<?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-3194162</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:22:02.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Cão</title><subtitle type='html'>Accentuate the negative</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-75829539</id><published>2002-04-25T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T22:30:29.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensei em escrever alguma coisa para você&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-75829539?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/75829539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/75829539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75829539' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10333376</id><published>2002-03-03T14:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T14:48:20.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje dormi até 13:30.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo com sono.&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontade de acordar..&lt;br /&gt;Só queria deitar e dormir durante 5 dias pelo menos e depois acordar como outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Deveria fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais ir à aula&lt;br /&gt;Quero dormir &lt;br /&gt;Dormir e não acordar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10333376?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10333376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10333376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10333376' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10329561</id><published>2002-03-03T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T11:49:07.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Não faz diferença mesmo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10329561?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10329561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10329561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10329561' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10329468</id><published>2002-03-03T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T11:43:54.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl in the snow, where will you go &lt;br /&gt;To find someone that will do? &lt;br /&gt;To tell someone all the truth before it kills you &lt;br /&gt;They listen to your crazy laugh &lt;br /&gt;Before you hang a right &lt;br /&gt;And disappear from sight &lt;br /&gt;What do they know anyway? &lt;br /&gt;You'll read it in a book &lt;br /&gt;What do they know anyway? &lt;br /&gt;You'll read it in a book tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10329468?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10329468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10329468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10329468' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10313307</id><published>2002-03-02T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T21:10:08.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sim, estou devendo um daqueles textos enormes e contraditórios,mas não tenho vontade de escrever esse tipo de coisa hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu deva começar pelo fato de estar fazendo uma faculdade de cinema e ter extrema dificuldade em demonstrar meus sentimentos em relação à ... tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Ando um pouco estranha também&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de que estou ignorando algo muito importante&lt;br /&gt;Continuo me sentindo sozinha e vazia&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sendo eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10313307?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10313307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10313307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10313307' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10243107</id><published>2002-02-28T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T21:46:48.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Wandering Days Are Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my wandering days are over&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that I'm getting boring?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of listening to myself now&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my bip-bopping days are over&lt;br /&gt;I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor&lt;br /&gt;Now the centre of my so called being is&lt;br /&gt;The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "My celibate days are over"&lt;br /&gt;You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror of my steamy bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months on, the winter's gone&lt;br /&gt;The disenchanted pony &lt;br /&gt;Left the town with the circus boy&lt;br /&gt;The circus boy got lonely &lt;br /&gt;It's summer, and it's sister song's &lt;br /&gt;Been written for the lonely &lt;br /&gt;The circus boy is feeling melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got to be fate that's doing it&lt;br /&gt;A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me&lt;br /&gt;With the story of the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "My one man band is over"&lt;br /&gt;I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away&lt;br /&gt;I sew you in Japanese restaurant&lt;br /&gt;You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle&lt;br /&gt;You said it was a living Hell&lt;br /&gt;You said that it was Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10243107?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10243107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10243107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10243107' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10242676</id><published>2002-02-28T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T21:35:09.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha  vida anda sem brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente o que falta nela (talvez tudo)&lt;br /&gt;Mas está sem graça,assim como eu e se tem uma coisa que minah vida nunca foi é sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser sem sentido,confusa,parada,mas sem graça não&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tinha alguma coisa que fazia com que ela ficasse com alguns tons de cinza além do preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;Agora não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que ando sem rumo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Completamente sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Até o que eu achava que tinah está um pouco perdido&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10242676?