<?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-3770147</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:59:03.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...: ignorância absurda :...</title><subtitle type='html'>a little to ironic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gi</name><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>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-110867917189540990</id><published>2005-02-17T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:26:11.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vou estudar um pouco na USP!!Já volto, zentchi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/110867917189540990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=110867917189540990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/110867917189540990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/110867917189540990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2005/02/vou-estudar-um-pouco-na-usp-j-volto.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-109167346618969874</id><published>2004-08-04T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:37:46.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em dezembro do ano passado quando toda quinta-feira era dia de ir pro Capibar (bar que só toca reggae) com as meninas, eu já tinha a completa noção de que  não gostava desse estilo musical; mas meus queridos ...Esse ano - sexta-feira passada pra ser exata- eu descobri que eu repudio REGGAE. Odeio com todas as minhas forças.A música e todos as pessoas de pé preto com unha encardida que dançam e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/109167346618969874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=109167346618969874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/109167346618969874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/109167346618969874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/08/em-dezembro-do-ano-passado-quando-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108916041788035780</id><published>2004-07-06T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:33:37.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não sei se vocês sabem, mas a tendência  de uma aluna de terceiro colegial que está realmente estudando para o vestibular é a ficar uma perfeita BARANGA.Em seis meses de aula, eu consegui esquecer que tenho uma vida social e certas práticas higiênicas femininas a cumprir.Enclausurei-me dentro de casa e nas salas de aula. Estudei HARD. Como nunca. Mais que em toda a minha vida escolar. E quando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108916041788035780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108916041788035780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108916041788035780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108916041788035780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-sei-se-vocs-sabem-mas-tendncia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-10874250345370409</id><published>2004-06-16T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:30:34.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU NÃO TENHO MAIS UM MÍSERO REAL E QUERO SABER QUEM É QUE É QUE É QUE É QUE É QUE É QUE VAI ME DAR O LIVRO 'A DITADURA ENCURRALADA' DO ELIO GASPARI.E VAMO LOGO HEIN, NEGADA.AQUI NA RUA SANTA CRUZ, Ó.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/10874250345370409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=10874250345370409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/10874250345370409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/10874250345370409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/06/eu-no-tenho-mais-um-msero-real-e-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108674182338749148</id><published>2004-06-08T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:43:43.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E nos tempos das vacas magras ...planaria diz:quer morar comigo o ano que vem?quer morar comigo o ano que vem?planaria diz:voce paga o aluguelplanaria diz:e eu limpo a casaplanaria diz:e faço comidaplanaria diz:IUEHIEHEIHEIEplanaria diz:lavo sua calcinha de corrimentoplanaria diz:e deixa a manchada de menstruaçao de molho.tammyzona diz:hueeeeeplanaria diz:quando estiver calor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108674182338749148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108674182338749148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108674182338749148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108674182338749148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/06/e-nos-tempos-das-vacas-magras.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108620891946986039</id><published>2004-06-02T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T17:41:59.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E ao invés de estudar , sabe o que eu vou fazer hoje?Tomar mais um litro de café e ver o jogo no Brasil bem deitadona.Parafraseando tai (link aí do lado), homem que acha que mulher não gosta de futebol pra mim é viado.HA.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108620891946986039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108620891946986039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108620891946986039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108620891946986039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/06/e-ao-invs-de-estudar-sabe-o-que-eu-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108571141175439199</id><published>2004-05-27T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:30:11.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um período de turbulência está por vir ...Preparem-se ...Não é a chegada do filme " O dia depois de amanhã", mas sim as futuras novas medidas de Lula ...-Cotas nas Universidades para analfabetos.(é só isso que está faltando)+_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108571141175439199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108571141175439199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108571141175439199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108571141175439199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/05/um-perodo-de-turbulncia-est-por-vir.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108492727307364351</id><published>2004-05-18T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:41:13.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> É Gi de que? De Giovana?- Oi, giovana.-Giovana, me responda por favor.- Gi! Gi! Gi-o-va-na.Eu juro que não queria chamar Gisele ( sou contra o uso do "me" antes do verbo chamar, porque afinal não fui eu quem me chamou e nem quem me chama desse nome).É um nominho muito dos ordinários.Nome de mulher tem que terminar com "a".Camilla, Natasha, Maura, Claudia, Diana, Tainá, Grampola, etc. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108492727307364351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108492727307364351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108492727307364351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108492727307364351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/05/gi-de-que-de-giovana-oi-giovana.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108432118082725191</id><published>2004-05-11T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:19:40.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui obrigada a renegar a mim mesma quando li meus posts antigos.Minha época de 1º colegial foi negra e nojenta.Eu escrevia coisas bestas e achava que amava muito. Não que agora eu seja a Clarice Lispector no quesito 'escrever' e Jesus no 'amar', mas é que realmente meus textinhos eram muito mais grotescos que os de hoje.E andam dizendo por aí que a tendência é a piorar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108432118082725191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108432118082725191' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108432118082725191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108432118082725191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/05/fui-obrigada-renegar-mim-mesma-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-10843183247460902</id><published>2004-05-11T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T20:44:06.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu namorado e eu somos muito legais.Nós fazemos tratos cordiais aos finais de semana quando ele vem pra cá e não tem nada pra fazer.No sábado ele concorda em ver "Roubando Vidas" no cinema comigo e ficar me dizendo de cinco em cinco minutos se estou vesga ou não com os sustos que levei¹.No domingo, eu me submeto a ver Van Helsing com ele e quase vomitar de tantas voltas que a tela dá.A gente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/10843183247460902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=10843183247460902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/10843183247460902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/10843183247460902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/05/meu-namorado-e-eu-somos-muito-legais.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108233229141172433</id><published>2004-04-18T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:55:27.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É só eu sair no sábado a noite pra beber que ... Pronto!No domingo eu me transformo num molusco gosmento e preguiçoso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108233229141172433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108233229141172433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108233229141172433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108233229141172433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/04/s-eu-sair-no-sbado-noite-pra-beber-que.