<?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-1936284254152301792</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:54:11.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrnanog - Land of Youth</title><subtitle type='html'>Where my real and monotonous life meets my fantasy world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5075870714809577544</id><published>2010-06-09T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:47:20.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; "&gt;EAVB_WSYVRKPNYX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5075870714809577544?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5075870714809577544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5075870714809577544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5075870714809577544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5075870714809577544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2010/06/eavbwsyvrkpnyx.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-2769421791885191341</id><published>2010-04-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:37:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S8dAvHxUnlI/AAAAAAAABBA/xXVWkaziGt8/s1600/Innocent_Field_by_Katanaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S8dAvHxUnlI/AAAAAAAABBA/xXVWkaziGt8/s400/Innocent_Field_by_Katanaz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460404251493965394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele olhou para cima, com um sorriso nos lábios, e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Esse é apenas o meu lar temporário, não é onde eu pertenço... Janelas e salas por onde vou passando... Apenas uma parada no caminho para onde vou. Não tenho medo, pois sei, esse é apenas o meu lar temporário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1936284254152301792-2769421791885191341?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/2769421791885191341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=2769421791885191341' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2769421791885191341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2769421791885191341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2010/04/temporary-home.html' title='Temporary Home'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S8dAvHxUnlI/AAAAAAAABBA/xXVWkaziGt8/s72-c/Innocent_Field_by_Katanaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-323082041847850468</id><published>2010-03-13T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:33:34.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>O que significa? &lt;p&gt;Lost in translation é um termo que se refere ao que é perdido quando se traduz algo de um idioma para outro. Por mais que tentemos, muitas vezes intenções, pedaços são perdidos, eles são únicos, é difícil encontrar uma semelhança no outro idioma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E acho que isso aconteceu. Na hora de traduzir meus sentimentos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algo se perdeu na tradução, ou eu me perdi....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preciso me encontrar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5zJb7EzxiI/AAAAAAAABAU/h-yqWqe9uLA/s400/Lost_In_Translation_by_londra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448451130762970658" /&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/1936284254152301792-323082041847850468?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/323082041847850468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=323082041847850468' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/323082041847850468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/323082041847850468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5zJb7EzxiI/AAAAAAAABAU/h-yqWqe9uLA/s72-c/Lost_In_Translation_by_londra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4817698132047948466</id><published>2010-03-05T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:55:15.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would my daddy say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5D_FRtXIMI/AAAAAAAABAM/-uX2WjHlTpg/s1600-h/daddy_look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5D_FRtXIMI/AAAAAAAABAM/-uX2WjHlTpg/s400/daddy_look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445132415609020610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu me aprontava pra dormir, seguindo a mesma rotina que sigo todas as noites: desligo o computador, escovo os denter, bebo água, checo se o portão está trancado, fecho as portas e janelas, apago as luzes, distribuo os ‘Boa Noite’s para a família e me vou. Mas ontem foi diferente. Meu pai havia discutido com minha mãe, novamente. Ela não tem tato para conversar com ele, e ele tem um problema. Após a discussão, ele saiu para beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando desliguei o PC, ele parou na porta do meu quarto, olhou pra mim, e pediu desculpas pelo seu comportamento de cedo. Eu percebi que ele estava alterado pelo álcool. Então saí para ir à cozinha, quando ele me chamou na sala e perguntou se eu poderia escutá-lo. Disse que sim, convidei-o a sentar-se no sofá, e fiz o mesmo, abraçando uma almofada. Ele começou a falar, nada eloquente. Não conseguia terminar frases inteiras, mas eu conseguia entender tudo o que ele queria me dizer. Não falei muito, pois ele só precisava que alguém o ouvisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, dei alguns conselhos, disse o que ele precisava ouvir. Ele ficou mais tranquilo. Agradeceu-me e foi dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a primeira conversa de verdade que tive com meu pai em… não sei… Cinco ou Dez anos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4817698132047948466?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4817698132047948466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4817698132047948466' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4817698132047948466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4817698132047948466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-my-daddy-say.html' title='What would my daddy say?'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5D_FRtXIMI/AAAAAAAABAM/-uX2WjHlTpg/s72-c/daddy_look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7273565771867337916</id><published>2010-03-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:50:00.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains...</title><content type='html'>Nunca saia muito de casa. No máximo para ir numa locadora ou na padaria. Não era de muitos amigos. Então, por ficar a maior parte do tempo sob a proteção de minha casa, sempre gostei de chuva. Saia na rua, me molhava, minha mãe chingava. Mas a sensação e o cheiro de terra molhada eram insubstituíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, anos mais velho, tenho mais amigos, saio mais de casa, tenho um trabalho. A chuva se tornou um empecilho. Chego na empresa molhado, meus tênis se enxarcam, fico de mal-humor... Passei a detestar a chuva. Quando chove, pra mim, é sinal de problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que percebi... que havia mudado. O stress do dia a dia, dos problemas, das preocupações, me tiraram a inocência que me permitia sorrir ao sentir a água gelada tocando minha face. Apesar dos pesares, preciso voltar a aproveitar esses momentos. Esse ventinho gelado que vem junto, nessa época. O céu nublado nos protegendo do sol que nos queima todo dia...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso reecontrar o equilíbrio. Preciso me tornar sereno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5DvnNGvJgI/AAAAAAAAA_8/goTmPEaYsWE/s1600-h/e61c252f7534511d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5DvnNGvJgI/AAAAAAAAA_8/goTmPEaYsWE/s400/e61c252f7534511d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445115406302782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it rain&lt;br /&gt;And rain and rain and rains&lt;br /&gt;When it rain&lt;br /&gt;And rain and rain and rains&lt;br /&gt;When it rain&lt;br /&gt;And rain and rain and rains&lt;br /&gt;When it rain&lt;br /&gt;And rain and rain and rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More than this&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hate days like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7273565771867337916?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7273565771867337916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7273565771867337916' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7273565771867337916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7273565771867337916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/S5DvnNGvJgI/AAAAAAAAA_8/goTmPEaYsWE/s72-c/e61c252f7534511d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-2505231590052810507</id><published>2009-03-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:56:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um 7 do 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SbPQ1UWnt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/4CkS6VI4Svc/s1600-h/A_Love_for_the_Arts_by_Delacorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SbPQ1UWnt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/4CkS6VI4Svc/s400/A_Love_for_the_Arts_by_Delacorr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818000015177666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ontem saí, apenas meus pensamentos como companheiros. Shopping movimentado, Dia da Mulher chegando.... nunca concordei muito com essa data... nada contra as mulheres... mas ainda assim, pra não perder o clima... Parabéns às mulheres (e aos homens, à natureza, aos animais...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fiquei vagando, dei algumas voltas. Mesmo sem comprar nada, era bom entrar em algumas lojas. Dava pra pegar pedaços de algumas músicas que gosto... saía de lá com elas na cabeça (Cranberries tocando na Palimontes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não encontrei quem esperava, mas encontrei uns amigos. Grandes amigos. Da lista dos que mais amo, estão no topo. Fiquei olhando os dois juntos, admirando. É raro ver um casal junto à tanto tempo, ainda se gostando, se amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nunca tive um relacionamento que durasse mais do que 2 meses. Não sei como é a sensação. Mantenho minhas esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Parei para relembrar do passado... percebi como mudei... Nem tanto no exterior (meus conhecidos e amigos ainda criticam o meu cabelo...), mas sim no interior. Mudei atitudes, pensamentos, opiniões. Mudei conceitos, criei novos. Ainda tenho os mesmos sonhos, algumas novas vontades. Vi como alguns amigos mudaram. Ou talvez não mudaram, talvez apenas a máscara que usavam na minha frente que tenha caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Continuo pensando... faço isso muito... e lutando para alcançar o futuro que almejo para mim. Deixo vocês (quem?) com esse texto, que encontrei na "página de recortes" de uma amiga, e achei lindo, e suitable para o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo...&lt;br /&gt;Sou como você me vê.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;br /&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, por que eu não espero acertar sempre. Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, por que vou seguir meu coração. Não me façam ser quem não sou. Não me convidem a ser igual, por que sinceramente sou diferente. Não sei amar pela metade. Não sei viver de mentira. Não sei voar de pés no chão. 'Sou sempre eu mesmo, mas com certeza não serei o mesmo pra sempre'" (Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1936284254152301792-2505231590052810507?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/2505231590052810507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=2505231590052810507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2505231590052810507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2505231590052810507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-7-do-3.html' title='Um 7 do 3'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SbPQ1UWnt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/4CkS6VI4Svc/s72-c/A_Love_for_the_Arts_by_Delacorr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7155815364473528902</id><published>2009-01-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:50:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda que mal</title><content type='html'>&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;Ainda que mal pergunte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal respondas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te entenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal repitas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal insista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal desculpes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal me exprima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal me julgues;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal me mostre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal me vejas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te encare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te furtes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te siga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te voltes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te ame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal o saibas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te agarre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda que mal te mates;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda assim te pergunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e me queimando em teu seio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me salvo e me dano:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                        - Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/beirut/track/prenzlaurberg" title="'Beirut -  #2/11  - Prenzlaurberg' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Beirut -  #2/11  - Prenzlaurberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&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/1936284254152301792-7155815364473528902?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7155815364473528902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7155815364473528902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7155815364473528902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7155815364473528902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-que-mal.html' title='Ainda que mal'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5823286434021071711</id><published>2008-08-27T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:39:20.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all in the "Muvies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXzpS2umUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1o9wBmIEENk/7044c417bddeb718e058ef448de9c681%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="351" alt="7044c417bddeb718e058ef448de9c681" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXzqY2ksGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N80Nttyl_ck/7044c417bddeb718e058ef448de9c681_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="394" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sabe aqueles filmes suuuper românticos, onde a história (beeeem GLS) se resume à: menino com coração de pedra por que foi magoado, menino ingênuo conhece menino com coração de pedra, menino ingênuo quebra coração de pedra.... e todos vivem felizes para sempre?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sempre sonhei que algo do tipo acontecesse comigo... apesar dos dramas e das partes tristes, sempre tinha um lindo amor no final. Viver um românce a la Best Seller de capa dura... hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enfim, devaneios meus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Já fui chamado de ingênuo, pdoeria pegar um dos papéis... não tenho coração de pedra, então o outro não me serve... (embora as feridas estejam o tornando cada vez mais insensível...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aprendi tanto com meus (não-tão-duradouros) relacionamentos passados...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;preciso deixar de ser tão introvertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;preciso me socializar mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;preciso aprender a dançar (heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;preciso controlar minha ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;preciso aprender a esperar***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Preciso mudar tantos defeitos que eu tenho. Não digo que tenho que mudar pelos outros, mas tenho que mudar por mim... todos temos defeitos, e eu aprendo a identificá-los e tentar resolvê-los.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Acontecimentos recentes apenas me deram uma vã esperança de que esse filme pudesse acontecer... mas o medo de trilhar o caminho me afastou (dentre outros fatores, como certos "nãos").&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Também conheci pessoas especiais, que poderiam ter se tornado um relacionamento feliz e duradouro, do jeito que eu sempre quis.. mas meu medo de ficar sozinho, junto aos obstáculos que surgiram, acabaram fazendo que eu perdesse essa chance, além de fazer com que a pessoa criasse uma imagem ruim de mim...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não, não sou falso, não interpreto papéis pra conquistar ninguém, não crio histórias, apenas leio as que vivi. Sou assim, sou eu, humano, ingênuo, menino...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXzsol9hOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oAQOINxJoEY/Innocence_by_gladly%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="395" alt="Minolta DSC" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXztwkWE2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/SQH4ExFxhpA/Innocence_by_gladly_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="389" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5823286434021071711?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5823286434021071711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5823286434021071711' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5823286434021071711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5823286434021071711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-all-in.html' title='That&amp;#39;s all in the &amp;quot;Muvies&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXzqY2ksGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N80Nttyl_ck/s72-c/7044c417bddeb718e058ef448de9c681_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-927694312283221049</id><published>2008-08-27T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:23:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXwD4pRqcI/AAAAAAAAALs/As4RGEknPew/Attack_Position_by_Libras%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="274" alt="Attack_Position_by_Libras" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXwE3eM0rI/AAAAAAAAALw/JXhOEFNu5gk/Attack_Position_by_Libras_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="394" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estou tentando mudar... digo que estou em transição... como uma lagarta se transformando em uma bela borboleta. Estava me sentindo como um animal acuado. Sabe quando você está perseguindo um cão ou um gato, e ele se encontra encolhido em um canto, com aqueles olhinhos amendrontados?