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10242676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10242676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10242676' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10220445</id><published>2002-02-28T08:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T08:33:27.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preciso me apaixonar urgentemente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10220445?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10220445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10220445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10220445' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10086194</id><published>2002-02-24T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T23:53:19.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto falta de alguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10086194?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10086194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10086194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10086194' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10070349</id><published>2002-02-24T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T14:47:10.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que deveria definir isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mostrar quem eu sou ou quem não sou?&lt;br /&gt;Não resolveria todos meus "problemas",mas já teria alguma certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10070349?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10070349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10070349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10070349' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10070305</id><published>2002-02-24T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T14:45:15.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanto aos posts anteriores eu amo Portishead e "Numb" é simplesmente perfeita,em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sob o efeito do vinho por isso não sei muito bem  o que quero escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez deva dormir um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Mas gosto daqui....acho que gosto tanto daqui porque odeio.&lt;br /&gt;Esse blog é uma das coisas mais idiotas que faço.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra perfeitamente quem realmente sou (ou quem não sou???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10070305?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10070305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10070305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10070305' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10056384</id><published>2002-02-24T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T00:48:44.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the time that I will suffer less&lt;br /&gt;Is when I never have to wake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10056384?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10056384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10056384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10056384' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10056152</id><published>2002-02-24T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T00:39:50.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unable so lost&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;Been searching, but I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;A turning, a turning from deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the child roses like&lt;br /&gt;Try to reveal what I could feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I m still feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so unholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the child roses like&lt;br /&gt;Try to reveal what I could feel&lt;br /&gt;But this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fooling somebody&lt;br /&gt;A faithless path to roam&lt;br /&gt;Deceiving to breath this secretly&lt;br /&gt;This silence, a silence I can't bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the child roses like&lt;br /&gt;Try to reveal what I could feel&lt;br /&gt;And this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And this loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;It just won't leave me alone, ohh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady of war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10056152?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10056152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10056152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10056152' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10047200</id><published>2002-02-23T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T18:31:14.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plea primeira vez tenho vontade de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que percebi que não dá para desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero morrer&lt;br /&gt;Quero acabar com isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10047200?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10047200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10047200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10047200' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10046957</id><published>2002-02-23T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T18:22:18.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, (yeah) yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse but there’s nothing in it,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;“Where is my mind?” x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water,&lt;br /&gt;See it swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimming in the Caribbean,&lt;br /&gt;Animals were hiding behind the rocks,&lt;br /&gt;Except the little fish,&lt;br /&gt;But they told me this is where it’s gonna talk to me so you say:&lt;br /&gt;“Where is my mind?” x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water,&lt;br /&gt;See it swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse but there’s nothing in it,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;“Where is my mind?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water,&lt;br /&gt;See it swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10046957?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10046957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10046957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10046957' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-10020506</id><published>2002-02-22T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T21:00:02.