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108129357461422108</id><published>2004-04-06T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:23:14.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"De fato a adolescência é a fase louca da vida. Só nesta fase da vida eu, adolescente, posso ser louco, e posso justamente porque sou adolescente. Por isso a sociedade aceita minha loucura. Depois, bem, depois eu sou obrigado a ser adulto. E se eu não quero ser adulto? A solução é a loucura ou o suicídio, e um dos melhores suicídios é o acidente de trânsito."ha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108129357461422108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108129357461422108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108129357461422108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108129357461422108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/04/de-fato-adolescncia-fase-louca-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-108009135069509212</id><published>2004-03-23T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:25:52.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu estava achando tudo muito engraçado na parte da manhã, quando li na Folha de São Paulo, uma declaração do ministro José Dirceu dizendo que jornalistas são mau educados e sem caráter, porém comecei a me preocupar e balançar as pernas quando, no mesmo dia  na parte da tarde, li na revista Caros Amigos um funcionário do governo dizendo: "Posso não ser honesto, mas sou aplicado"Valha-me Deus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/108009135069509212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=108009135069509212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108009135069509212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/108009135069509212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/03/eu-estava-achando-tudo-muito-engraado.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-107895694866524204</id><published>2004-03-10T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T19:18:53.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOLTEI .        Ass: PEPINO, O BREVE.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-107706434319981847</id><published>2004-02-17T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:34:58.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Durante toda minha adolescência (agora eu sou uma adulta de 17 anos, jwgg) eu paquerei aquele vestidinho jeans até o joelho de manga três quatros e golinha de camisa.Hoje, na rua, vi uma menina que exibia em seu corpo de 1,80 e uns 30 kg, o modelito.Obra grega, como não poderia deixar de ser.Parei um pouco pra pensar ...Ainda bem que nunca comprei/usei um desses.Não deve ficar nada elegante </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107706434319981847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=107706434319981847' 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esses dentoes&lt;@naxata&gt; e eu nao te mando arrancar.&lt;@gi&gt; HAHAHAAHA&lt;@gi&gt; nossa&lt;@gi&gt; enfartei.a natasha é bem branca, mas tem um humor mais escuro que São Miguel inteiro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107706271737803005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=107706271737803005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107706271737803005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107706271737803005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/02/mas-sei-la-capaz-que-abrace-para-de.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-107602485194420630</id><published>2004-02-05T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:49:51.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não existe vida no terceiro ano do ensino médio.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107602485194420630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=107602485194420630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107602485194420630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107602485194420630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-existe-vida-no-terceiro-ano-do.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-107430160411071595</id><published>2004-01-16T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:08:37.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu sou retardada.Quando estou sozinha em casa e não tenho com quem me comunicar fico lembrando de coisas bestas.Hoje foi a vez de uma música da Xuxa.- VOCÊ ME FAZ SONHAR, QUERO COM VOCÊ FICAR, HEY MICKEY! HEY MICKEY!É péssima, eu sei ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107430160411071595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=107430160411071595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107430160411071595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107430160411071595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/01/eu-sou-retardada.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-107417646223678777</id><published>2004-01-15T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T11:22:53.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu abandonei isso por um tempo.Abandonei porque como viram no último post (agora, no penúltimo), eu fui pro Recife conhecer duas garotas com as quais eu falava na internet.Isso. Pensem : " QUE LOUCA VOCÊ É, E SE FOSSE ALGUM TRAFICANTE DE ORGAO ARMANDO UMA ARAPUCA?".Passei 20 dias naquele lugar.E nunca me diverti tanto. E amei aquelas duas.Acho que um pouco das traquinagens vocês puderam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107417646223678777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=107417646223678777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107417646223678777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/107417646223678777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2004/01/eu-abandonei-isso-por-um-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-107085939918768634</id><published>2003-12-08T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:57:39.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sao tres horas da manha, eu estou ouvindo "essa é a dança dos bichos, palma pata pé pé pé " da Eliane, comendo kibe de frango queimado, menstruando feito um jaboti e vomitando ansiedade.Fiz minha mala cerca de 3 vezes.Peguei minha frasqueirinha de remédios e deixei do lado da cama pra nao esquecer.Daqui 4 hrs tenho que levantar pra fazer as patas.Minhas pernas estão balançando para la e para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/107085939918768634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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                      25.65 248-Geografia                  10.74 252-História                     13.21 256-Letras                       9.04 442-Medicina                   35.43  254-Jornalismo        47.72 FODEU.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106951364979021365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106951364979021365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106951364979021365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106951364979021365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/11/fuvest-2004-curso-relaao-candidatovaga.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106921337277824973</id><published>2003-11-19T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:46:56.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabe ...Eu nao sei quando vou voltar a escrever nesses blog, nem se vou voltar.Fim de ano, principalmente pra estudante, é sanguinario.Requer tempo, paciencia (muita) e alguns barris de cerveja aos finais de semana.Felizmente, mesmo com toda essa correria causada pela chegada do mês de dezembro, ainda tenho alguns minutinhos diarios para dar uma olhadinha nos blogs que prestam.Hoje fui </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106921337277824973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106921337277824973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106921337277824973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106921337277824973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/11/sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106789832570412033</id><published>2003-11-03T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:25:40.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma intensa onda de stress me acomete.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-106735669978822094</id><published>2003-10-28T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:58:25.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terça-feira ...Um tanto quanto tarde e até massante falar de final de semana hoje, mas acontece que estou estressada,logo, preciso escrever.O show do Kid Abelha foi otimo.Serio.Nao ha nada melhor do que prestigiar a banda que voce ama, sobria, tranquila ...O unico incoveniente foi o calor (infernal), porque do resto ...Na saida, encontramos o kbrito, pig e o logan (que eu nao via ha seculos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106735669978822094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106735669978822094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106735669978822094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106735669978822094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/tera-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106712741919273653</id><published>2003-10-25T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:17:02.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de um lixo de um show do Sugar Kane, nada melhor que um Kid Abelha :~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-106701527887559323</id><published>2003-10-24T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T14:08:00.