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas animais acuados tendem a atacar... eles reagem... e é isso que vou fazer: Reagir. Não vou atacar ninguém... não faço mal às pessoas... mas vou me defender quando necessário.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estou me recuperando mais rápido de minhas quedas. Acho que meus sentimentos aprenderam com a prática. Se recuperarem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ando lendo Paulo Coelho, já que gosto de muitos de seus livros. (Critiquem-me, vós que não gostais). Em Brida, me identifiquei com a protagonista... seus medos, seus anseios. O medo de escolher um caminho, visto que isso significa abandonar todos os outros. A dificuldade de levar algo até o fim. "Para não sofrer, era preciso também não amar".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Como se, para não enxergar as coisas ruins da vida, terminasse precisando furar os olhos".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ainda não terminei o livro... não sei como ela irá se sair... mãs... volto depois com a resposta ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bgozcomentem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-927694312283221049?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/927694312283221049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=927694312283221049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/927694312283221049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/927694312283221049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/08/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SLXwE3eM0rI/AAAAAAAAALw/JXhOEFNu5gk/s72-c/Attack_Position_by_Libras_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-2465239044639681057</id><published>2008-08-19T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:23:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SKrJCVhiEEI/AAAAAAAAALc/5F4wnEo02xY/Lonely_Corner_by_adgimenez%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="Lonely_Corner_by_adgimenez" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SKrJFU4mr2I/AAAAAAAAALg/TYVspiv3Mvw/Lonely_Corner_by_adgimenez_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="416" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;É errado sonhar em um amor, onde realmente haja amor? Querer um pouco de romance na vida. Sair para namorar, segurar na mão de quem se gosta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Até onde as pessoas vão pra conseguir sexo? Simples assim... sexo... mesmo número de letras, 4...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fingir um sentimento tão lindo, fingir ser algo que não é, apenas para se dar bem na cama, no banheiro, numa rua escura, seja onde for...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cada dia me decepciono mais... mas ainda existe aquela chama, que luta para se manter acesa em meio à tempestade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aindo espero que essa borboleta pouse tranquilamente em meu ombro.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Até lá, vou caminhando, pé ante pé.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walk this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SKrJMgphDqI/AAAAAAAAALk/2S53J4HmENw/the_journey_by_elviaje%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="401" alt="the_journey_by_elviaje" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SKrJQ_mvkTI/AAAAAAAAALo/V_gtYyXNzW0/the_journey_by_elviaje_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="305" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br&gt;With no music playing&lt;br&gt;I remember the simple things&lt;br&gt;I remember 'till I cry&lt;br&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br&gt;The memory I wanna forget&lt;br&gt;Is goodbye...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-2465239044639681057?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/2465239044639681057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=2465239044639681057' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2465239044639681057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2465239044639681057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-what-you-get-when-you-let-your.html' title='That&amp;#39;s What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/paulodemoc/SKrJFU4mr2I/AAAAAAAAALg/TYVspiv3Mvw/s72-c/Lonely_Corner_by_adgimenez_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-6717459103488629316</id><published>2008-04-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MusiK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3OloyxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N-splojJ7Pc/s1600-h/The_music_nature_by_Ethernity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3OloyxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N-splojJ7Pc/s400/The_music_nature_by_Ethernity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194732694678326034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre ando ouvindo minhas músicas, sempre que vou à rua.&lt;br /&gt;E presto atenção em suas mensagens, percebo como sempre me dizem o que preciso, na hora certa...&lt;br /&gt;Músicas tem significados, não são feitas apenas pra diversão (há exceções)&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver ouvindo uma música, pare, preste atenção no que ela está te dizendo...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser o que você precisa ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3eloyyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NYaUrAmxoY8/s1600-h/Music_by_giih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3eloyyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NYaUrAmxoY8/s400/Music_by_giih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194732698973293346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't cry, open up your eyes and know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; There's someone else out there that feels this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm singing to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what you've been through and now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so long ago I felt the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like soldiers, march on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can make it through the night we'll see the sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March on, march on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3uloyzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CMs6tabakKg/s1600-h/72046c5a1e8ab21dfbcb6beba8508465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3uloyzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CMs6tabakKg/s400/72046c5a1e8ab21dfbcb6beba8508465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194732703268260658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I smile, you laugh, I look away&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, you ask me why, I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's ok and I am just feeling' down&lt;br /&gt;Your hand on mine I hear the words&lt;br /&gt;If only love had found us first,&lt;br /&gt;Our lives they would be different, oh&lt;br /&gt;So I stand and wait, I am just a man, oh&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now baby,&lt;br /&gt;If we found each other first,&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-6717459103488629316?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/6717459103488629316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=6717459103488629316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6717459103488629316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6717459103488629316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/musik.html' title='MusiK'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBdl3OloyxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N-splojJ7Pc/s72-c/The_music_nature_by_Ethernity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5603716069115733972</id><published>2008-04-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBIcOOloyvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VPP3oJoSzg8/s1600-h/Subtle_Changes_by_DuvallGear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBIcOOloyvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VPP3oJoSzg8/s400/Subtle_Changes_by_DuvallGear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193244351071308530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é pra alguns amigos... que já não são os mesmos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am on the phone again and...&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence is on the other end&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the sound of a smile in your voice&lt;br /&gt;But right now (right now) all I feel (all I feel)&lt;br /&gt;is the pain of the fighting starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you talk about you know they stay on my mind, on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about they'll bring us through it everytime&lt;br /&gt;after time, after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word, I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away, I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that time changes, best friends can become strangers&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that, no not for you&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are again&lt;br /&gt;Same old arguement&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering if things'll ever change you&lt;br /&gt;When will you laugh again, laugh like you did back when&lt;br /&gt;We'd make noise til 3:00 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;When the neighbors would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you talk about you know they stay on my mind, on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about will bring us through it everytime,&lt;br /&gt;after time, after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word, I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away, I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin, I'm fallin, I'm fallin down&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin, I'm fallin, I'm fallin down&lt;br /&gt;Down...down...down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word, I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away, I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word, I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away, I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you just give me a signal, say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBIcOeloywI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HIl2JwJvsmM/s1600-h/Changes_will_happen____by_ZephonSoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBIcOeloywI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HIl2JwJvsmM/s400/Changes_will_happen____by_ZephonSoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193244355366275842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5603716069115733972?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5603716069115733972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5603716069115733972' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5603716069115733972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5603716069115733972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBIcOOloyvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VPP3oJoSzg8/s72-c/Subtle_Changes_by_DuvallGear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-288631230077396309</id><published>2008-04-24T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:29.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Han-Han</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBDgRuloytI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q33I61IKZcc/s1600-h/Yin_and_Yang_by_Koori_Ookami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBDgRuloytI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q33I61IKZcc/s400/Yin_and_Yang_by_Koori_Ookami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192896965526473426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não pertence só a você, sabia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada nesse mundo que pertença somente a você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos têm conexões com alguém mais e dividem algo através dessas conexões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que você nunca poderá ser livre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e também é por isso que é divertido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e caro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knihT ( - . - ) Think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dividir, metade-metade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente fazer tudo sozinho, os amigos estão ali para lhe ajudar a dividir esse peso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBDgS-loyuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kl_j8aLXIg0/s1600-h/Yin_and_Yang_by_karoru_chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBDgS-loyuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kl_j8aLXIg0/s400/Yin_and_Yang_by_karoru_chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192896987001309922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-288631230077396309?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/288631230077396309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=288631230077396309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/288631230077396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/288631230077396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/han-han.html' title='Han-Han'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SBDgRuloytI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q33I61IKZcc/s72-c/Yin_and_Yang_by_Koori_Ookami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-2447926951858328169</id><published>2008-04-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:29.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aruiteru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9mL-loyrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LLt_mYQJkQ/s1600-h/walking_by_Paranoia_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9mL-loyrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LLt_mYQJkQ/s400/walking_by_Paranoia_0504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192481251346926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu tenho vontade de viajar, conhecer outros países, outras paisagens...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu seja ligado à minha cidade, pelos meus amigos, parentes,&lt;br /&gt;e momentos que vivi aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escócia, Inglaterra, Irlanda, Nova Zelândia, Japão...&lt;br /&gt;Países com belas paisagens naturais, imensidões de campos verdejantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é meio complicado de eu sair de casa...&lt;br /&gt;A primeira barreira é a financeira... essa viagens são muito caras &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;A outra barreira, é a minha família....&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como um pilar que sustenta a harmonia da casa.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que meu pai seja o provedor financeiro, e minha mãe resolva&lt;br /&gt;as questões do lar, sou eu quem mantenho o equilíbrio. Sou eu o que&lt;br /&gt;dá conselhos a minha mãe, apaziguo os ânimos em momentos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;sou eu quem tento manter a maior estabilidade possível nesse ambiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que seria dessa casa se eu saísse por tempo indeterminado.&lt;br /&gt;Então, ao menos por hora... vou ficando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês que tem chance, vão, e conheçam por mim, as maravilhas que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;tem a oferecer... e vão em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9mMuloysI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pLXpYAOQZ58/s1600-h/Walking_in_the_Air_by_Dezera.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9mMuloysI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pLXpYAOQZ58/s400/Walking_in_the_Air_by_Dezera.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192481264231828162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-2447926951858328169?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/2447926951858328169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=2447926951858328169' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2447926951858328169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2447926951858328169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/aruiteru.html' title='Aruiteru'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9mL-loyrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LLt_mYQJkQ/s72-c/walking_by_Paranoia_0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-359725054165128081</id><published>2008-04-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:30.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9PMeloyqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DsKtyI34bC4/s1600-h/Focus_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9PMeloyqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DsKtyI34bC4/s400/Focus_by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192455971169421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ando meio desanimado... com o algumas coisas....&lt;br /&gt;Já estou no último ano da faculdade, e olho para meu currículo... tão vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo nenhum estágio na minha área... algo que me dê confiança, e principalmente,&lt;br /&gt;experiência..&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu devo levantar a cabeça e continuar caminhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que me manter forte, não só por mim, mas por aqueles que dependem&lt;br /&gt;de mim, ou contam comigo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz por uma pessoa especial que tem acompanhado meu blog...&lt;br /&gt;Meu leitor fiel =)&lt;br /&gt;E ele que me mantém de cabeça erguida e firme nessa estrada...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe por não ter postado nada ontem =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos FOCAR no que é importante no momento... e é isso que vamos fazer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foco! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully Yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-359725054165128081?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/359725054165128081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=359725054165128081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/359725054165128081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/359725054165128081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA9PMeloyqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DsKtyI34bC4/s72-c/Focus_by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4919716646164049253</id><published>2008-04-21T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:30.