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava com vontade de escrever,mas foi só chegar aqui e ela desapareceu.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei o blog na esperança de que conseguisse decodificar o que penso.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente isso está funcionando porque estou sendo o mais sincera possível comigo(pelo menos por aqui)&lt;br /&gt;Acabo descobrindo e tornando visíveis sentimentos escondidos.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é bom?&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que a confusão diminua.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou muito confusa dou uma passada aqui e falo "ah... é assim que penso..é dessa forma que vejo determinado assunto..."&lt;br /&gt;Mas é triste também&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou muito cruel,fria.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou babaca mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;E,acredite, não é de propósito.&lt;br /&gt;É muito estranho porque não levo muito meus sentimentos em consideração,não levo à sério&lt;br /&gt;É como aquele filme de comédia pastelão que acontece tudo de ruim ao protagonista e vc acha graça&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a protagonista bobona...&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vejo assim&lt;br /&gt;"haahahahaha ela está confusa. Ela é uma idiota que se isola."&lt;br /&gt;Muito engraçado,não?&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que nem isso estou conseguindo fazer direito.&lt;br /&gt;Minha "desgraça" não parece mais tão engraçada.&lt;br /&gt;As piadas estão repetitivas.&lt;br /&gt;A direção está perdida.&lt;br /&gt;E a protagonista não convence.&lt;br /&gt;Onde  quero chegar com tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha alguma coisa em mente antes de começar a escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que a minha relação com o mundo exterior(ou até mesmo interior) vá melhorar um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dificuldade... Não sei me expressar, não sei ser agradável.&lt;br /&gt; Adoro pessoas,mas a convivência é complicada com a maioria.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade acho que gosto é de observar,não preciso fazer parte ,interagir com o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Na maior parte do tempo eu estou em algum lugar,qualquer lugar, menos por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tem esse vidro que me impede de fazer parte de qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma opção&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu tente ultrapassar não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho noção de quão fraca e mediocre sou&lt;br /&gt;Utilizo muito essas palavras porque é assim que me defino.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aqueles questionários????&lt;br /&gt;Tipo:&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Mathias por Roberta Mathias.&lt;br /&gt;Fraca e mediocre é minha resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Não me entenda mal, não estou pedindo que vc goste de mim pelo que sou,muito menos que tenha pena de mim(vc nunca faria isso)&lt;br /&gt;Vc me conhece melhor que qualquer pessoa e sabe o que estou tentando falar...&lt;br /&gt;Também não gosto de vc .(tá, sei que não faz diferença)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vc poderia me ajudar e ser bem mais do que sou&lt;br /&gt;E eu posso te ajudar,vc sabe disso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-10020506?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10020506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/10020506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10020506' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9983998</id><published>2002-02-21T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T22:52:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nesse momento não gosto da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento queria um abraço, um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Talvez apenas um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso de "ei, vc é legal, eu gosto de vc"&lt;br /&gt;Carência novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nunca fui tão carente...&lt;br /&gt;Ou sempre fui ,mas nunca me importei muito com isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje não dá&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu precisava apenas de um sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9983998?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9983998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9983998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9983998' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9945806</id><published>2002-02-20T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T23:43:56.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não consigo gostar de nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9945806?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9945806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9945806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9945806' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9943860</id><published>2002-02-20T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T22:49:02.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanhã começa a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou falar que estou feliz com isso porque não estou.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade aquela faculdade traz à tona um dos meus maiores conflitos.&lt;br /&gt;E isso me faz mal,muito mal.&lt;br /&gt;Isso abre mais uma oportunidade para que eu faça piadinhas sádicas com a minha pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto à vontade lá (novidade,hein..)&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse saia da faculdade novamente e sumia,mas não posso.&lt;br /&gt;E,afinal, não era isso que queria?&lt;br /&gt;Não era???&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9943860?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9943860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9943860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9943860' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9907412</id><published>2002-02-20T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T00:21:48.