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O grupo composto por cinco finalistas já está formado desde 12 de julho e foi revelado no sábado (18), durante o programa. A primeira apresentação "pública" aconteceu no dia seguinte, no "Domingo Legal", de Gugu.A segunda edição de "Popstars" começou em maio deste ano, com 5,4 mil candidatos inscritos, e teve 11 etapas eliminatórias.Depois de vender mais de 1 milhão de cópias do disco do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106701527887559323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106701527887559323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106701527887559323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106701527887559323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/o-grupo-composto-por-cinco-finalistas.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106695192909495309</id><published>2003-10-23T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:32:08.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" ... at the point where nothing makes you happythese days seem darker than they've ever been beforehere it comes again, that old familiar feelingget sick and leave your troubles on the floor ..." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106695192909495309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106695192909495309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106695192909495309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106695192909495309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106685876196264020</id><published>2003-10-22T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:39:21.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caralho.Eu tinha certeza que tanto o Danny de "Pearl Harbor" (o amigo filho da puta que fila a mulher do outro) quanto  o sargento Matt Eversmann de "Falcao negro em perigo" eram interpretados pelo ator Matt Damon.E nao sao.Acho que é por isso que algumas pessoas riam quando eu falava que preferia o Ben Afleck à ele.Ainda bem que é o Josh Hartnett (muito .. eam .. legal, por sinal)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106685876196264020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106685876196264020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106685876196264020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106685876196264020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/caralho.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106669530446529093</id><published>2003-10-20T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:15:04.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É de saber popular que é tosco ficar enchendo o blog com letra de músicas, mas ao escrever um email hoje, nao pude hesitar ...The moment I wake upBefore I put on my makeupI say a little prayer for youWhile combing my hair, now,And wondering what dress to wear, now,I say a little prayer for youForever, forever, you'll stay in my heartAnd I will love youForever, forever, we never will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106669530446529093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106669530446529093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106669530446529093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106669530446529093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/de-saber-popular-que-tosco-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106668076120611777</id><published>2003-10-20T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:12:41.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para quem gosta de relacionar fatos e não apenas assistir a um filme coçando a bunda, uma boa dica é "Frida".Retrata a época da Revolução Russa, quando Trotsky,  foi exilado no México, onde se passa o drama.O único incoveniente é ver a grotesca cena do velho bolchevique fodendo com a artista mexicana deficiente +_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106668076120611777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106668076120611777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106668076120611777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106668076120611777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/para-quem-gosta-de-relacionar-fatos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106654392489645826</id><published>2003-10-19T03:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T03:12:04.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu e tam, papeando na madrugada:-FUI ENGANADA, PAGUEI DOIS REAIS NESSA BUSSETE (com e no final mesmo viu, gente?),DIZ QUE BRILHA NO ESCURO, RABISQUEI A CASA TODA E NAO BRILHA PORRA NENHUMA.-Tambem, Tammy ... Voce vai  na loja de R$1,99, compra esse giz podre e ainda quer reclamar da veracidade do anuncio?-AH, PUTA QUE PARIU. TAVA ESCRITO QUE BRILHAVA QUANDO ESCREVIA. ERA SOH DEIXAR NO SOL, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106654392489645826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106654392489645826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106654392489645826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106654392489645826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/eu-e-tam-papeando-na-madrugada-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106654207064949287</id><published>2003-10-19T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T02:42:18.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por que quando voce consegue lamber sua propria teta, todo mundo te olha com cara estranha?VOCES NAO LAVAM O SEXO NA HORA DO BANHO?QUAL EH O PROBLEMA EM EU BOTAR A  MINHA  BOCA NA  MINHA  TETA?Oras.Eu, tam e natasha conseguimos essa façanha e sempre tem umas escrotas e escrotos que ficam olhando torto.Todo mundo devia ser feliz lambendo seus peitos.Adios.Obs: Tive que arrancar a tammy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106654207064949287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106654207064949287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106654207064949287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106654207064949287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/por-que-quando-voce-consegue-lamber.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106652446033859480</id><published>2003-10-18T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:47:39.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom Baile do Hawai para os limeirenses.Eu prefiro um boteco +_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106652446033859480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106652446033859480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106652446033859480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106652446033859480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/bom-baile-do-hawai-para-os-limeirenses.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106651030766994734</id><published>2003-10-18T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:53:22.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem tiver esse celular e quiser ficar paranoico durante 3 dias, eh soh colocar a opçao DIZZY como toque +_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106651030766994734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106651030766994734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106651030766994734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106651030766994734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/quem-tiver-esse-celular-e-quiser-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106650258660839186</id><published>2003-10-18T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T15:43:06.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um programa de televisao com carater teatral nao poderia surtir outro efeito senao o do RIDICULO.Nao acredito que tiraram os hilarios Ruy e Vani da serie "Os Normais", exibida às sextas-feiras e os substituíram por quatro (ou cinco, sei la) marmanjos pateticos que compoem a nova serie " Sexo Fragil".Isso so vai contribuir para minha futura cirrose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-106643623669943756</id><published>2003-10-17T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:22:54.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>naxata&gt; VAUM SAIR, BUCETTE.gi&gt;OINCgi&gt; que tem pa fazer?naxata&gt; MONTANHA (ROSE)naxata&gt; jflkdfjnaxata&gt; sei lanaxata&gt; nadanaxata&gt; +_+gi&gt; KHGWEgi&gt; montanha?gi&gt; mas s? se for pra ser expulsa do palcogi&gt; de novogi&gt; numa tentativa frustradagi&gt; de dançargi&gt; MAO NA XOXOTAgi&gt; a trêsgi&gt; e é clarogi&gt; fazer amizadegi&gt;com outra prostitutagi&gt; e outro velhonaxata&gt; dormem aqui vocesnaxata&gt; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106643623669943756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106643623669943756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106643623669943756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106643623669943756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/naxata-vaum-sair-bucette.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106606418266598037</id><published>2003-10-13T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:56:22.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca imaginei que um dia, no auge de meus dezesseis anos, pouco antes dos dezessete, idade mental um pouco abaixo disso, eu pudesse ficar paranoica e viciada nessa musica ...O Buraco do Espelho - Arnaldo Antunes o buraco do espelho está fechado agora eu tenho que ficar aqui com um olho aberto, outro acordado no lado de lá onde eu caí  pro lado de cá não tem acesso mesmo que me chamem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106606418266598037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106606418266598037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106606418266598037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106606418266598037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/nunca-imaginei-que-um-dia-no-auge-de.