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazoku - Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cc5GFXNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ozioNHEnugM/s1600-h/The_Countryside_by_Greenbeard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cc5GFXNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ozioNHEnugM/s400/The_Countryside_by_Greenbeard.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837228116303058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje eu passei o dia com alguns parentes em uma roça.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, amo a natureza, mas não aguento um lugar assim, sem nada pra fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse ter um lugar assim, eu o adaptaria para o meu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos então, sentados em volta da mesa, contando histórias de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Época em que ainda não era nascido, nomes que nunca antes havia ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Havia histórias tristes, mas também havia motivos de risadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi ouvindo as várias histórias que eu percebi...&lt;br /&gt;Como essas famílias passaram por coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Foram problemas inacreditáveis, obstáculos, sofrimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas podem até serem tidas como heróis e heroinas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais percebi, foi como houve sofrimento... muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só a família por parte de mãe, mas também por parte de pai...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que ambas as famílias carregam algum tipo de maldição&lt;br /&gt;Que perdura até os dias de hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cdZGFXPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0qdE-7keQL8/s1600-h/curse_by_sotoxic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cdZGFXPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0qdE-7keQL8/s400/curse_by_sotoxic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837236706237682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se eu tivesse tempo, paciência e conhecimento, essas histórias dariam um livro e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sabe no futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, eu vou vendo o filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cdZGFXOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/t-pUN70pLdk/s1600-h/The_little_writer_by_Raccoon_with_a_cigar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cdZGFXOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/t-pUN70pLdk/s400/The_little_writer_by_Raccoon_with_a_cigar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191837236706237666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I don't wanna read the book&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the movie&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like everybody else my age"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4919716646164049253?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4919716646164049253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4919716646164049253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4919716646164049253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4919716646164049253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/kazoku-family.html' title='Kazoku - Family'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SA0cc5GFXNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ozioNHEnugM/s72-c/The_Countryside_by_Greenbeard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-6589378662671860254</id><published>2008-04-20T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:31.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAvHDJGFXMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MR5Whl0ox2Q/s1600-h/L_O_V_E__by_LullabyOfLilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAvHDJGFXMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MR5Whl0ox2Q/s400/L_O_V_E__by_LullabyOfLilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191461852269599938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;    What we all are until we find that special person to which we share our hearts and souls.&lt;br /&gt;     That single person that brightens our darkest days.  That is there to comfort us when we’re&lt;br /&gt;      sad.  Can give us strength when we are at our weakest.  That will be there to tell us when&lt;br /&gt;       we’re wrong, or stand behind us when we’re right.  That single person that means more to&lt;br /&gt;         us then life itself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for no Option.&lt;br /&gt;    Please understand.  Love is not an optional thing.  It doesn’t ask our permission first.  It&lt;br /&gt;     won’t even give us any warning.  It will just come along and fill that empty space in our&lt;br /&gt;      hearts.  You never know with who, or when it will find you, though when it does…you’ll&lt;br /&gt;       surely know it.  It will be the greatest feeling in the world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for Virtue.&lt;br /&gt;    It’s for being able to stand against all odds with the one we love.  It’s for not being afraid of&lt;br /&gt;      who knows we care for this person.  Not letting what others think mar our decision for&lt;br /&gt;        happiness.  It’s for knowing we have finally found that which completes us, and will&lt;br /&gt;           withstand anything to keep it that way. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;    Our understanding of a situation.  Not condemning the motives of two people that have found&lt;br /&gt;      joy in each others company.  To show we can have compassion.  Not discriminate against&lt;br /&gt;       someone because they have the strength to express their true feelings for another.  Let &lt;br /&gt;         them know we are truly impressed by the courage they must have. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    You can’t stand the thought of people the same sex being in love?&lt;br /&gt;    Who are you to judge?&lt;br /&gt;    If they truly love each other...that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;    Here’s a little advice for you.&lt;br /&gt;    Read a good book and get the fuck over it.&lt;br /&gt;    I hope you find true love someday yourself...maybe then you’ll finally be able to understand&lt;br /&gt;    it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor na adolescência é um tema lindo, exceto quando é sobre duas pessoas do mesmo sexo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-6589378662671860254?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/6589378662671860254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=6589378662671860254' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6589378662671860254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6589378662671860254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/koi.html' title='Koi'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAvHDJGFXMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MR5Whl0ox2Q/s72-c/L_O_V_E__by_LullabyOfLilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1775030034433075778</id><published>2008-04-19T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:31.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp5kJGFXLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vnCs1mCmeY/s1600-h/Sun_somewhere_by_nikosalpha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp5kJGFXLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vnCs1mCmeY/s400/Sun_somewhere_by_nikosalpha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191095182321605810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Venha, pegue minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Vamos dar uma volta, eu sei que você pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Você pode vestir qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Desde que não seja preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Por favor, não lamente para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ela não voltará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;E sim, eles perguntarão onde você esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;E você vai ter que dizer, de novo e de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E você provavelmente não quer escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Amanhã é um novo dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas eu prometo que você verá o sol de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E você está me perguntando por que a dor é o unico caminho para a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E eu prometo que você verá o sol de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E EU PROMETO QUE VOCÊ VERÁ O SOL DE NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-1775030034433075778?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1775030034433075778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1775030034433075778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1775030034433075778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1775030034433075778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/taiyou.html' title='Taiyou'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp5kJGFXLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vnCs1mCmeY/s72-c/Sun_somewhere_by_nikosalpha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-380383994894117536</id><published>2008-04-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:31.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp26pGFXII/AAAAAAAAAH8/D_Z9X3tfdsk/s1600-h/Rain_in_the_park_by_jchanders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp26pGFXII/AAAAAAAAAH8/D_Z9X3tfdsk/s400/Rain_in_the_park_by_jchanders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191092270333779074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choveu naquela noite.&lt;br /&gt;O senhor olhava pela janela. Seus olhos distantes não estavam mais nessa época. Sua face cansada maltratada pelo passar dos anos. E perdeu-se em memórias...&lt;br /&gt;Uma leve brisa balançava algumas folhas nas árvores. O calor era insuportável. Não havia sinal de chuva há semanas. Resolveram dar uma volta no parque. Ele ia na frente, olhando apenas para o chão, seus dedos entrelaçados atrás de sua cabeça. Ela, caminhava a alguns centímetros dele, olhando fixamente em sua direção. Sua face exprimia certa preocupação.&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos... - ela começou - Vamos nos sentar aqui. - Ajeitando seu vestido, a garota sentou-se em um banco próximo. O jovem recuou alguns passos e sentou ao seu lado, ainda encarando o chão.&lt;br /&gt;- Você não disse nada a noite toda.&lt;br /&gt;- Me desculpe...&lt;br /&gt;- Você está sério. Aconteceu algo?&lt;br /&gt;- Alguns problemas em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;- Eu... queria te falar...&lt;br /&gt;Ele virou o rosto&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei que o seu coração está confuso, sei que é complicado... mas eu queria que... - ele olhou em direção a ela - queria que você me desse uma chance de fazer feliz... de te ajudar e estar sempre ao seu lado... Mostrar que você pode amar de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Duas lágrimas gotejaram no chão, e em seguida mais gotas caíram, e o vento soprou. Mesmo encharcados, não existia mais nada para eles. A água, o parque, as árvores... nada importava...&lt;br /&gt;Seus labios se tocaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp4hJGFXKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0oWznDfG7dY/s1600-h/__Lovers_in_the_rain___by_koruldia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp4hJGFXKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0oWznDfG7dY/s400/__Lovers_in_the_rain___by_koruldia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191094031270370466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-380383994894117536?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/380383994894117536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=380383994894117536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/380383994894117536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/380383994894117536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/tell-tale.html' title='Tell tale'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAp26pGFXII/AAAAAAAAAH8/D_Z9X3tfdsk/s72-c/Rain_in_the_park_by_jchanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1119868600425205845</id><published>2008-04-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:32.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAky9ANoaaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mA_nXt3Dc80/s1600-h/Hope_by_Marta_Ch.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAky9ANoaaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mA_nXt3Dc80/s400/Hope_by_Marta_Ch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190736069131790754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você recebe uma mensagem de alguém tãããão especial&lt;br /&gt;e que te deixa muito feliz?&lt;br /&gt;E sabe quando aquela luzinha de esperança acende láááá no fundinho de seu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pois então.... acendeu e está brilhando tanto que eu duvido que alguém durma aqui hoje (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eu sei que as coisas estão difíceis... só fiz o que fiz para que você saiba que estou do seu lado, te dando força... faça o que for preciso...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E sei que as coisas podem demorar, mas tudo vai se resolver... e nós vamos nos ver de novo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aula de japonês de hoje? Tudo bem:&lt;br /&gt;Yakusoku suru!!!! Anata to aitai!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo!!! Eu quero te encontrar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, despejo aqui meus sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAky9QNoabI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7z8iDorRRwE/s1600-h/_hope__by_shutterbug13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAky9QNoabI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7z8iDorRRwE/s400/_hope__by_shutterbug13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190736073426758066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-1119868600425205845?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1119868600425205845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1119868600425205845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1119868600425205845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1119868600425205845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAky9ANoaaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mA_nXt3Dc80/s72-c/Hope_by_Marta_Ch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7082135433751049588</id><published>2008-04-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:32.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAKMvgNoaZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DdOwFiQ_oBE/s1600-h/Candle_by_Kuddl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAKMvgNoaZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DdOwFiQ_oBE/s400/Candle_by_Kuddl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188864468413082002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O amor é como uma vela, que tentamos acender em meio a um vento forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sozinhos, o vento sempre apagará a sua chama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mas basta que os dois trabalhem juntos, protegendo a chama com suas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que ela brilhará, aconchegante e forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mas se um tirar sua mão, mesmo que por um instante, o vento poderá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;apagar a chama... e reacendê-la pode ser mais complicado do que da primeira vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você tirou suas mãos.... ou talvez nunca as tenha colocado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7082135433751049588?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7082135433751049588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7082135433751049588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7082135433751049588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7082135433751049588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fading.html' title='Fading'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAKMvgNoaZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DdOwFiQ_oBE/s72-c/Candle_by_Kuddl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7740647674109095451</id><published>2008-04-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:32.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quão feliz é o inocente destino das Vestals!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo o mundo, pelo mundo esquecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brilho Eterno de Uma Mente Sem Lembranças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada oração aceita, cada sonho renunciado;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando... teria feito alguma diferença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse lhe dito o que eu sentia por você?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse lhe dito o que eu SINTO por você?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse demonstrado mais claramente?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu estivesse...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAD3BWPbeSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Mm9PPh4iMkM/s1600-h/409c4943404b4fc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAD3BWPbeSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Mm9PPh4iMkM/s400/409c4943404b4fc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188418373253036322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7740647674109095451?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7740647674109095451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7740647674109095451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7740647674109095451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7740647674109095451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgetfulness.html' title='Forgetfulness'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/SAD3BWPbeSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Mm9PPh4iMkM/s72-c/409c4943404b4fc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1192885211030560197</id><published>2008-04-09T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_1eC2PbeQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBoqak8ICyg/s1600-h/Hand_out_by_dlt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_1eC2PbeQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBoqak8ICyg/s400/Hand_out_by_dlt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187405748813658370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ainda estou aqui, de mão estendida, esperando por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo vai ficar bem, você vai ver. Tenha paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Tenha tato. Saiba lidar com a situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Estou pedindo sempre à Deusa por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorria, seu sorriso é lindo. Não quero te ver triste ^w^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E pode ficar tranquilo, meu braço não se cansará ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_1eDGPbeRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/02MdJaHtLpo/s1600-h/Reaching_by_DailyDeath.