new way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of falling in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of our lives and out of time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could be with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh we could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whoa oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yeah)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it, gotta tell ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't take another night on my own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take a breath and then I pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said oh, oh, oh, oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, we could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, we could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, we could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd fallen in love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 16 days to travel!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 38 days to the McFly´s concerts!=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23425968-7054709007902315859?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/7054709007902315859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=7054709007902315859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7054709007902315859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/7054709007902315859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyday-feels-like-monday.html' title='&quot;Everyday feels like a Monday&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SLyjdRdja9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Tet8MBNE-vM/s72-c/Img00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-8598623140449666644</id><published>2008-08-31T22:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:15:41.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell me that you want me baby!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SLtQQenhR-I/AAAAAAAAABs/fy9hv8ABKhs/s1600-h/SNV30809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SLtQQenhR-I/AAAAAAAAABs/fy9hv8ABKhs/s320/SNV30809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240870835402655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma única palavra: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foda!!&lt;/span&gt;*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuauahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estava no Shopping ABC, em um meeting dos fãs de Santo André do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que acabou o meeting, eu e as minhas amigas estavamos andando...quando derepente eu vejo um loiro muitooo estiloso, com calça preta e camiseta listrada na horizontal, com as cores preto e cinza, mas sei lá ele era meio que uma mistura de punk com sei lá mais o que, mais ele estava muitoo lindoo!! mas o mais foda de tudo era com certeza os olhos deles!!Noossaa!!! pirei quando eu vi os olhos dele!! Eram  olhos claros e METÁLICOS!!!*.*... muitoooo fodaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahuhuahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei... vou sonhar com ele pra sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuhuahuahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu não podia deixar de resgistrar isso aqui...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.. para finalizar, hoje vo terminar com a música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wanna Hold You&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell me that you want me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me that it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Say the magic words and I'd destroy the world for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; An army for the broken hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Marching through the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And every city's burning to the ground under your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My skies are turning black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feels like a heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd melt the polar ice caps baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And watch them flood the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything to show you what your love is worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So won't you show me your devotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To heal my aching heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's like a neutron bomb explosion tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My skies are turning black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feels like a heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Attention please, we interrupt this program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; With some disturbing news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A worldwide evacuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're going to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And they've pulverised the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess it shows us just what love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My skies are turning black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feels like a heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad, bad, bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I do anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna hold you bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 17 days to travel!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 39 days to the McFly´s concerts!=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23425968-8598623140449666644?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/8598623140449666644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=8598623140449666644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8598623140449666644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/8598623140449666644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-me-that-you-want-me-baby.html' title='&quot;Tell me that you want me baby!&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;Você sabia que para realizar o que você quer, você precisa correr atrás?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... é as vezes o "correr atrás" acaba sendo muito mais divertido!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito bom você sentir cada emoção! seja ela de felicidade ou decepção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... se você não conseguir o que você quer, pelo menos chegue o mais perto disso possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez meu amigo Leo estava me contando de uma conversa que ele teve com a pssora dele... e ele disse que era mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssora:_Cirto, você sonha muito alto!você tem que aprender que quanto maior a altura maior a queda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo:_É pssora, mas pensa, quanto mais alto eu estiver, eu vou ficar caindo por mais tempo, então eu terei mais tempo para conseguir me segurar em algum lugar e me salvar da queda.E quando você cair nem vai ter tempo para pensar em se salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, Sonhe!!!Sonhee bem altoo!!o máximo que você puder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E realmente LUTE por esse sonhos!!E não deixe nada nem ninguém te empedir, pois ninguém tem esse direito!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou finalizar com partes da música do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;McFly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing goes to plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all a game of chance they say in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's magic in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tragic love affair that I don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These summer girls are really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lifes are short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the nights are long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Halloween,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is drinking at the bar again in New Orleans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She throws another dart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It narrowly avoids my lonely broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torn apart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So pinch me I must be dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life has lost all its meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i like the way I'm feeling now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissing her lips at midnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the stars and moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never thought we'd be this wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nights go on and on"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just 25 days to travel!