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106601067450269420</id><published>2003-10-12T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:04:34.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando tratamos de  filme,  pertenço a ala das pessoas que ou vao ao cinema logo na primeira semana de estreia (preferencialmente na segunda-feira em horario de almoço: um dia esdruxulo com um horario esdruxulo nos da a certeza de que nao trombaremos com os engraçadinhos que assobiam quando veem mulheres semi-nuas na tela ou fazem barulhos  continuos de embalagens de pipoca, chocolate, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106601067450269420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106601067450269420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106601067450269420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106601067450269420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/quando-tratamos-de-filme-perteno-ala.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106564740708348304</id><published>2003-10-08T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T18:10:07.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu preciso ser retardada pelo menos uma vez por mes (cof)As nossas aulas no Colegio Portal de Limeira sao taaao ....Sabe?Tao legais, que a nossa maior diversao é perturbar o nosso ...Ah, voces já sabem ...Com as maos, sabe?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106564740708348304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106564740708348304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106564740708348304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106564740708348304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/eu-preciso-ser-retardada-pelo-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106554857179098535</id><published>2003-10-07T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T14:42:51.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*** gi loves ...Nunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada.Todos os meus conhecidos têm sido campeões em tudo. E eu, tantas vezes reles, tantas vezes porco, tantas vezes vil,Eu tantas vezes irrespondivelmente parasita,Indesculpavelmente sujo,Eu, que tantas vezes não tenho tido paciência para tomar banho,Eu, que tantas vezes tenho sido ridículo, absurdo,Que tenho enrolado os pés </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106554857179098535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106554857179098535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106554857179098535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106554857179098535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/10/gi-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106496413672524682</id><published>2003-09-30T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:40:31.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Trimmmmmm (eu sou boa mesmo em onomatopéias)-Alô.-Oi, rice.-Oi, tam.-Como chama o cara que a tai gosta mesmo, de São Paulo lá?-Renato?-É?-É.- Hm, ta bom. "brigada", tial.- Tial +_+Pausa para o momento histerico do dia: SEU METIL NO MEU BUTIL COM  O PROPIL DA PUTA QUE PARIU Obrigada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106496413672524682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106496413672524682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106496413672524682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106496413672524682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/09/trimmmmmm-eu-sou-boa-mesmo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106488883856214000</id><published>2003-09-29T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:27:18.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>consumaçao dos tempos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106488883856214000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106488883856214000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106488883856214000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106488883856214000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/09/consumaao-dos-tempos.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106444483504994785</id><published>2003-09-24T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T20:07:15.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Fitou-as durante alguns segundos .Seus olhos transbordaram e rapidamente pode sentir o salgado das lagrimas descendo por seus labios ....O coração apertou, apertou, apertou ...E quando ja doia de tao comprimido, lamentou o fato de suas melhores amigas se recusarem a fazer as unhas de seus pes ... ps: din, parabéns, gatona!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106444483504994785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106444483504994785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106444483504994785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106444483504994785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/09/fitou-as-durante-alguns-segundos.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106437087743970478</id><published>2003-09-23T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:34:37.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essas crises de adolescentezinhas 'revoltz' que vêm cair justo nesse bloguinho feio me dão sono ...Mas pensando bem, são ótimas pra aliviar o stress da semana de provas e bem mais divertidas que Cinética Química.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106437087743970478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106437087743970478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106437087743970478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106437087743970478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/09/essas-crises-de-adolescentezinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106304317311139882</id><published>2003-09-08T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T14:46:23.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> TEMPORARIAMENTE FORA DE SERVICO eu nao tenho mais internet, nao posto mais aqui, e nao fico de bate-papo em irc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106304317311139882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106304317311139882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106304317311139882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106304317311139882'/><link 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106186513347208668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106186513347208668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106186513347208668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/pra-qu-estudar-na-semana-de-provas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106158065457582680</id><published>2003-08-22T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T16:30:54.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou brutalmente cansada, com olheiras e dores nas costas.São exatamente 16:27 da tarde e estou com a bunda pregada numa cadeira da escola.Agora eu vou lá correndo  liberar o stress socando aquele instrumento de fanfarra.+_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106158065457582680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106158065457582680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106158065457582680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106158065457582680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/estou-brutalmente-cansada-com-olheiras.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106152097987536169</id><published>2003-08-21T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T00:27:22.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> give me attention every day and every night ... Hoje eh aniversario do panque.Daqui a pouco nao eh mais, ai eu vou poder maltrata-lo, porque afinal, a gente so trata bem as pessoas no dia em que ela faz anos. :)Bem ... Como eu estava bem humorada resolvi fazer um ensaio de fotos bem zoadas para ele (creditos vao para natasha) e mandar por email.Eu sei que ele odiou, pelo sorrisinho amarelo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106152097987536169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106152097987536169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106152097987536169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106152097987536169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/give-me-attention-every-day-and-every.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106151244676407442</id><published>2003-08-21T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:34:48.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[21:18] flower_power: oieee, comi umas 8 esfirras[21:19] gi: nossa![21:19] gi: o[21:19] gi: acabei de receber uma mensagem assim no celular.[21:19] flower_power: hm...[21:19] gi: 'oi, gi, voce me odeia? um beijo[21:19] gi: adivinha de quem?[21:19] flower_power: minha?[21:23] gi: SUA NAO NEH OTARIA!!!![21:23] gi: BEKWLBHK?RG[21:23] gi: HAHAHAE por isso que eu amo essa cabaça.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106151244676407442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106151244676407442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106151244676407442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106151244676407442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/2118-flowerpower-oieee-comi-umas-8.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106131155644925325</id><published>2003-08-19T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:58:55.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAE, PORRA.Lembram das fotos que nao saiam de jeito maneira aqui?Acho que consegui arrumar.