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_1eDGPbeRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/02MdJaHtLpo/s400/Reaching_by_DailyDeath.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187405753108625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;( ^ ω ^ )&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/1936284254152301792-1192885211030560197?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1192885211030560197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1192885211030560197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1192885211030560197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1192885211030560197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting-still.html' title='Waiting Still'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_1eC2PbeQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBoqak8ICyg/s72-c/Hand_out_by_dlt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7308587843690663856</id><published>2008-04-08T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Está no Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v3wmAF2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qlixtNkYM_w/s1600-h/875d36da1f8f74c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v3wmAF2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qlixtNkYM_w/s400/875d36da1f8f74c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187011810053970130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For the stars are fading and in darkness we can see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;United by eternal love they whisper through the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Welcome to the Universe, a journey without end.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;xXx&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/1936284254152301792-7308587843690663856?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7308587843690663856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7308587843690663856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7308587843690663856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7308587843690663856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/est-no-universo.html' title='Está no Universo'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v3wmAF2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qlixtNkYM_w/s72-c/875d36da1f8f74c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4373239043148186454</id><published>2008-04-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:33.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Here All By Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v2v2AF2MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XVIpkYx7KYA/s1600-h/Sunset_Kiss_by_ClairexBeary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v2v2AF2MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XVIpkYx7KYA/s400/Sunset_Kiss_by_ClairexBeary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187010697657440450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem muitas palavras pra expressar o que estou sentindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com saudades... muitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pensando... em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sittin' here all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;just tryin' to think of something to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Tryin' to think of something, anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;But you know it's not working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;'cause you're all that's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;One thought of you is all it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;But the more I think, the less I believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;and the more I want you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;You know the holidays are coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Memories of Christmas time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;we just can't seem to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;One more chance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh please, baby won't you take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;we've got nothing left to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;we were just kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to give you chills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;the way that I kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;No, you didn't mean to love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;But you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxinho, do jeito que você gosta  ( ~ _ ~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v2vmAF2LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vBxIQBCexbU/s1600-h/eye____sad_by_Yvenaldover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v2vmAF2LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vBxIQBCexbU/s400/eye____sad_by_Yvenaldover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187010693362473138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4373239043148186454?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4373239043148186454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4373239043148186454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4373239043148186454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4373239043148186454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/sitting-here-all-by-myself.html' title='Sitting Here All By Myself'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_v2v2AF2MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XVIpkYx7KYA/s72-c/Sunset_Kiss_by_ClairexBeary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-8242966434293355021</id><published>2008-04-07T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:34.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorrY</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/_awphtzueG3g/R_rHCmAF2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/8cX8YdWWj38/s1600-h/sorry_by_999slits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rHCmAF2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/8cX8YdWWj38/s400/sorry_by_999slits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186676768245143682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rHC2AF2JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/InyRPIjwFas/s1600-h/I__m_sorry____by_sexualpowertrip.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rHC2AF2JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/InyRPIjwFas/s400/I__m_sorry____by_sexualpowertrip.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186676772540110994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me Desculpe se fiz alguma coisa que te magoou&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe se eu te desapontei&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe se eu não fui tudo que você esperava&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe se não percebi algum sinal&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe se deixei de fazer alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe se não havia nada que eu pudesse ter feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Desculpe por ter existido...&lt;br /&gt;gomen-nasai&lt;br /&gt;for everything&lt;br /&gt;( - . - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't wanna be adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't wanna be first in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Or make myself heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'd like to bring a little light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To shine a light on your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To make you feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;No, don't wanna be the only one you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I wanna be the place you call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I lay myself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To make it so, but you don't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I give much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Than I'd ever ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Will you see me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Or is it just a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Trying to be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Just shine, shine, shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Shine a little light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Shine a light on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Warm me up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rIAmAF2KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5aEFpdxODyo/s1600-h/sorry_by_kyoko_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rIAmAF2KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5aEFpdxODyo/s400/sorry_by_kyoko_world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186677833397033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&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/1936284254152301792-8242966434293355021?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/8242966434293355021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=8242966434293355021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8242966434293355021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8242966434293355021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-sorry.html' title='So sorrY'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_rHCmAF2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/8cX8YdWWj38/s72-c/sorry_by_999slits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-6917866365225666811</id><published>2008-04-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:34.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STD - Seize the 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/_awphtzueG3g/R_q582AF2GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_1t1FBhrq-Y/s1600-h/seize_the_day_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_q582AF2GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_1t1FBhrq-Y/s400/seize_the_day_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186662375809734754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Não deixe pra amanhã, o que se pode fazer hoje"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nós ouvimos os filosofos, os pensadores...&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimos nossos avós, nos falando sobre desperdiçar nosso tempo..&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimos os malditos poetas falarem sobre "aproveitar o dia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós não aprendemos até que vejamos por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos aprender nossas próprias lições.&lt;br /&gt;Cometer nossos próprios erros.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos varrer a posibilidade do hoje&lt;br /&gt;pra debaixo do tapete do amanhã, até que não possamos mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que entendamos por nós mesmos o que Benjamin Franklin quis&lt;br /&gt;dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saber é melhor do que supor. Que acordar é melhor que dormir.&lt;br /&gt;E que mesmo a maior falha, mesmo o pior,&lt;br /&gt;o mais intragável erro supera nunca ter tentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_q6OWAF2HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pOdql1louzM/s1600-h/Carpe_Diem_by_Etadam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_q6OWAF2HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pOdql1louzM/s400/Carpe_Diem_by_Etadam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186662676457445490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-6917866365225666811?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/6917866365225666811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=6917866365225666811' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6917866365225666811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6917866365225666811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/std-seize-day.html' title='STD - Seize the Day'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_q582AF2GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_1t1FBhrq-Y/s72-c/seize_the_day_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-6807761409740886017</id><published>2008-04-06T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:35.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.E.A.R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_le22AF2FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6icEyFKGq7U/s1600-h/Coward_by_leoslim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_le22AF2FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6icEyFKGq7U/s400/Coward_by_leoslim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280742195681362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não sei porque nós adiamos as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;mas se tivesse que chutar, eu diria que tem muito a ver com o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Medo do fracasso, medo da dor, medo da rejeição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas vezes, ou a maioria das vezes, o medo é de tomar uma decisão... porque.... e se você estiver errado? E se você estiver cometendo um erro que você não pode desfazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do que quer que seja que tenhamos medo, uma coisa permanece verdade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A partir da hora que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A DOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; uma coisa ficar pior que &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;O MEDO&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;fazê-la&lt;/span&gt;, parece que você está carregando um enorme tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu estou com medo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1936284254152301792-6807761409740886017?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/6807761409740886017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=6807761409740886017' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6807761409740886017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/6807761409740886017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fear.html' title='F.E.A.R'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_le22AF2FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6icEyFKGq7U/s72-c/Coward_by_leoslim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4902942153094637458</id><published>2008-04-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:35.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Journey</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/_awphtzueG3g/R_gHKmAF2DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wYEnNPDQeh8/s1600-h/It__s_a_long_road____by_pyromaniac.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_gHKmAF2DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wYEnNPDQeh8/s400/It__s_a_long_road____by_pyromaniac.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185902849498142770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"É uma longa estrada... você tem certeza que quer vir comigo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;- perguntou o menino-espantalho ao corvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre uma longa jornada... e a estrada nunca termina. É como se você estivesse dirigindo em uma estrada escura, e o farol de seu carro apenas permitisse a visão dos próximos 60 metros à sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;E nós não precisamos seguir sozinhos por essa estrada, por que pode ser assustador... Por isso sempre ansiamos por companhia, amigos, alguém que segure sua mão e que lhe passe segurança, ou alguém que mesmo sem lhe tocar, está caminhando ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Como disse uma certa doutora: "É sempre sobre linhas", mas as linhas não são traçadas pra manter as pessoas fora... elas são traçadas pra trazer você pra dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero caminhar sozinho por essa estrada. Eu queria alguém pra caminhar comigo, segurando a minha mão. Alguém que me conforte, que me alegre, que lembre de mim. Alguém que eu possa cuidar, amar, confortar, estender a mão sempre que precisar, e carregar no colo quando cançar de andar ou se tropeçar e machucar o pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi duas situações trágicas... onde um dos envolvidos tinha medo de expor o que sentia.. de se entregar.... de se expressar... e a situação não acabou bem. O tempo tirou a vida da outra pessoa... e só ficou arrependimento... De não ter sorrido pra ela na frente de todo mundo, de não ter dado uma mordida naquele doce, de não ter segurado sua mão enquanto caminhavam, de não ter dito o quanto a amava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero arrependimento... não quero solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero caminhar junto!!! E espero que encontre alguém pra caminhar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_gL1GAF2EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z3e6s2_P5-g/s1600-h/walk_along_the_road_2_by_7th_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_gL1GAF2EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z3e6s2_P5-g/s400/walk_along_the_road_2_by_7th_dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185907977689094210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"You're such a drama queen ..."&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/1936284254152301792-4902942153094637458?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4902942153094637458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4902942153094637458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4902942153094637458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4902942153094637458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-long-journey.html' title='Long Long Journey'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_gHKmAF2DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wYEnNPDQeh8/s72-c/It__s_a_long_road____by_pyromaniac.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4690451737428366006</id><published>2008-04-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:35.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilhas Velhas</title><content type='html'>Outro dia estava na casa de um amigo meu, e estavamos esperando o pessoal pra irmos&lt;br /&gt;pra uma trance (a minha primeira, uhuhu, mas isso não vem ao caso...)&lt;br /&gt;E estavamos em seu quarto, com uma amiga dele... Foi quando ele pegou um objeto&lt;br /&gt;para procurar por um apetreixo para usar no pescoço... (não, faca não queriduu, é perigosoo)&lt;br /&gt;E nesse porta-apetreixos, estava cheio de pilhas, baterias, usadas, antigas... foi quando a garota perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;"Pra que esse tanto de pilha velha?"