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were male in your last earthly incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born somewhere around the territory of what is now know as modern North of Latin America, approximately in the year 900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your profession was: writer, dramatist, organizer of rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief psychological profile of you in that past life:&lt;br /&gt;You had mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Environment often misunderstood him, but respected his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that your last past life wishes you to learn in your present life is:&lt;br /&gt;Your lesson -- to study, to practice and to use wisdom, enclosed in psychological sciences, and in ancient manuscripts. With strong faith and hard work you will reach your real destiny in present life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9907412?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9907412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9907412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9907412' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9903815</id><published>2002-02-19T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T22:34:58.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O mais estranho é que não me sinto viva.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estou sempre observando&lt;br /&gt;Parece que morri,mas meu corpo continua preso aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Como no sonho....&lt;br /&gt;Eu não existo e ninguém acredita&lt;br /&gt;E eu grito:&lt;br /&gt;"Não está vendo??? Não está vendo meu corpo em decomposição?"&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém acredita..&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo acha que não passa de um jogo para chamar atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que não passa de um jogo para chamar atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9903815?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9903815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9903815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9903815' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9865724</id><published>2002-02-18T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T22:12:00.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto do silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Arriscaria falar que gosto da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9865724?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9865724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9865724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9865724' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9865399</id><published>2002-02-18T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T22:02:19.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preciso escrever alguma coisa aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Para depois ler.&lt;br /&gt;Escrever mesmo que não faça sentido.&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho para falar?&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de novo aconteceu,nenhum sentimento bom ou ruim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que quero,mas tenho a impressão de que vou continuar escrevendo mesmo que pareça inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça bobo.&lt;br /&gt;Até porque a idéia é essa.&lt;br /&gt;É para ser bobo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu só consiga falar sobre as coisas bobas.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que têm solução.&lt;br /&gt;As outras estão escondidas.&lt;br /&gt;Escondidas de mim. &lt;br /&gt;E de vc... Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que talvez virou minha palavra favorita.&lt;br /&gt;Sem certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho para quem procura tantas certezas....&lt;br /&gt;Não,não é falta do que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;É vontade de fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de deixar que vc escreva para que eu,talvez, te descubra.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que não vai ser assim tão fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Vc me confunde.&lt;br /&gt;E eu te confundo.&lt;br /&gt;Te divirto também,eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;E vc me diverte.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que admitir...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente o que pensar de vc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9865399?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9865399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9865399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9865399' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9864694</id><published>2002-02-18T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T21:41:11.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não estou me sentindo muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;Será que é porque acabei de ocmer um pacote gigante de Skittles?? (menos os laranjas!)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não caiu muito bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9864694?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9864694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9864694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9864694' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9862707</id><published>2002-02-18T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T20:56:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se tem uma coisa que eu odeio é Skittles laranja!&lt;br /&gt;E a quantidade de Skittles laranja que vem no meu pacotinho é sempre maior...&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo, eu não reparo a quantidade de vermelho ou roxo (meu preferidos)&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei disso.&lt;br /&gt;Vc não precisa falar.&lt;br /&gt;O meu problema não é a quantidade de Skittles laranja que vem no meu pacotinho&lt;br /&gt;O problema é o pacotinho em si...&lt;br /&gt;E vc também sabe disso.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vou parar para ver as qualidades do pacotinho???&lt;br /&gt;Não! Por que faria isso?&lt;br /&gt;Odeio o pacotinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9862707?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9862707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9862707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9862707' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9799852</id><published>2002-02-16T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T21:59:46.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes penso em me entregar de vez ao pessimismo( ou seria realidade?)&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que espero por alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa que não sei o que é,não sei quando chegará ou se um dia chegará.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que existe.&lt;br /&gt;Espero...&lt;br /&gt;Espero tantas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Não seria melhor buscá-las?