+_+ps: reparem na minha cara de merda em todas as fotos.ps²: benito, pode falar que eu to 'nojentando' nas fotos ae. :)Essa é pra ilustrar o post abaixo +_+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106131155644925325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106131155644925325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106131155644925325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106131155644925325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/dae-porra.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106116782785365147</id><published>2003-08-17T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T21:50:27.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eh foda voce tatuar algo em seu corpo que vai alem da capacidade de percepçao de alguns imbecis.Voce vai aguentar eternamente piadinhas sem graça e entediantes dos mesmos imbecis.Desde que resolvi fazer a maldita figura polemica, fui vitima de mais de 545348 piadinhas ridiculas, as quais respondi com um sorrisinho amarelo e pensando "filho da puta, vai ser tonto e burro assim na casa do caralho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106116782785365147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106116782785365147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106116782785365147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106116782785365147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/eh-foda-voce-tatuar-algo-em-seu-corpo.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106113901026374752</id><published>2003-08-17T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T13:50:10.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu nunca mais quero ver essa menina puta da vida.Nos estavamos conversando e de repente ela exclama:- SEGURA MEU SALTO QUE ESSA MENINA VAI APANHAR!Fim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106113901026374752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106113901026374752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106113901026374752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106113901026374752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/eu-nunca-mais-quero-ver-essa-menina.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106080080040348817</id><published>2003-08-13T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:58:05.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu nao sei mais escrever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106080080040348817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106080080040348817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106080080040348817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106080080040348817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/eu-nao-sei-mais-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106053280298931105</id><published>2003-08-10T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T13:26:42.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O evento esperado da cidade.Os cavalos, os bois, os montadores (?), o show sertanejo, as meninas de chapeu e bota, os meninos de calça apertada ...Sim ... É a 19ª Festa do Peão de Limeira.E nunca ...NUNCA EM SUA VIDA fique bebado num lugar desse porque voce, certamente, vai acabar em cima de um touro mecanico, com a sua bunda a amostra.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106053280298931105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106053280298931105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106053280298931105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106053280298931105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/o-evento-esperado-da-cidade.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106046740610112865</id><published>2003-08-09T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:59:02.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am a fuckin´ emo ... post retirado por motivos estritamente pessoais.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106046740610112865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106046740610112865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106046740610112865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106046740610112865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-fuckin-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106038058727921201</id><published>2003-08-08T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T19:10:32.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106038058727921201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106038058727921201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106038058727921201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106038058727921201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-106002987383066674</id><published>2003-08-04T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T17:44:33.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desculpem, mas as fotos nao sairam, a fadiga esta grande, minhas aulas começaram e estou muito deveras assaz de mau humor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/106002987383066674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=106002987383066674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106002987383066674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/106002987383066674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/08/desculpem-mas-as-fotos-nao-sairam.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105966721497885089</id><published>2003-07-31T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T13:00:14.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> And isn't ironic? Don't u think?  A vantagem de ter pessima memoria é divertir-se muitas vezes com as mesmas coisas como se fosse a primeira vez ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105966721497885089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105966721497885089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105966721497885089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105966721497885089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/and-isnt-ironic-dont-u-think-vantagem.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105949602493363212</id><published>2003-07-29T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T13:27:04.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olhem aqui pra mim.Isso.Fiquem olhando.EU NAO SUMI, OK?Me ausentei por dois dias por motivos expressivos.Mas nao sumi, nem morri, nem fugi com o namorado nem nada.E se alguem tiver uma casa em Higienopolis em Sao Paulo pra me emprestar, serei enternamente grata.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105949602493363212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105949602493363212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105897311087996362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105897311087996362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105897311087996362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105897311087996362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/camilla-sua-cabacenta-onde-voce-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105894161644518525</id><published>2003-07-23T03:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T03:26:56.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu falei pra todo mundo que ia dormir mas era mentirinha.Na verdade estava me lembrando de um episodio ocorrido em Campos do Jordao e queria muito postar ...Voces assistem Rede TV?Sim, é bom que nao assistam mesmo.Mas enfim ...Na quarta-feira foi aniversario da anta da Luciana Gimenes (que por sinal carrega o MEU sobrenome) na Pacha, uma boite (nao pronunciem BOATE e sim 'BOITE') la.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105894161644518525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105894161644518525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105894161644518525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105894161644518525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/eu-falei-pra-todo-mundo-que-ia-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105891666695331092</id><published>2003-07-22T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:09:53.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltei ontem de Campos do Jordao.E pra falar a verdade, ja estava com saudade de dormir com um cobertor so.Tammy, lembramos de voce la.Natasha e seu usual racismo.Continuando a arte na loja de bonecos bizarros ....Amanda, nao fica triste que ele volta.E papuda hein ...Eduardô --&gt; isso s? vai entender quem foi.iiiiiiifoto que um PUTA BAITA de um PRETO tirou da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105891666695331092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105891666695331092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105891666695331092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105891666695331092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/voltei-ontem-de-campos-do-jordao.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105873496414041497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/perdemos-as-fotos-mais-lindas-de-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105857670910782269</id><published>2003-07-18T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T22:05:20.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amanda,  Gisele e Natasha estao se divertindo e amando muito.Sao varios caras gatos e metidos.Mas e dai?hoar.ADEUS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105857670910782269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dias.Irei passar calor em Campos do Jordao.Adeus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105822834089434628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105822834089434628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105822834089434628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105822834089434628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/sirvo-me-do-presente-para-notificar.