&lt;br /&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"É porque eu usava na câmera, e quando acabava eu guardava pra usar no controle...&lt;br /&gt;Só que agora não tem mais câmera, não tem mais controle, e as pilhas ainda tão ae..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bMVWAF1_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCuXGzoKwjQ/s1600-h/Vector_Battery_by_kids_of_probovka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bMVWAF1_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCuXGzoKwjQ/s400/Vector_Battery_by_kids_of_probovka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185556688018986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso me fez pensar... quantas vezes nós chegamos em situações em que juntamos coisas&lt;br /&gt;que não são mais úteis a nossa vida? Coisas que começam a nos entulhar, nos atrasar e&lt;br /&gt;prender ao passado?&lt;br /&gt;Mas tio, se ligar ao passado é errado?&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaum, claro que não... sinta-se a vontade para se segurar naquela lembrança o quanto for&lt;br /&gt;necessário, mas só tome cuidado para que isso não pare os ponteiros do seu relógio... sua vida&lt;br /&gt;continua, queriduz.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes precisamos reavaliar nossas prioridades, ver o que realmente queremos, o que&lt;br /&gt;precisamos e o que realmente nos fará bem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o péssimo hábito de me acomodar com certas situações com medo... medo do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;medo de machucar alguém, medo de ficar sozinho....&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso acaba sendo pior, muito pior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... chega uma hora em que temos que parar, sacudir o pó, e pensar: "Será que não é hora&lt;br /&gt;de eu me livrar dessas pilhas velhas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it... pense naquela gavetinha escondida lá no fundo, onde você mantém aquelas&lt;br /&gt;amarelinhas antigas... aquelas duracell gastas... e se já não é hora de deixá-las ir....&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez se segurar à elas só mais um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bN2GAF2AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3TAsUCOs9nY/s1600-h/i_low_battery_by_wrongsideout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bN2GAF2AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3TAsUCOs9nY/s400/i_low_battery_by_wrongsideout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185558350171330562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4690451737428366006?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4690451737428366006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4690451737428366006' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4690451737428366006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4690451737428366006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/pilhas-velhas.html' title='Pilhas Velhas'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bMVWAF1_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCuXGzoKwjQ/s72-c/Vector_Battery_by_kids_of_probovka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7704053195852640314</id><published>2008-04-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:35.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridda</title><content type='html'>Raindrops are falling on my hip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bHy2AF1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jmwG0T-j0zE/s1600-h/80d6a642846b0a1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bHy2AF1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jmwG0T-j0zE/s400/80d6a642846b0a1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185551697266989026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava gostar de chuva... quando eu era pequeno... Era só começar a chover que eu corria&lt;br /&gt;pra rua, de braços abertos, tomando banho de chuva.... A correnteza levando meu chinelo "havaianas"...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ultimamente, a chuva só tem servido pra atrapalhar meus compromissos... A gente vai crescendo e esquecendo a magia da natureza...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é ruim... não quero perder isso, nunca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei o dia mechendo em fotos antigas do colégio. Momento nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bateu uma saudade... das bagunças, das conversas no fundo da sala...&lt;br /&gt;Dos papos com minha best&lt;br /&gt;Da vez que Gi me emprestou a filmadora dela e eu fiquei enchendo o saco de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;De quando eu faltava as aulas de educação física&lt;br /&gt;Das farrinhas que faziamos na Mansão Morais...&lt;br /&gt;Da Amiga e Dos Colegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho novos amigos, poucos, mas amigos....&lt;br /&gt;Tenho novos colegas, novos conhecidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esqueço os antigos. Nunca....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7704053195852640314?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7704053195852640314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7704053195852640314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7704053195852640314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7704053195852640314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fridda.html' title='Fridda'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_bHy2AF1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jmwG0T-j0zE/s72-c/80d6a642846b0a1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-3744524275477931728</id><published>2008-04-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:36.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isso mesmo, shame on you... não, you naum, shame on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abandonei meu dwelling.. ( - . - ) Que coisa feia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas estou de volta... ando com vontade de escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De me expressar... só tenho que tomar cuidado com o que digo&lt;br /&gt;( x . x )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por mais que esse lugar seja desértico.... nunca se sabe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ando meio cheio... de tudo... cabeça confusa... preciso esvaziar o depósito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me dar mais valor... tomar umas decisões, que serão boas pra uns, ruins pra outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só não identifiquei os papéis ainda..  E isso tá me fazendo taum mal&lt;br /&gt;( T . T )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não to aguentando... tenho medo de dar tempo ao tempo... e o tempo mudar o que não deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e deixar o que deveria ser mudado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero fazer o certo... espero que me entendam... que me perdoem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;"mas nao se  demore muito.. nem se perca no caminho... pq no fim das contas, as coisas podem  nao estar no mesmo lugar quando voce voltar" - cheshire cat; alice in the wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_WFwGAF19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DYPOixeZ4UU/s1600-h/Alice_and_the_Cheshire_cat_by_super_sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_WFwGAF19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DYPOixeZ4UU/s400/Alice_and_the_Cheshire_cat_by_super_sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185197607278204882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bom, do jeito que está é que não pode ficar, pelo menos é o que andam me dizendo&lt;br /&gt;é o que sinto... por mais que o medo me domine... por mais que ele silencie minha razão...&lt;br /&gt;meu coração....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como dizia o Rei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'&lt;br /&gt;    - Alice in the Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.hugz 2 u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( - . - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-3744524275477931728?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3744524275477931728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3744524275477931728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3744524275477931728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3744524275477931728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/04/shame-on-you.html' title='Shame on you...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/R_WFwGAF19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DYPOixeZ4UU/s72-c/Alice_and_the_Cheshire_cat_by_super_sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1119020803384379408</id><published>2008-01-19T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:31:21.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some BlogThings ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 71% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing isn't a casual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip to lip action makes your heart sing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Intense Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/kissingstylequiz/intense-kisser.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss, it's deep and powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't take kissing lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses always have meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always make your head spin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Kissing Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Movie Buff Quotient: 54%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouamoviebuffquiz/movie-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well on your way to becoming a movie buff. &lt;br /&gt;You've seen many of the great films, and you have even probably developed an expertise in a few genres.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamoviebuffquiz/"&gt;Are You a Movie Buff?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Hazelnut Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/hazelnut-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a charmer with a killer sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;You are very demanding, but you can also be very understanding.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you always make a lasting impression - you're quite popular.&lt;br /&gt;Passionate, you are an active fighter for social causes and politics.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are moody, honest, a perfectionist, and very sexual.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/mars.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars is a planet that shines brightly and loops wildly around the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Mars, because you are both energetic and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Like Mars, you seems attractive and bright to others - but you're difficult to pin down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great thinker, but you only think in the present and ignore the future.&lt;br /&gt;Full of enthusiasm and inspiration, you are into your own thing... and rather insensitive to others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Super Speed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/speed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quick witted and fast to act.&lt;br /&gt;You're mind works at warp speed. From your perspective, everyone else is living in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;You get so much done, people have accused you of not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not a couch potato, you feel a bit crazy if you're not busy doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You're be the first on the scene... and likely to finish the job before anyone else shows up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Being bored by everyone else. Including other superheroes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 1987 (the year you were born)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan is president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street crashes sending the Dow Jones Industrial average down 22.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Reagan and Soviet Leader Gorbachev sign an unprecedented missile reduction agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Televangelist Jim Bakker resigns amid accusations of sexual infidelity and financial impropriety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street financier Ivan Boesky is sentenced to three years in prison in an insider trading scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Hart withdraws from the 1988 presidential campaign under accusations of infidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food and Drug Administration approves anti-AIDS drug AZT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prozac makes its debut in the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Wow, Joss Stone, and Hilary Duff are born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota Twins win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Giants win Superbowl XXI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Men and a Baby is the top grossing film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walk Like An Egyptian" by The Bangles spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full House, Married with Children, and Star Trek: The Next Generation premiere&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-1119020803384379408?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1119020803384379408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1119020803384379408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1119020803384379408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1119020803384379408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-blogthings.html' title='Some BlogThings ;)'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-8856423565175413568</id><published>2007-09-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:36:55.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs17/i/2007/135/2/7/Amor_by_lovelybutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/ReC9LbHLEGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QsPXwW16X4Y/s400/000621a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035232387354267746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair de casa, espairecer, distrair-me, para mim são as palavras de ordem neste momento… Assim, ontem à noite decidi ir tomar café com alguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de já termos tomado o referido café:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Então fala-me mais de ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Que mais queres saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– O que quiseres contar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Já te falei até demais sobre mim, já deves estar farto de me ouvires…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Nada disso! É agradável conversar contigo. Vamos sair daqui, vamos dar uma volta a pé…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O frio fazia-se sentir, não me estava a sentir muito bem, optamos por ir dar uma volta de carro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– O que faz um rapaz tão bonito e simpático como tu ainda solteiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Quanto ao simpático aceito, agora retira o bonito…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Não sejas assim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– É a verdade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Mas então porquê ainda solteiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Por tudo aquilo que já te falei no café! Acho que as pessoas hoje em dia tem imenso medo de assumirem aquilo que sentem e arriscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Mas nem todos somos iguais…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Acredito… Eu mesmo, penso diferente! Arriscaria tudo em prol de um amor verdadeiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Arriscavas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Sim, porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Como te sentes aqui ao meu lado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Confesso ter-me sentido desconfortável com a pergunta, mas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Sinto-me bem , de outra forma não estaria aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Hum…ok! Sinto-te muito distante no olhar, por vezes acho que não estás à vontade aqui ao meu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Eu sou assim, a minha cabeça está em muitos lugares ao mesmo tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– E onde está ela agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Não vou comentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Ainda não te vi sorrir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Vamos embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Já? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Sim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– E o teu coração? Como está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Bom…e recomenda-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Tens alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Silêncio…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Ok, já percebi, não precisas de responder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não me leves a mal…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– És muito misterioso e esse teu olhar revela alguma mágoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Não vou comentar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Posso tentar ajudar-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Já ajudas ao deixares-me tomar café contigo, saí de casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Estou a falar do teu coração? Deixas-me tentar apagar a mágoa que existe nele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Mas não existe mágoa...apenas desilusão comigo mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Gosto do teu jeito tímido…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo a sentir-me bastante desconfortável…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Vamos embora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Mas eu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Por favor, não insistas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Então o teu coração não está disponível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sorri…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Tranquei o meu coração há pouco tempo atrás! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Temos poeta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Peguei nas chaves e lancei-as ao mar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Agora é que me lixaste, não sei nadar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gargalhada geral…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Aprende…é sempre bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Depois posso procurar as chaves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Deixemo-nos de parvoíces, tomei uma decisão na minha vida, vou respeita-la! Enquanto não estiver de bem comigo mesmo, não vou entrar em mais joguinhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Desculpa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não tens que pedir desculpas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Quero ver-te sorrir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Vamos embora… Tomamos café um dia destes! Sábado à tarde, podes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Achas que vou estar tanto tempo à espera para te ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;– Depois falamos melhor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saio do carro, constrangido com toda esta situação…Melhor assim!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso, nem quero criar ilusões a ninguém! Bastou-me a mim criar uma ilusão em volta de uma realidade que afinal não passou de um sonho! Deixei que me tocassem no coração, atingiu-me a alma também, não tive cuidado e as impressões digitais ficaram bem vincadas! Preciso de tempo agora, preciso de aprender a viver de bem comigo mesmo, tenho que aprender a gostar mais de mim! Um dia, que não será tão próximo, quem sabe não indicarei eu próprio o local exacto onde lancei as chaves com que enclausurei o meu coração! Neste momento é de amigos ao meu lado que eu preciso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma vez morrendo de saudades … (tu sabes que é de te olhar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Bom dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Oi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Free Hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**segue abraço apertado**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm, Free Kisses? **gargalhada**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Beijo não dou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**cara de desanimo**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- mas se roubares prometo não dar queixa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-3057955709965495138?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3057955709965495138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3057955709965495138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3057955709965495138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3057955709965495138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/dilogos-not-necessarily-mine.html' title='Diálogos (not necessarily mine)'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/ReC9LbHLEGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QsPXwW16X4Y/s72-c/000621a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1228744566226970073</id><published>2007-02-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:36.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corrs - Forgiven Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rd2_WLHLEFI/AAAAAAAAADE/hre3WMAiYRI/s1600-h/034489f9bb9ac2aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rd2_WLHLEFI/AAAAAAAAADE/hre3WMAiYRI/s400/034489f9bb9ac2aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034390346130985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All Alone staring out watching her life going by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her days are grey and her nights are black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different shades of mundane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one eyed furry toy that lies upon the bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has often heard her cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heard her whisper out a name long forgiven, but not forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A bleeding heart torn apart left on an icy grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their room where they once lay face to face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could get in the way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the memories of a man are haunting her days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the craving never fades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still dreaming of a man long forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still alone staring on, wishing her life goodbye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she goes searching for the man long forgiven, not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;You're forgiven, not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;You're not forgotten&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/1936284254152301792-1228744566226970073?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1228744566226970073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1228744566226970073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1228744566226970073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1228744566226970073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/corrs-forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='The Corrs - Forgiven Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rd2_WLHLEFI/AAAAAAAAADE/hre3WMAiYRI/s72-c/034489f9bb9ac2aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-273404669637702500</id><published>2007-02-18T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:36.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rdi7ubBRhrI/AAAAAAAAACs/53JPVbRmsh8/s1600-h/Angel_by_Darkrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rdi7ubBRhrI/AAAAAAAAACs/53JPVbRmsh8/s400/Angel_by_Darkrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032978989788006066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rdi8O7BRhsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8zcJrmc3Mkc/s1600-h/My_Kind_of_Angel_no__3_by_Renilicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rdi8O7BRhsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8zcJrmc3Mkc/s400/My_Kind_of_Angel_no__3_by_Renilicious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032979548133754562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever angel &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they love you like we do &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll be proud to be like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be like you &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/1936284254152301792-273404669637702500?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/273404669637702500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=273404669637702500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/273404669637702500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/273404669637702500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/angels-on-earth.html' title='Angels on Earth'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rdi7ubBRhrI/AAAAAAAAACs/53JPVbRmsh8/s72-c/Angel_by_Darkrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7095763950220861936</id><published>2007-02-18T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:40:43.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Tango by Rain.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIGnY3Jt-V8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIGnY3Jt-V8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7095763950220861936?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7095763950220861936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7095763950220861936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7095763950220861936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7095763950220861936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad-tango-by-rain.html' title='A Sad Tango by Rain.... &lt;dances&gt;'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-9197400173295409469</id><published>2007-02-04T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:29:36.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long and thanks for all the fish ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; So long and thanks for all the fish&lt;br /&gt;So sad that it should come to this&lt;br /&gt;We tried to warn you all but oh dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not share our intellect&lt;br /&gt;Which might explain your disrespect&lt;br /&gt;For all the natural wonders that&lt;br /&gt;grow around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long and thanks&lt;br /&gt;for all the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's about to be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;There's no point getting all annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Lie back and let the planet dissolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite those nets of tuna fleets&lt;br /&gt;We thought that most of you were sweet&lt;br /&gt;Especially tiny tots and your&lt;br /&gt;pregnant women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long, so long, so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long, so long, so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long and thanks&lt;br /&gt;for all the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long and thanks for all the fish&lt;br /&gt;So sad that it should come to this&lt;br /&gt;We tried to warn you all but oh dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh dear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite those nets of tuna fleets&lt;br /&gt;We thought that most of you were sweet&lt;br /&gt;Especially tiny tots and your&lt;br /&gt;pregnant women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long, so long, so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long, so long, so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long and thanks&lt;br /&gt;for all the fish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-9197400173295409469?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/9197400173295409469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=9197400173295409469' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/9197400173295409469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/9197400173295409469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So long and thanks for all the fish ;)'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-394895840375857269</id><published>2007-02-04T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:37.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcZkMv-j03I/AAAAAAAAACg/i4sn_PgAFf4/s1600-h/beautiful+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcZkMv-j03I/AAAAAAAAACg/i4sn_PgAFf4/s400/beautiful+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027816204205806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes&lt;br /&gt;how do you measure, measure a year?&lt;br /&gt;In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes&lt;br /&gt;how do you measure a year in the life?&lt;br /&gt;How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of love.&lt;br /&gt;525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes&lt;br /&gt;how can you measure the life of a woman or man?&lt;br /&gt;In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.&lt;br /&gt;In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.&lt;br /&gt;It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends&lt;br /&gt;let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!&lt;br /&gt;Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;música da trilha sonora do filme RENT (título original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-394895840375857269?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/394895840375857269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=394895840375857269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/394895840375857269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/394895840375857269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/seasons-of-love.html' title='Seasons of Love'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcZkMv-j03I/AAAAAAAAACg/i4sn_PgAFf4/s72-c/beautiful+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7752244769977605785</id><published>2007-02-04T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:03:02.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Hail people!!!!! Ontem eu vi esse filme hilário, baseado no best-seller homonimo. Muito bom mesmo, agora quero ler o livro. Se você ainda não tem, compre já.&lt;br /&gt;        Aí você pergunta: "Por que eu deveria?"&lt;br /&gt;        A resposta é simples: porquê além de ser um sucesso, já substitui a Enciclopédia Galáxica por ser ligeiramente mais barato e principalmente: porque possui as palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;                                    DON'T PANIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;escritas em letras amigavelmente garrafais na capa ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dica pra quem pegar o DVD: Só ative o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gerador de improbabilidade finita&lt;/span&gt; ao termino do filme, onde seu funcionamento será devidamente explicado &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora de volta à normalidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e mais uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;                    SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH ;)&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/1936284254152301792-7752244769977605785?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7752244769977605785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7752244769977605785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7752244769977605785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7752244769977605785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/hitchikers-guide-to-galaxy.html' title='The Hitchiker&apos;s Guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-141201247649808344</id><published>2007-02-02T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:37.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Just Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkyP-j02I/AAAAAAAAACU/m07Ab2eEuSc/s1600-h/in_love_and_lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkyP-j02I/AAAAAAAAACU/m07Ab2eEuSc/s400/in_love_and_lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026972423520768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-141201247649808344?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/141201247649808344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=141201247649808344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/141201247649808344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/141201247649808344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-just-feelings.html' title='And Just Feelings...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkyP-j02I/AAAAAAAAACU/m07Ab2eEuSc/s72-c/in_love_and_lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1883179992303789377</id><published>2007-02-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkSP-j01I/AAAAAAAAACI/sn4kkWl0za0/s1600-h/_portrait_of_a_lonely_girl__by_shamelessidiocy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkSP-j01I/AAAAAAAAACI/sn4kkWl0za0/s400/_portrait_of_a_lonely_girl__by_shamelessidiocy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026971873764954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-1883179992303789377?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1883179992303789377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1883179992303789377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1883179992303789377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1883179992303789377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-feelings.html' title='Bad feelings'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNkSP-j01I/AAAAAAAAACI/sn4kkWl0za0/s72-c/_portrait_of_a_lonely_girl__by_shamelessidiocy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1390908313576778688</id><published>2007-02-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:37.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    O clima aqui tem melhorado, adoro esse tempo frio, muito melhor do que aquele sol escaldante com direito a insetos-chupadores-de-sangue....&lt;br /&gt;   Mas eu continuo na mesma. Tédio total. Preciso arrumar amigos que me arrastem pra rua, pra farra... preciso sair de casa... preciso....&lt;br /&gt;   Hoje eu fui cortar o cabelo, finalmente. Já estava virando uma juba. Devo dizer que foi uma experiência mais do que agradável ;) Só corto lá agora, heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;   Ao menos as aulas recomeçam na semana que vem e eu terei algo para me distrair. Mas não se preocupem, eu não vos abandonarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If someone said three years from now, You'd be long gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out, Cause they're all wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know better, Cause you said forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And ever, Who knew&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone said count your blessings now, 'fore they're long gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I just didn't know how, I was all wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They knew better, Still you said forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And ever, Who knew.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNjPf-j00I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NJa0zSLggrs/s1600-h/To_Be_Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNjPf-j00I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NJa0zSLggrs/s400/To_Be_Lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026970727008686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1936284254152301792-1390908313576778688?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1390908313576778688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1390908313576778688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1390908313576778688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1390908313576778688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/02/needings.html' title='Needings...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcNjPf-j00I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NJa0zSLggrs/s72-c/To_Be_Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5409622488370090235</id><published>2007-01-31T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:37.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;... is a place someone opens. I saw paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcEHEvecmTI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dqL5yJBhW8/s1600-h/The_eye__by_Chocksy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcEHEvecmTI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dqL5yJBhW8/s400/The_eye__by_Chocksy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026306437167225138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And heaven has its ways,&lt;br /&gt;When all will harmonise,&lt;br /&gt;And know what's in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;The dream will realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers,&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers,&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5409622488370090235?