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto me engano que não sei por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei  o que realmente é importante para mim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez assim minha busca fosse menos confusa e solitária.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9799852?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9799852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9799852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9799852' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9796645</id><published>2002-02-16T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T19:45:48.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É...&lt;br /&gt;Hora de me esconder novamente.&lt;br /&gt;A luz não me é agradável&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos a multidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9796645?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9796645' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9796500</id><published>2002-02-16T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T19:40:04.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo que penso é tão vazio e tão confuso ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9796500?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9796500' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9796419</id><published>2002-02-16T19:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T19:36:16.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei das minhas perguntas&lt;br /&gt;Cansei das minhas respostas&lt;br /&gt;Contraditórias, ridículas&lt;br /&gt;Preciso achar apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Uma que seja perfeita, que seja completa.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais dúvidas,não quero mais ironia&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto tempo que peço o cor de rosa..&lt;br /&gt;E vc o que me dá????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei imaginando...&lt;br /&gt;Flores&lt;br /&gt;um cachorrinho correndo&lt;br /&gt;uma criança sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;um casal idoso&lt;br /&gt;a chuva&lt;br /&gt;cheiro de pão quentinho com manteiga&lt;br /&gt;ops...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci o gás ligado&lt;br /&gt;BUMMMMMMM!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9796419?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9796419' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-9796293</id><published>2002-02-16T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T19:32:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já não me pergunto quem sou eu e sim o que sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Já não me pergunto porque estou aqui e sim até quando estarei&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque até o nada um dia tem fim&lt;br /&gt;O nada....&lt;br /&gt;Eu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-9796293?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/9796293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9796293' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-8466974</id><published>2002-01-06T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T21:22:28.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom...&lt;br /&gt;Meu gosto musical é bom (alias isso é a única coisa que gosto em mim..), mas, às vezes!!!,tenho uma recaída e acabo gostando de algum pop adolescente... Tipo??? Prefiro não comentar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas há alguns meses eu escutei uma tal de Michelle Branch e ontem quando vi.. ahn... American Pie 2 reconheci a música... &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere... e ah... É tão bonitinha!!!! Dá vontade de cantar, bater palminha... Por isso vou colocar a letra aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it inside out so I can see &lt;br /&gt;The part of you that's drifting over me &lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you're never there &lt;br /&gt;But when I sleep you're everywhere &lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me how I got this far &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why you're here and who you are &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I look &lt;br /&gt;you're never there &lt;br /&gt;And every time I sleep &lt;br /&gt;you're always there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;that makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the way you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think that &lt;br /&gt;you might not be real &lt;br /&gt;I sense it now, the water's getting deep &lt;br /&gt;I try to wash the pain away from me &lt;br /&gt;Away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;that makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh, oooh, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch your hand &lt;br /&gt;It's then I understand &lt;br /&gt;The beauty that's within &lt;br /&gt;It's now that we begin &lt;br /&gt;You always light my way &lt;br /&gt;I hope there never comes a day &lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go &lt;br /&gt;I always feel you so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;that makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I catch my breath &lt;br /&gt;it's you I breathe &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;that makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in everyone I see &lt;br /&gt;So tell me &lt;br /&gt;Do you see me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-8466974?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8466974' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-8466687</id><published>2002-01-06T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T21:09:50.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje fiz o que deveria ter feito ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Escutei blues, bebi e pensei,pensei muito....&lt;br /&gt;Uma garrafa de vinho, às vezes, faz falta....&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não bebi muito, só o suficiente para ficar mais eu..( vai criticar,é??? :op)&lt;br /&gt;Meus posts cada vez ficam mais ridículos ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi legal! Tive até alguns delírios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-8466687?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8466687' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-8466551</id><published>2002-01-06T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T21:03:47.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou apaixonada por um trooper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo... Eu fui brincar de fazer troopers e acabei fazendo O homem da minha vida....&lt;br /&gt;Depois fiz mais dois e fiquei dividida entre eles....&lt;br /&gt;Já sei que sou nerd ,isso está no post anterior!!!