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105816218674851865</id><published>2003-07-14T02:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T03:10:35.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tammy nao gosta de nenhuma das musicas que toca no meu winamp.Fico toda empolgada pensando em algo que possa agrada-la.-Ei, TAM! Vamos ouvir Belle &amp; Sebastian! Veja so que legal ...... sleep de clock arouuuund ... - Que bosta +_+-Po, nao fale assim. Vamos ouvir Placebo entao! Olha essa hein, OLHA QUE ANIMAR HEIN. no hesitation no delay you come on just like speciall kkk ... -Dessa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105816218674851865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105816218674851865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105816218674851865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105816218674851865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/tammy-nao-gosta-de-nenhuma-das-musicas.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105797854253091246</id><published>2003-07-11T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T00:06:56.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje resolvi exteriorizar meu lado materno e fui com a  tammy ao cinema levar minha irma para assistir "Procurando Nemo".Fazia um tempo generoso que nao ia ao cinema daqui ...Voce nao perde seu tempo saindo da sua casa para ir ver filme num lugar onde a tela é praticamente o numeros de polegadas do televisor da sua sala. E é claro, desconsiderando o fato de os filmes chegarem incrivelmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105797854253091246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105797854253091246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105797854253091246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105797854253091246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/hoje-resolvi-exteriorizar-meu-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105795205902009769</id><published>2003-07-11T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T16:34:18.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Placebo Album Are You? brought to you by QuizillaPerdao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105795205902009769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105795205902009769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105795205902009769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105795205902009769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/which-placebo-album-are-you-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105788644463861208</id><published>2003-07-10T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T00:20:16.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I think you're wonderful .... Eu so queria saber porque eu gosto tanto dessa menina.Tenho afeiçao por poucas pessoas, quase nenhuma.Mas por ela é mais do que afeiçao.Eh mais que isso.Eh uma sintonia assustadora.Eu nunca a vi, e isso torna a situaçao mais estranha ainda.Ela sabe tudo de mim em tao pouco tempo ...Lembro-me como se fosse hoje, um dia no qual eu estava um tanto quanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105788644463861208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105788644463861208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105788644463861208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105788644463861208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-think-youre-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105780564384086800</id><published>2003-07-09T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T23:59:41.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai aiCoitadinhas daquelas menininhas que agora ouvem Le Tigre e lembram do quao bom foi a viagem na surdina ate Sao Paulo e do quao animar eh aquele TRIP BAR.Chorem ai com elas .... Le tigre - Deceptacon Who took the bomp?Every day and nightEvery day and nightI can see your disco disco dik is sucking my heart outta my mindI'm outta timeI'm outta fucking timeI'm a gasoline gut with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105780564384086800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105780564384086800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105780564384086800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105780564384086800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/ai-ai-coitadinhas-daquelas-menininhas.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105774212584921137</id><published>2003-07-09T06:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T06:20:08.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nao ha vocativo mais doce e cativante que  guria .Portanto, apelidem-me assim nos comentarios ai embaixo.Vai ... Um ... Dois ....  Tres ....         E ............              E...........                   EEEE .............                                      JA!!!!! ps: eu ainda vou visitar meu amor la no sul! eu vou! nem que seja para eu vender todas as minhas calcinhas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105774212584921137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105774212584921137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105774212584921137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105774212584921137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/nao-ha-vocativo-mais-doce-e-cativante.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105770138938321198</id><published>2003-07-08T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T18:57:38.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Membros do Lemonheads,Smashing Pumpkins e Hole resolveram se unir e montar um grupo. Evan Dando, James Iha, Melissa Auf Der Maur e Ryan Adams vao entrar em estudio em breve, para registrar a estreia do The Virgins. O disco sera lançado pela gravadora Scratchie Records do Iha. vou ter um treco.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105770138938321198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105770138938321198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105770138938321198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105770138938321198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/membros-do-lemonheadssmashing-pumpkins.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105733438220937721</id><published>2003-07-04T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T13:00:49.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vocês caros leitores, que assim como eu, gostam de fuçar nas prateleiras da locadora e é claro, de literatura, nao deixem de ver "Eclipse de uma Paixao".O filme é otimo. Retrata maravilhosamente bem a época do movimento dos poetas simbolistas.A linguagem vaga e sugestiva esta estampada em cada cena do filme. So nao é tao recomendado para os homofobicos de plantao, tendo em vista que as cenas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105733438220937721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105733438220937721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105733438220937721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105733438220937721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/vocs-caros-leitores-que-assim-como-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105727894883957325</id><published>2003-07-03T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T21:35:48.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* Tudo, ou pelo menos quase tudo, fica bem mais facil quando param de achar que ter bom senso eh ter razao.** Ferias mal começaram e ja estou com uma dor insuportavel no corpo todo de tanto dormir.*** Hoje a tarde assisti "9 semanas e meia de amor" e achei bem fuleirinho.**** Nao tenho o que postar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105727894883957325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105727894883957325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105727894883957325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105727894883957325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/tudo-ou-pelo-menos-quase-tudo-fica-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105720174025215403</id><published>2003-07-03T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T00:09:00.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu to lendo o blog da tammy e to rindo horrores.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770147.post-105715696204362160</id><published>2003-07-02T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T11:44:42.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  tammy e eu minutos antes de dar relaxo.ps: prometo que da proxima vez eu abaixo a latinha de cerveja e coloco a franja no meio, porque ca entre nos, fiquei com cara de cocker com essa pasta do lado.ah claro. sem esquecer das bochechas gordas. parece que estou engolindo suco de JERAMBO kjhbrweçlh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105715696204362160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105715696204362160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105715696204362160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105715696204362160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/tammy-e-eu-minutos-antes-de-dar-relaxo.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105707697859831166</id><published>2003-07-01T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T13:32:29.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> not the same -Oieaaaam-Oi.-Brava, mommy?-O que voce bebeu naquele churrasco ontem?-Nada, por que?-Nao minta.-Ahm, algumas coisinhas.