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5409622488370090235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5409622488370090235' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5409622488370090235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5409622488370090235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/paradise.html' title='Paradise...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RcEHEvecmTI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dqL5yJBhW8/s72-c/The_eye__by_Chocksy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4321695307458011483</id><published>2007-01-29T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:38.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rb6CQvecmSI/AAAAAAAAABk/myLkdOp2-dM/s1600-h/eclipse+of+my+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rb6CQvecmSI/AAAAAAAAABk/myLkdOp2-dM/s400/eclipse+of+my+heart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025597458325739810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what are you thinking at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes show nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than a dazed oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer, closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer, closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer, closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1936284254152301792-4321695307458011483?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4321695307458011483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4321695307458011483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4321695307458011483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4321695307458011483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rb6CQvecmSI/AAAAAAAAABk/myLkdOp2-dM/s72-c/eclipse+of+my+heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7502098085953372957</id><published>2007-01-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:38.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_awphtzueG3g/Rbv2CvecmRI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZYLxVE4Ryw0/s1600-h/Phantoms_Walk_at_Noon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rbv2CvecmRI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZYLxVE4Ryw0/s400/Phantoms_Walk_at_Noon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024880336226261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Everything Fades......&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/1936284254152301792-7502098085953372957?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7502098085953372957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7502098085953372957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7502098085953372957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7502098085953372957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-fades.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/Rbv2CvecmRI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZYLxVE4Ryw0/s72-c/Phantoms_Walk_at_Noon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-3067551317763085744</id><published>2007-01-21T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T14:54:16.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merchan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou oferecendo meus serviços na área de informática e vim usar o meu blogui (que é muito visitado -roll eyes-) para fazer um merchan: visitem &lt;a href="http://tyrnanog.cjb.net/"&gt;Fantasy Informática&lt;/a&gt; (tudo a ver, né? hehehehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**my eyes hurt**&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/1936284254152301792-3067551317763085744?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3067551317763085744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3067551317763085744' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3067551317763085744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3067551317763085744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/merchan.html' title='Merchan'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1004740029766846339</id><published>2007-01-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto</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/_awphtzueG3g/RakrfkMe2yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j9TKOo_uHbU/s1600-h/0002yrrb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RakrfkMe2yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j9TKOo_uHbU/s400/0002yrrb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019591080973097762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Surrupiei essa imagem de um outro blog ae...&lt;/span&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/1936284254152301792-1004740029766846339?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1004740029766846339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1004740029766846339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1004740029766846339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1004740029766846339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/sinto.html' title='Sinto'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RakrfkMe2yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j9TKOo_uHbU/s72-c/0002yrrb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7928776449877061909</id><published>2007-01-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:38.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RakqMEMe2xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2qkMgMT9iSs/s1600-h/0005rqy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RakqMEMe2xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2qkMgMT9iSs/s400/0005rqy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019589646454020882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foto é muito linda e faz a gente pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe inglês, ali no canto está escrito: "Lonely, not Alone".&lt;br /&gt;Ambos tem a mesma tradução (mais ou menos), mas têm diferentes significados:&lt;br /&gt;Alone significa ''só'', no sentido de não haver mais ninguém presente no recinto ou algo do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely é um só mais de solitário, quando você se sente só, não tem ninguém (como eu me sinto &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expliquei bem?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7928776449877061909?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7928776449877061909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7928776449877061909' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7928776449877061909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7928776449877061909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RakqMEMe2xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2qkMgMT9iSs/s72-c/0005rqy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5267191967625679730</id><published>2007-01-13T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:46:57.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 coisas que me irritam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Ser adicionado por gente que não conheço no orkut (by Iaiá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com ou sem scrap, pra mim dá na mesma. Eu fico imaginando a mesma situação numa festa: você nunca viu a pessoa na vida, ela pára na sua frente com um sorriso feliz e fica esperando você aceitá-la como amigo. O pior é que eu tenho um ímã pra gente estranha e/ou feia no orkut! Saaaaaaaaaaaaaiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço minha as vossas palávras. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Ser adicionado por gente que não conheço no MSN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo do item acima, a diferença é que além de aumentar minha lista (pq a curiosidade é tanta que eu acabo aceitando xD) a pessoa NUNCA fica online, é sempre OFF... ¬¬***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Ter que visitar um parente de 16º grau que eu nunca vi na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aqueles parentes que vem de longe, você nunca viu mais gordo(a) ou magro(a), mas um dia você sempre conhece? Aí vem a conversa:&lt;br /&gt; - Noooooossa, mas ele é a cara do (nome do pai ou da mãe)....&lt;br /&gt;E a pessoa vai conversando com você, enquanto você fica com um sorriso botox na cara balançando a cabeça e dizendo "aham" pra tudo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) JUNK MAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ser um saco, atrapalha a gente de ver nossas mensagens importantes. Meu email do yahoo, que ERA o principal tah com mais de 8000 mensagens não lidas, sendo que 97% é junk mail... ninguém merece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Ser solteiro / Ser Timido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu empate nessa (eu ia botar minha vida, mas mudei de idéia -.-). Eu sou solteiro desde que nasci xD~~ E o que mais me atrapalha nesse caso é minha timidez/introspecção que é muito grande e me causa inúmeros problemas e complicações... espero vencê-la um dia. Mas até lá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlw Iaiá ^^ Prometido e cumprido ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5267191967625679730?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5267191967625679730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5267191967625679730' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5267191967625679730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5267191967625679730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-coisas-que-me-irritam.html' title='5 coisas que me irritam'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5524025292692224580</id><published>2007-01-07T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:38.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jig-saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaF8ag1x8GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/71_OUCScYn0/s1600-h/jogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaF8ag1x8GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/71_OUCScYn0/s400/jogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017428254801391714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Provável-último-post-do-dia.... my head is like that jig-saw.... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, tinha um bucado de coisa em mente pra postar hoje mas isquici tudo T_T&lt;br /&gt;Iaiá, no próximo FDS eu posto as cinco coisas, prometo ^^'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1936284254152301792-5524025292692224580?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5524025292692224580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5524025292692224580' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5524025292692224580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5524025292692224580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/jig-saw.html' title='Jig-saw'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaF8ag1x8GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/71_OUCScYn0/s72-c/jogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7780245445219255926</id><published>2007-01-07T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:39.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magick, its everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaDPuQ1x8FI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-szIt4v1L90/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaDPuQ1x8FI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-szIt4v1L90/s400/livro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017238378592202834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mago demais  estraga a magia. Magia demais estraga o mago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7780245445219255926?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7780245445219255926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7780245445219255926' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7780245445219255926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7780245445219255926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/magick-its-everywhere.html' title='Magick, its everywhere'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RaDPuQ1x8FI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-szIt4v1L90/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-8798461404329550868</id><published>2007-01-07T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:36:21.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilkumen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Olá, estamos de volta após uma grande semana. Temos que admitir que foi uma grande temporada para os NICKS, que venceram de 70 a 54 no último jogo contra os SEAHAWKS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hahuahuaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Não reparem, são efeitos da minha medicação após uma possível virose que tive na sexta-feira. Pois é, passei o dia de cama, das 06:00 A.M até as 07:30 A.M do dia seguinte :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Pelo menos assisti uns filmes legais ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Dragon Tiger, que eu tava querendo ver há muito tempo, é lento, mas até legalzim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ElizabethTown, com Orlando Bloom e Kirsten Dunst. O Filme é lindo, perfecto ^w^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Life or Something Like It, com Angelina Jolie, passou na globo, é legal tb, mas ela ficou muito nada a ver com akele kblo loiro anêmico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje já estou me sentindo melhor, fora o tédio básico de FDS (incrivel esse clima que paira sobre os domingos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;E para minha amiga blogueira/conselheira: me desculpe fazê-la esperar uma semana para ler novos posts xP Devido a motivos financeiros (calote-não-intencional) eu perdi a BUNDA LARGA aqui em casa, ou seja, no more net 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Até daqui a pouco _o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-8798461404329550868?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/8798461404329550868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=8798461404329550868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8798461404329550868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8798461404329550868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/wilkumen.html' title='Wilkumen'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7595775125566090315</id><published>2007-01-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:36:55.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/itPKzM3l5t8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/itPKzM3l5t8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Esse anime é bonitinho e a música de abertura é legal, da mesma girl que canta o encerramento de Dragon Drive - Tatta hitotsu no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7595775125566090315?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7595775125566090315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7595775125566090315' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7595775125566090315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7595775125566090315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/esse-anime-bonitinho-e-msica-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5419697099763547725</id><published>2007-01-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:29:03.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo no mínimo diferente...</title><content type='html'>Hello again, mortal beings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, outro dia meu irmaum me mostrou uma conversa que ele estava tendo com uma amiga no EME-ESSE-ENE e ela tava contando pra ele uma história engraçada que aconteceu com ela, vou tentar transcrever aqui o que ainda me lembrar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;o irmão dela tava cozinhando um frango, e o frango tava ficando verde por causa do  tempero e  ele queria corante pra por no frango, e mandou ela ir comprar...&lt;br /&gt;diálogo:&lt;br /&gt;-anda, vai  lah comprar corante, diaba !&lt;br /&gt;-de jeito nenhum ! eu cabei de chegar do  supermercado !&lt;br /&gt;-anda, vai lah.... ou vc prefere comer frango verde ??&lt;br /&gt;-ahh  foda-se seu frango ! tem um último ovo na geladeira, eu vou fritar ele pra  mim....&lt;br /&gt;-deixa de nojo e vai !&lt;br /&gt;-eu não ! eu jah tenho meu ovo !&lt;br /&gt;-eu tenho dois e  quero o corante agora !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5419697099763547725?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5419697099763547725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5419697099763547725' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5419697099763547725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5419697099763547725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/dilogo-no-mnimo-diferente.html' title='Diálogo no mínimo diferente...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-2419559744999617038</id><published>2007-01-01T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T05:14:18.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantada</title><content type='html'>Alguém aí já assistiu ao filme "Derailed", com a Jennifer Aniston do ex-Friends... tem uma parte no filme em que o personagem principal está no bar com ela, e faz uma coisa que dá uma bela cantada ^^&lt;br /&gt;É o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão conversando e ele aposta com ela um dinheiro lá, dizendo que consegue beijá-la sem tocá-la. Ela aceita, e lá vai ele, dar um beijo na garota. Mas seus lábios se tocam, então ele perde a aposta, e fala: "Valeu cada centavo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei muito massa, será que tento isso um dia??? Sei naum, grana tah curta.. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-2419559744999617038?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/2419559744999617038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=2419559744999617038' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2419559744999617038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/2419559744999617038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/cantada.html' title='Cantada'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-8528577441594811390</id><published>2007-01-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T05:06:18.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more cry, no more cry</title><content type='html'>Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu assim? Quando parece que sua vida não vale nada, não passa de um vazio... você não tem ninguém, sua vida é um tédio, cada ano que passa parece apenas um enorme passo rumo à velhice e a obrigação de arrumar um trabalho, mesmo que seja um que você não goste, apenas para se sustentar em um país onde viver parece um castigo...&lt;br /&gt;Seus dias, seus finais de semana se resumem a ficar em casa entediado em frente a TV ou no computador fazendo algo que você não quer fazer, mas não tem muitas opções....&lt;br /&gt;Você até gosta de alguém, mas sua timidez idiota e um certo medo o impedem de se aproximar. Pelo menos você tenta fazer um movimento, uma aproximação, que não dá muito certo, but you can't blame a guy for trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já dizia Drew Barrymore, ''never been kissed''..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-8528577441594811390?