*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just 49 days to the McFly´s concert!=D&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/23425968-6744453597376641730?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/6744453597376641730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SK9C6jTkP_I/AAAAAAAAABk/TAVHxjctFpQ/s72-c/Img00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-269903993813614548</id><published>2008-08-13T22:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:05:15.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strange fascination, fascinating me. Ah Changes are taking the pace. I'm going through."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SKOR06c3E8I/AAAAAAAAABc/pyoGBmTTUy4/s1600-h/medieval+times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SKOR06c3E8I/AAAAAAAAABc/pyoGBmTTUy4/s320/medieval+times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234187530164179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tanto tempo eu não escrevo, tanta coisa aconteceu, e tanta coisa eu esqueci!O.o&lt;br /&gt;huahuhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desejem sorte!!*.*.. amanhã vou mandar o meu curriculo pra alguns buffets...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que hoje eue não vou comentar nada... apenas vou colocar uma parte da música &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt; do grande &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Still don't know what I was waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And my time was running wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A million dead-end streets and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Every time I thought I'd got it made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It seemed the taste was not so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So I turned myself to face me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I've never caught a glimpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Of how the others must see the faker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm much too fast to take that test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Turn and face the strange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ch-ch-Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't wanna be a richer man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (Turn and face the strange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ch-ch-Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just gonna have to be a different man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Time may change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I can't trace time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se morrer me avise!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_Lily_+_&lt;/span&gt;&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/23425968-269903993813614548?l=undergroundbylily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/feeds/269903993813614548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23425968&amp;postID=269903993813614548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/269903993813614548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23425968/posts/default/269903993813614548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundbylily.blogspot.com/2008/08/strange-fascination-fascinating-me-ah.html' title='&quot;Strange fascination, fascinating me. Ah Changes are taking the pace. I&apos;m going through.&quot;'/><author><name>_+_Lily of the Valley_+_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256802838836127538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SaanLhhutCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iLQ4KO2MhgU/S220/Ha!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SKOR06c3E8I/AAAAAAAAABc/pyoGBmTTUy4/s72-c/medieval+times.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23425968.post-7096917688008784145</id><published>2008-08-08T21:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:08:11.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A dreamer dreams, she never dies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SJzt5VPb8gI/AAAAAAAAABU/H0raEdtEIXM/s1600-h/SNV33875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSwGp5rO6Y4/SJzt5VPb8gI/AAAAAAAAABU/H0raEdtEIXM/s320/SNV33875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232318436307890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vi uma cena e relembrei como é alguém fazer você criar expectativa com uma coisa que você quer muito e te convencer de que ela agora ela vai realmente se realizar. Então você fica com olhos brilhando como os de uma criança que vai ganhar um brinquedo novo e que não aguenta mais esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de segundos essa mesma pessoa acaba com tudo!E diz que você nunca conseguirá o que você quer. Então seus olhos começam a brilhar, como os de uma criança quando a mãe nega uma bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém nunca desista de seus sonhos, pois são eles que te fazem viver, eles que te fazem ter uma razão para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando destrirem seus sonhos lembrem desta música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don’t be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ll never change what’s been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; May your smile (may your smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Shine on (shine on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don’t be scared (don’t be scared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Your destiny may keep you warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause all of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ll see them some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Get up (get up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Come on (come on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Why’re you scared? (I’m not scared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; WhatÂ’s been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause all of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ll see them some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And stop crying your heart out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça seu coração parar de chorar e siga em frente, eu já sofri muito, mas depois aprendi a fazer da destruição um grande sonho. Depois a gente aprende que é verdadeira a frase que diz:"A vida é injusta para as pessoas que se importam...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É importante que vocês entendam o que a música fala para vocês entenderem o real significado deste post... vou colocar um pedaço que uma outra música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt; , essa se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Little by Little&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"We the people fight for our existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We don't claim to be perfect but we're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; We dream our dreams alone with no resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Fadin' like the stars we wish to be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"True perfection has to be imperfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that that sounds foolish but it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The day has come and now you'll have to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The life inside your head we give to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que já deu para entender a mensagem de que quando acabarem com seus sonhos não é para você desistir, pois tudo vai acontecer de uma maneira muito melhor do que a esperada.Mas se você ficar ai só esperando nada acontecerá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar aqui outra música do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oasis&lt;/span&gt; aqui que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep The Dream Alive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Four Seasons' seconds flicker and flash, I`m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A lonely scream provides the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It`s no home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Every night I hear you scream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don`t say what you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; This was my dream, but now my dream has flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I`m at the crossroads waiting for a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; My life is standing still, but I`m still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Every night I think I know