-Pinga?-Hmm... Um pouco.-Nao, sua mentirosa, nao foi um pouco. Entrei no seu quarto pra desligar a televisao e o ambiente estava fedendo cachaça.-Mas ...-NAO PENSE QUE SO PORQUE COMEÇARAM SUAS FERIAS VOCE VAI VIVER EM PORTA DE BOTECO, QUE COISA FEIA, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105707697859831166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105707697859831166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105707697859831166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105707697859831166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/07/not-same-oieaaaam-oi.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105692357429421921</id><published>2003-06-29T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T18:52:54.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Brilliant Dance So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover`s clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn`t make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105692357429421921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105692357429421921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105692357429421921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105692357429421921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/brilliant-dance-so-this-is-odd-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105690438484723082</id><published>2003-06-29T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T13:48:40.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> so leave out the others baby .. bonus: historia romantica.[13:11] naxata: DE ONDE SAIU ESSE TOCO DE BOSTA?[13:11] tired_of_sex: HAHAHAHAHA[13:11] tired_of_sex: coitado[13:11] tired_of_sex: jhewrg[13:11] tired_of_sex: veio conversar[13:11] tired_of_sex: normal[13:11] tired_of_sex: porque o amigo tinha ido catar a tammy[13:11] tired_of_sex: aih[13:11] tired_of_sex: começou  a falar[13</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105690438484723082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105690438484723082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105690438484723082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105690438484723082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/so-leave-out-others-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105687273094454971</id><published>2003-06-29T04:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T05:00:19.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hate to say i told you so ... Ok. Devo confessar-lhes que nao tinhamos nada para fazer e fomos a uma boate cheia de donzelas de chapinha e boina, que por sinal, é escroto demais. E aproveitando o ensejo, creio que seria de extrema importancia relatar dois de meus inumeros odios.- gente que puxa o famoso 'ul-ul-rrul-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai' em boate e acha que ta sendo o maior legal do recinto.- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105687273094454971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105687273094454971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105687273094454971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105687273094454971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/hate-to-say-i-told-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105683654956187805</id><published>2003-06-28T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T18:51:13.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nao a vejo mais chorar, talvez ela esteja deixando sua parte garota-meiga para descobrir outras facetas de sua personalidade.E na verdade ela sabe que esta descobrindo, dia apos dia, uma parte sua que ainda nao conhecia.Alias, conhecia mas tinha medo de tocar. Agora ela nao tem mais medo...os sentimentos sao outros. Ela busca o prazer, e ela tem o prazer..o prazer de saber o que é! Se delicia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105683654956187805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105683654956187805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105683654956187805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105683654956187805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/nao-vejo-mais-chorar-talvez-ela-esteja.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-105675207637420318</id><published>2003-06-27T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T19:40:27.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A felicidade que antecede uma prova de matematica com uma perfeita definiçao.*reservas*--&gt; que bosta esses acentos que saem zoados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/105675207637420318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=105675207637420318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105675207637420318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/105675207637420318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/felicidade-que-antecede-uma-prova-de.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95991224</id><published>2003-06-24T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T16:43:16.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm not in the mood Semana de prova leva à paranóia.Adeus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95991224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95991224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95991224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95991224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-not-in-mood-semana-de-prova-leva.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95921923</id><published>2003-06-22T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T16:22:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gostaria de trazer à público meu remorso por andar tão relaxada com a minha irmã e com a minha cunhada.Ontem elas me ligaram e nem deu tempo de falar tudo o que eu queria, mas elas entendem que não tenho tempo para muita coisa mais, mas que isso não quer dizer que as abandonei.Winamp: Dashboard Confessional - Living in your letters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95921923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95921923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95921923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95921923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/gostaria-de-trazer-pblico-meu-remorso.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95877016</id><published>2003-06-20T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T19:31:39.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não é aconselhável você dividir uma garrafa de St. Remy com sua companheira de noitada quando vocês não têm nada para fazer e ela resolve ligar pro 'reserva' ...Ela pode ir pra um quarto com ele e te deixar na sala com um cara que você mal conhece vendo Noite Afora, e a  Monique Evans explicando as ligações entre a salsa e o sexo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95877016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95877016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95877016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95877016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/no-aconselhvel-voc-dividir-uma-garrafa.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95773245</id><published>2003-06-17T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T22:02:39.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> If you're feeling sinister ... Repudio academias, tenho nojo de suor, detesto calças coladas e muito mais aquelas músicas de balada.Nunca gostei mesmo.Sempre comecei e parei depois de alguns dias, meses.Acontece que minha atual situação está deprimente.Minha mãe acha que eu sou doente, porque durmo o dia todo e não tenho disposição pra nada.Minha irmã me chama de gorda a cada 5 minutos, e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95773245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95773245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95773245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95773245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-youre-feeling-sinister.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95730942</id><published>2003-06-16T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T18:47:39.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu preciso treinar para me conter quando eu bebo.Principalmente quando  bebo e não faço nada para suar o alcool, porque aí o ridículo vem de forma mais bruta e cruel.Além de ficar escrota cantando 'now i wanna be your dog', faço coisas que me dão vontade de chorar e cavar um buracão bem grande pra me esconder no dia seguinte.Vocês acreditam que eu tive a moral de flertar com um negro (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95730942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95730942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95730942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95730942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/eu-preciso-treinar-para-me-conter.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95700896</id><published>2003-06-15T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T23:34:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What the hell I´m doing here? I don´t belong here ...Essa tal de Kelly Key é totalmente desprovida de qualquer noção.E mais sem noção ainda são os pais que compram um CD que faz apologia à vadiagem desde cedo (o meu comprou pra minha irmã de 10 anos e eu fiquei perplexa).Como se não bastasse no primeiro disco, aquela coisa escrota de menininha biscatinha apaixonada pelo professor e aquela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95700896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95700896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95700896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95700896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/what-hell-im-doing-here-i-dont-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95596582</id><published>2003-06-12T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T14:22:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Necessidade vital de postar coisas quando eu rio muito.