&lt;br /&gt;Queria colocar os troopers aqui ,mas não sei... :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-8466551?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8466551' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-8466484</id><published>2002-01-06T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T21:00:45.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enquanto o blig não volta vou ficando por aqui....&lt;br /&gt;o ruim é que eu queria colocar algumas figuras e aqui não sei como fazer isso....&lt;br /&gt;Paciência.....&lt;br /&gt;Esse post aí em baixo é de ontem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi um dia estranho....&lt;br /&gt;Comecei fuçando as fitas  do meu pai ( fui criada escutando jazz e blues) ...&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que aconteceria alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu iria conhecer minha alma- gêmea ou pelo menos alguém que me influenciasse pelo resto da vida&lt;br /&gt;Queria ver um filme que mudasse minha visão de mundo e falar sobre a essência do ser humano...&lt;br /&gt;Acabei vendo American Pie 2 e falando sobre nada....&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi divertido....&lt;br /&gt;Só estou com a impressão de que alguma coisa que tinha que acontecer ontem não aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho, né???&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus....&lt;br /&gt;Como eu sou nerd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-8466484?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/8466484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8466484' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7385172</id><published>2001-11-25T10:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T10:43:04.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://mundocao.blig.ig.com.br/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais prático..&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7385172?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7385172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7385172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7385172' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7374989</id><published>2001-11-24T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T21:42:48.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah.. outra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que eu tenho algum problema..&lt;br /&gt;eu não consigo ver papel na minha frente..&lt;br /&gt;tenho que rasgar, pintar, desenhar rabiscar...&lt;br /&gt;qual é o meu problema??&lt;br /&gt;estou casada de rabiscar papéis importantes..&lt;br /&gt;ah..  e eu ando falando muito rápido, coisas sem sentido, falando sozinha,ou mudando de assunto sem mais nem menos..&lt;br /&gt;isso é normal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7374989?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7374989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7374989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7374989' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7374880</id><published>2001-11-24T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T21:39:24.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que calor é esse???&lt;br /&gt;Estou passando mal...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como vou aguentar esse verão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom....&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu gosto na minha vida???&lt;br /&gt;A maneira como a louça ( que eu sujei sem necessidade, podia muito bem comer qualquer coisa ) some...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.... deixei uma pilha de louça na pia e amanhã ela vai sumir.&lt;br /&gt;interessante, né???&lt;br /&gt;da mesma forma que minha roupas sujas somem ....&lt;br /&gt;meu quarto é arrumado...&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu preciso de caneta???&lt;br /&gt;ela aparece perto do meu rádio...&lt;br /&gt;tenho que admitir..&lt;br /&gt;sempre fui muito mimada&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe achou que eu iria melhorar com a idade... &lt;br /&gt;i don´t think so....&lt;br /&gt;por exemplo &lt;br /&gt;meu quarto está uma zona... &lt;br /&gt;cama desarrumada o dia todo, um monte de papéis( tem papel de uqnado eu era do primeiro grau..)&lt;br /&gt;revistas espalhadas..&lt;br /&gt;e vc acha que eu vou arrumar???&lt;br /&gt;nã..... &lt;br /&gt;posso ficar assim até segunda&lt;br /&gt;posso ficar assim a vida toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7374880?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7374880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7374880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7374880' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7370461</id><published>2001-11-24T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T17:22:40.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harry Potter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que achei do filme????&lt;br /&gt;Bom, começando com o drama...&lt;br /&gt;Achei que não fosse dar tempo de ver ontem... cheguei em casa 15:00, achando que os ingressos tinham acabado...&lt;br /&gt;Sorte que a Diana comprou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme:&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos livros, o menino é muito bonitinho, efeitos especiais ótimos, bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena mesmo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora..&lt;br /&gt;O QUE FOI AQUELE TRAILER DE SENHOR DOS ANEIS????????????&lt;br /&gt;MARAVILHOSO!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;fiquei até emocionada&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo aplaudindo hauhauahau&lt;br /&gt;Como vou esperar até primeiro de janeiro pra ver o filme??? COMO?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero muito ver o documentário do sex pistols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é isso.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo desanimada com o telefone da mulher para ligar, mas não estou a fim ... prefiro gastar esse dinheiro com equipamento fotográfico ou então em CD... psicologa nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7370461?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7370461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7370461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7370461' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7308706</id><published>2001-11-21T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T23:02:53.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha o que eu achei... &lt;br /&gt;estava procurando outra música pra postar aqui : never is enough... é achei essa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The silence, the terror, the pain, the horror&lt;br /&gt;As your mom comes downstairs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a year to believe it was over&lt;br /&gt;And it took me two more to get over the loss.