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/8528577441594811390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=8528577441594811390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8528577441594811390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/8528577441594811390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-cry-no-more-cry.html' title='No more cry, no more cry'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7850364610950650756</id><published>2007-01-01T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:12:30.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrevivi</title><content type='html'>Pois é, enquanto &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Galahad&lt;/span&gt; treina suas &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt; com alguns &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;orcs&lt;/span&gt; nojentos e meus pais estão dormindo, eu estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Como foi a 'virada de ano'? Espero que tenha sido de vosso agrado. Quanto a minha festa, foi até interessante. Os parentes da família, por parte do meu pai, são até mais unidos do que os do lado da minha mãe, mesmo que eles estejam espalhados por aí. Eu achava que eles haviam se espalhado apenas pelo &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BraZil&lt;/span&gt;, mas ontem descobri que tem gente até na Austrália, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EUA&lt;/span&gt; e Equador O.O&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal era engraçado e a música foi do tipo raiz, e ficou por conta de um bando de velhos lá com violas, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;violões&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pandeiros&lt;/span&gt; e um tambor &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;    Conheci uma tia-avó (acho, nunca entendi direito essa coisa...) muito legal. Ela mora na Austrália com o meu tio-avô, disse que lá é &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mto&lt;/span&gt; bom, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mto&lt;/span&gt; lindo e quer me ajudar a ir para lá com eles, como estudante ^^ Já imaginou se der certo? Eu, na Austrália, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. De qualquer forma ela ficou de passar aqui hoje com minha avó para conversarmos mais...&lt;br /&gt;    Fora isso, minha cabeça não parava de doer a noite inteira, tive que aturar um bando de bêbados &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;insuportaveis&lt;/span&gt; (incluindo meu tio que nos trouxe (de carro o.O) e meu pai...) e o pessoal enrolou para ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;    Pelo menos teve momento &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cômico&lt;/span&gt; (antes da festa), meu irmão combinou com alguns amigos de se encontrarem na avenida, uma amiga nossa ia junto, mas estava passando mal, esperava melhorar até lá. Então, meu irmão se apruma todo, não aguenta esperar até o momento combinado e sai uns 20 minutos mais cedo. Daqui a pouco tocam a campainha, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Maíra&lt;/span&gt;, soltando fogo pelas &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ventas&lt;/span&gt; com um olhar desesperado me olha e diz: "Seu irmão não foi ainda não, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para um lado, depois para o outro... "Digo, não digo...", estava com medo das consequências.... mas acabei dizendo, ela ligou pra ele, xingou, resolveram e tudo ficou bem ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora deixa eu ir &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; acho que a água do café já ferveu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizem os franceses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;... _o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7850364610950650756?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7850364610950650756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7850364610950650756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7850364610950650756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7850364610950650756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2007/01/sobrevivi.html' title='Sobrevivi'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-3348730253045461780</id><published>2006-12-31T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:36:53.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Último Post do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Nossa, que clichê, só pq é véspera de ano novo o povo só fala nisso, credo... baum, to saindo, amanhã eu volto, em 2007, e posto algo que preste aqui contando como passei minha noite/madrugada entediado em meio a pessoas que desconheço e música que detesto. Boa noite, vocês são ótimos. Até o ano que vem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-3348730253045461780?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3348730253045461780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3348730253045461780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3348730253045461780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3348730253045461780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/ltimo-post-do-ano.html' title='Último Post do Ano'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-3244978008093516220</id><published>2006-12-31T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:52:25.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual Estereótipo do "Ensino Médio" você é????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/q1.php" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://onnachance.com/quiz/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/q1.php" target="new"&gt;What High School Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-3244978008093516220?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3244978008093516220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3244978008093516220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3244978008093516220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3244978008093516220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/qual-esteretipo-do-ensino-mdio-voc.html' title='Qual Estereótipo do &quot;Ensino Médio&quot; você é????'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4731859185959249186</id><published>2006-12-30T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:51:23.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;O que desejei às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Diante do teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Diante da tua boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que choro de pena&lt;br /&gt;Medindo aquela ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Pela de hoje - que é tão pouca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pouca que nem existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo quanto nós fomos,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que sou triste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;António Botto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4731859185959249186?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4731859185959249186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4731859185959249186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4731859185959249186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4731859185959249186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/tt.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-5422537415377616946</id><published>2006-12-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:11:28.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, the world is winning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause its me against the world (oh what a stupid day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea its me against the world (just stay out of my way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and in case you havent know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and in case you havent heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its just me against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the world is winning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;É isso ae, saco de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hoje eu fui ao cinema (sozinho, pra variar -.-) assistir ERAGON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Pelo menos o filme compensou, é ótimo, muito legal, os efeitos e tudo e eu saí de lá fervilhando de idéias pro meu livro (não, não plagiei nada ¬¬*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Quando o filme acabou, o shopping tava fervilhando de gente, pareciam um monte de formiga... vamos as estatísticas: 97% casal, 2,9% grupo de amigos, 0,1% singles (solteiros ou pessoas desacompanhadas).&lt;br /&gt;A(s) pessoa(s) que eu chamei pra ir ver o filme comigo: ou não quiseram ir &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;cough&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou não consegui mais entrar em contato... -.-&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu fui na casa de minha tia, uma rua acima (mais ou menos) da minha pegar umas ''ervas'' pra minha mãe e acabei encontrando um amigo quando voltava, hehehe, mundinho pequeno??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou me deprimir ouvindo THE CORRS enquanto como bolo de chocolate com guaraná e assisto algum dos filmes que meu pai alugou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya ne...&lt;br /&gt;_o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-5422537415377616946?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/5422537415377616946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=5422537415377616946' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5422537415377616946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/5422537415377616946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-world-is-winning.html' title='Yeah, the world is winning'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4015158977303429536</id><published>2006-12-27T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:50:05.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual de Pintura e Caligrafia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Observo-me a escrever como nunca me observei a pintar e descubro o que há de fascinante neste ato: na pintura, vem sempre o momento em que o quadro não suporta nem mais uma pincelada (mau ou bom, ela irá torná-lo pior), ao passo que estas linhas prolongam-se infinitamente, alinhando parcelas de uma soma que nunca será começada, mas que é, nesse alinhamento, já trabalho perfeito, já obra definitiva porque conhecida. É sobretudo a idéia do prolongamento infinito que me fascina. Poderei escrever sempre, até o fim da vida, ao passo que os quadros, fechados em si mesmos, repelem, são eles próprios isolados na sua pele, autoritários, e, também eles, insolentes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- José Saramago&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/1936284254152301792-4015158977303429536?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4015158977303429536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4015158977303429536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4015158977303429536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4015158977303429536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/manual-de-pintura-e-caigrafia.html' title='Manual de Pintura e Caligrafia'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-3810529677312865348</id><published>2006-12-24T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:39.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RY7fBPyBjMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiOjOuRSBSo/s1600-h/bikio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RY7fBPyBjMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiOjOuRSBSo/s320/bikio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012188647819152578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Eu tive problemas técnicos com meu outro blog e não pude dar continuidade, mas prometo que não abandonarei Tyrnanog, mesmo que esse reino se torne esquecido pela mente dos (i)mortais eu permanecerei sempre aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Into the rhythm of the drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dancing in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And look arround the magical Faeries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Old green dwarves and red mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Try to believe and understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There´s nothing you can do, believe: it´s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A river of wine refresh your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Calling us to rock our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Into the rhythm of the drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dancing in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And look arround the magical Faeries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Old green dwarves and red mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Believe: it´s true! Believe: it´s true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Old green dwarves and red mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Even you still laughing at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You think that I´m the Foll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The fool is you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I can tell: I leave my words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There´s nothing you can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Believe: it´s true!&lt;/span&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/1936284254152301792-3810529677312865348?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/3810529677312865348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=3810529677312865348' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3810529677312865348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/3810529677312865348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-tive-problemas-tcnicos-com-meu-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awphtzueG3g/RY7fBPyBjMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiOjOuRSBSo/s72-c/bikio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-7361192507121516026</id><published>2006-12-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:49:59.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Ga Ai Deshou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desde que te vi pela primeira vez, não consigo parar de pensar em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mal consigo dormir, e quando sou levado para o mundo dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;é teu rosto que me embala e me faz sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo que me deixas feliz,&lt;br /&gt;me traz um sentimento que não consigo controlar,&lt;br /&gt;penso em ti e é apenas o que faço...&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, imploro-lhe, mande-me um sinal,&lt;br /&gt;um olhar, uma piscadela, um convite,&lt;br /&gt;um de seus belos sorrisos que iluminam todo o lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas você pode me tirar desse temor que me encontro e me transportar para&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade de estar ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou gostando de alguém, alguém muito especial que encanta com seu sorriso, sua beleza e seu jeitinho carismático. Espero que dê certo, pelo menos uma vez, ao menos para eu saber o que é felicidade.... a felicidade de estar amando.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-7361192507121516026?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/7361192507121516026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=7361192507121516026' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7361192507121516026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/7361192507121516026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/sore-ga-ai-deshou.html' title='Sore Ga Ai Deshou'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-4489204871276916716</id><published>2006-12-24T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:54:40.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiroprático</title><content type='html'>É disso que vou precisar quando sair daqui amanhã xD&lt;br /&gt;Por motivos que prefiro naum citar... estou tendo que voltar a velha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DIAL-UP&lt;/span&gt; e para isso o PC tem que ficar no quarto da minha matriarca ¬¬ A cadeira além de ficar sequestrando minha calça toda vez que tento me levantar, causa um sério problema de dor lombar -.-&lt;br /&gt;Baum, pra piorar tudo, como se tarde/fim-de-tarde de domingo já não fosse deprimente o bastante, ainda juntou o fato de hoje ser véspera de natal (merry xmas, by the way) e piorou tudo (com direito a meu pai vendo "E o vento levou..." aqui na sala ao lado).&lt;br /&gt;Também estou me segurando a uma minúscula gota de esperança de receber uma resposta de um certo alguém no orkut, é apenas isso que me mantém nesse estado que muitos chamam de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por favor, apareça logo e me tire daqui &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-4489204871276916716?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/4489204871276916716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=4489204871276916716' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4489204871276916716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/4489204871276916716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiroprtico.html' title='Quiroprático'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1936284254152301792.post-1158415043589862227</id><published>2006-12-24T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:44:47.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains Raise</title><content type='html'>- Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isso está ligado?&lt;br /&gt;- Um minuto de sua atenção por favor... estamos reunidos aqui nessa monótona tarde de domingo, véspera de natal, para presenciarmos o nascimento de Tyrnanog, mais uma tentativa ridícula de um blog pelo mestre Ookami-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;aplausos&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, fiquem a vontade, comam, bebam e acima de tudo, tentem (e muito) se divertir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;curtains&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1936284254152301792-1158415043589862227?l=tyrnanog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/feeds/1158415043589862227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1936284254152301792&amp;postID=1158415043589862227' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1158415043589862227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1936284254152301792/posts/default/1158415043589862227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyrnanog.blogspot.com/2006/12/curtains-raise.html' title='Curtains Raise'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161544430243304532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