[14:03] logan_x: ela me trai com ATIRADORES de tiro de guerra... amadores.[14:03] logan_x: vc acha que pode?[14:03] reu: bom[14:03] reu: maria batalhao?[14:04] logan_x: e'[14:04] logan_x: joana-fuzilera[14:04] gi: maria  batalhão zoa.[14:04] reu: era de se esperar neh[14:04] logan_x: percecta nomenclatura.[14:04] reu: ela tem jeito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95596582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95596582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95596582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95596582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/necessidade-vital-de-postar-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95522400</id><published>2003-06-10T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:47:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essa história de ter Dia dos Namorados e não ter Dia dos Amantes é uma baixaria.Data comercial ou não, aposto que este daria muito mais grana que aquele. Ouçam Stereophonics - nothing compares 2 u, por obsequio. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95522400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95522400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95522400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95522400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/essa-histria-de-ter-dia-dos-namorados.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95417204</id><published>2003-06-07T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T20:08:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[19:51] _p5: pelo contrário, você não sacrifica o prazer, troca um por outro.Profético.Aliás ...Homem fardado é feio então? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95417204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95417204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95417204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95417204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/1951-p5-pelo-contrrio-voc-no-sacrifica.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95388874</id><published>2003-06-06T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T19:59:38.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letras de músicas em blog ocupam um espaço colossal e é chato pra vocês , mas hoje eu estou bem feliz, vou beber e fazer programa de índio com as minhas amiguinhas lindas, então foda-se.The cure - Friday I'm in love I don't care if monday's blueTuesday's grey and wednesday tooThursday I don't care about youIt's friday I'm in loveMonday you can fall apartTuesday wednesday break my heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95388874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95388874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95388874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95388874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/letras-de-msicas-em-blog-ocupam-um.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95346497</id><published>2003-06-05T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:56:21.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU SÓ QUERIA DIZER QUE O MEU NARIZ ESTÁ SANGRANDO.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95346497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95346497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95346497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95346497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/eu-s-queria-dizer-que-o-meu-nariz-est.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95339277</id><published>2003-06-05T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:21:44.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dia alguém me falou que rabo e conselho só se dá a quem merece.E eu fui obrigada a concordar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95339277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95339277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95339277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95339277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/um-dia-algum-me-falou-que-rabo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95338217</id><published>2003-06-05T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T15:51:52.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sempre tive encanações com o meu "Tamagooshi".Quando ganhei, eu devia ter uns 10 anos, e sei muito bem que não faz muito tempo.Minha irmã  disse que se cuidasse bem, virava anjo; caso contrário, nasceria chifrinhos e ele viraria a besta.Eu cuidava direitinho. Levava meu "filho" escondido na mochila pra escola, dava comidinhas, banho e brincava de pedra-tesoura-papel com ele.Ele vivia contente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95338217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95338217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95338217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95338217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/sempre-tive-encanaes-com-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95208424</id><published>2003-06-02T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T18:56:20.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> just shut up you're only sixteen :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95208424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95208424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95208424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95208424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/just-shut-up-youre-only-sixteen-d.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95207497</id><published>2003-06-02T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T17:54:19.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny.Hoje na aula de inglês tivemos que completar uma musiquinha de corno (robbie williams - sexed up) que pra variar um pouco é da novela das oito horas.As fêmeas da sala cantavam alto, apaixonadas, fazendo caras e bocas.Eu tive crises de gargalhadas e tive que pedir pra beber água.Tem uma gorda muito cretina que senta toda aula do meu lado e faz comentários debil mentais a cada dez minutos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95207497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95207497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95207497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95207497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95164240</id><published>2003-06-01T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T18:22:17.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O melhor assunto que conseguimos levantar num domingo a tarde, no ápice da fadiga.[17:52] gi: i'm wasting time[17:52] gi: when i think about it[17:52] gi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI[17:52] nachata: AHHAHAHAHA[17:52] nachata: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII[17:53] gi: é a musica da edvirgem né?[17:53] nachata: sei la[17:53] gi: nao gosto de quase nenhuma desse cd.[17:53] nachata: sua mae </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95164240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95164240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95164240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95164240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/o-melhor-assunto-que-conseguimos.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95159570</id><published>2003-06-01T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T15:26:19.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acordei agora. Sinto-me como se tivesse sido pisoteada por uma fanfarra.Meus ombros doem muito.É tensão, acho.Não vou à aula de teatro.Estou muito cansada para ter que pular, imitar bichos, rolar, enfim, tudo aquilo que um équisperti chama de Expressão Corporal.Meus pais viajaram e voltam hoje à noite.Estou morrendo de fome e não tem comida em casa.Minha irmã está tomando vinho e fumando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95159570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95159570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95159570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95159570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/06/acordei-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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-3770147.post-95133409</id><published>2003-05-31T19:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T19:50:25.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Costumo dizer que a opressão exagerada dos pais para com seus filhos adolescentes refletem de forma negativa na formação destes, podendo levá-los até mesmo à fuga.Tomem como exemplo o caso de duas jovens provincianas, que para aqui mantermos a integridade de ambas, adotaremos pseudônimos. A garota morena será a preta e a loura será a  branca .As duas, cansadas do marasmo em que viviam, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/feeds/95133409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770147&amp;postID=95133409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95133409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770147/posts/default/95133409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loare.blogspot.com/2003/05/costumo-dizer-que-opresso-exagerada.html' title=''/><author><name>gi</name><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></feed>