&lt;br /&gt;I took a beating when you wrote me those letters&lt;br /&gt;And every time I remembered the taste of your lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;But Enid we really never knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I wanted to hurt you ,&lt;br /&gt;And there were times when I know that I did&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I thought I would kill you,&lt;br /&gt;But can you blame me I was only a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why we never really respected each other&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why I never believed you were a person too&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that you fancied my brother&lt;br /&gt;I may not have liked it, oh but memory is a stranage thing, oh&lt;br /&gt;And Enid? Enid I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;But Enid we really never knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a year to believe it was over,&lt;br /&gt;And it took me two more to get over the loss&lt;br /&gt;I took a beating when you wrote me those letters,&lt;br /&gt;And every time you told me to get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's not fair to say that it's 'cause I was three inches shorter then,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not fair to say it's 'cause I was only fifteen years old&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's fair to say there was a lack of communication;&lt;br /&gt;I took a phone message, oh and speaking of communication, oh,&lt;br /&gt;And Enid, Enid you caught a cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get a job, I can pay the phone bills&lt;br /&gt;I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;I can work overtime, I can work in a mine&lt;br /&gt;I can do it all for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;But Enid we really never knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ed)&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you how to dance, how to sing, how to knit,&lt;br /&gt;How to make things that you never ever made before&lt;br /&gt;Enid, I can teach you how to use cookie cutters&lt;br /&gt;To make crazy things out of Play-Doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little houses, little farms, little accessories for your mom,&lt;br /&gt;For your Barbie set, for your friends and your family&lt;br /&gt;Enid, I can teach you how to snowmobile, cross-country ski, snowshoe,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Enid we never really knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;But Enid we really never knew each other anyway&lt;br /&gt;I took you dancing, paid for your nightschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7308706?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7308706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7308706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7308706' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7306461</id><published>2001-11-21T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T21:24:06.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei o que acontece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque sou triste&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de ter uma crise de choro sem motivo, falei várias coisas pra minha mãe  que não queria ter falado..&lt;br /&gt;Ela chorou, disse que precisa de mim, que sabe que minha vida não foi muito fácil ,mas que eu sou muito nova, tenho que achar um sentido na vida, acreditar em alguma coisa.... Queria que eu ligasse para aquelas coisas de valorização da vida... Ela acha que eu quero morrer , e não é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.. Não estou me sentido bem mesmo... Só quero sumir &lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais , não aguento ter que levantar todo dia e fazer um monte de coisas que eu não quero a troco de nada&lt;br /&gt;não quero levantar, não quero ir pra faculdade, não quero comer, não quero dormir, não quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso chorar mais um dia inteiro para esse sentimento ir embora e eu continuar vivendo como se nada estivesse acontecendo, como eu sempre faço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7306461?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7306461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7306461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7306461' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7298427</id><published>2001-11-21T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T15:05:54.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACABEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de fazer os resumos do Trotta!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;@  @  @  @ @!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7298427?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7298427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7298427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7298427' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7263180</id><published>2001-11-20T08:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T08:54:38.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engraçado.. minha mãe sempre arruma uma maneira de me acordar antes das 11:00 em dia de feriado.. O pior é quando eu estava em casa sem afzer nada, ela invadia meu quarto as 8 e começava com o papo de que eu tinah que arrumar o quarto e estudar pra passar no vestibular, bla ,bla, bla...&lt;br /&gt;Bom.. &lt;br /&gt;Não é sobre isso que eu vou falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU ODEIO esse clima de fim de ano...&lt;br /&gt;Tadas as coisas ruins acontecem no final do ano ( de outubro pra dezembro)&lt;br /&gt;Fora que ainda tinha aquela palhaçada de ter que tirar 8 em fisica todo ano pra passar...&lt;br /&gt;e ficava aquela drama aqui em casa: &lt;br /&gt;" Viu??? Se tivesse estudado mais... A Diana não é assim..&lt;br /&gt;A meu Deus eu te dei de tudo e vc não estuda.. Como??? Vc não sabe fisica??? Como não???&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe porque não estuda!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mãe... Tirei 10 em história!"&lt;br /&gt;" É, legal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom... Sai do assunto de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa é... &lt;br /&gt;No final de ano começa esse calor ( e esse ano nem pensar em ligar o ar condicionado..)&lt;br /&gt;Tem o natal.... Ah.. o natal.... Já deixei de gostar do ritual há algum tempo.... iamos pra brasilia e quando era menor, até que era legal, mas com o passar do tempo ficou sem graça... assim que meu pai morreu começamos a ir pra casa de uma amiga da minha mãe..era divertido, tinha muita gente e brincadeiras, essas coisas... Ela morreu no início de ano passado..&lt;br /&gt;Alias.. outro episodio curioso... &lt;br /&gt;No dia do meu aniversário( primeiro de janeiro)  ela me liga : Esse ano não vai dar pra ir , mas vc sabe que eu gosto muito de vc , né??? Boa Viagem&lt;br /&gt;E fala pra minha mãe: Não se preocupa com a Roberta porque eu vou tomar conta dela pra vc&lt;br /&gt;Ela morreu um dia depois da minha viagem ( 5 de janeiro)&lt;br /&gt;Bom.. minha  mãe não me contou nada , só quando eu cheguei &lt;br /&gt;Não que eu acredite nessas ocisas , mas foi estranho...&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao assunto final de ano:&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tme o lado comercial ..&lt;br /&gt;Claro, é bom ganhar presentes sem motivo... &lt;br /&gt;mas por favor.. tem gente que nem em Jesus acredita e faz ceia, presentes, arvore de natal, bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Até à missa deve ir... &lt;br /&gt;é isso. esse post já está muito grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7263180?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7263180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7263180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7263180' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7235373</id><published>2001-11-19T09:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T09:06:30.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava conversando com um amigo, que não me conhece muito, mas com quem converso muito , principalmente sobre cinema ( eu tenho algumas crises, dependendo da pessoa só consigo falar sobre cinema ou música). Não, não é porque essa pessoa não tem nada a ver comigo, mas talvez porque essas são as únicas coisas de que realmente gosto e quero compartilhar com quem eu gosto ( deu pra entender??) &lt;br /&gt;Bom, voltando ao assunto...&lt;br /&gt;Ele falou que eu vou acabar fazendo filme de humor negro... que é o que eu realmente quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu "gosto" de rir das coisas patéticas ( estou falando muito essa palavra) que acontecem comigo e com os outros&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o Congresso de Cinema:&lt;br /&gt;Foi interessante, no início me senti um pouco deslocada ( como sempre)&lt;br /&gt;Mas !temos! que começar a frequentar esses lugares para aparecer mesmo....&lt;br /&gt;E sei lá , esse post foi mais falta do que fazer mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7235373?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7235373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7235373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7235373' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7226195</id><published>2001-11-18T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T23:08:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vários posts dedicados a vc.. &lt;br /&gt;satisfeita?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7226195?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7226195' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7226177</id><published>2001-11-18T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T23:05:38.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alias vc tem razão eu deveria falar de vc porque vc é a única pessoa que visita isso aqui sempre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7226177?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7226177' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7226108</id><published>2001-11-18T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T23:02:28.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agatha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7226108?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7226108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7226108' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7225836</id><published>2001-11-18T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T22:51:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It could all be so simple&lt;br /&gt;But you'd rather make it hard&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is like a battle&lt;br /&gt;And we both end up with scars&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who I have to be&lt;br /&gt;To get some reciprocity&lt;br /&gt;No one loves you more than me&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just a silly game&lt;br /&gt;That forces you to act this way &lt;br /&gt;Forces you to scream my name&lt;br /&gt;Then pretend that you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who I have to be&lt;br /&gt;To get some reciprocity&lt;br /&gt;No one loves you more than me&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW I THINK WE GROW&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO LET ME KNOW&lt;br /&gt;IT AIN´T WORKIN´&lt;br /&gt;IT AIN´T WORKIN´&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to walk away&lt;br /&gt;You'd hurt yourself to make me stay&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP LETTING YOU BACK IN&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I EXPLAIN MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;AS PAINFUL AS THIS THING HAS BEEN&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CAN´T BE WITH NO ONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;See I know what we got to do&lt;br /&gt;You let go and I'll let go too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one's hurt me more than you&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever will&lt;br /&gt;Care for me, care for me&lt;br /&gt;I know you care for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There for me, there for me&lt;br /&gt;Said you'd be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for me, cry for me&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to me, give to me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you live for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7225836?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7225836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7225836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7225836' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7205111</id><published>2001-11-17T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-17T23:08:59.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got some things  I can´t tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I just can´t say&lt;br /&gt;They´re the kind of things no one knows about&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to talk&lt;br /&gt;In all this time&lt;br /&gt;The bottom linés you don´t know how much I fell&lt;br /&gt;You say you see but I don´t agree&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON´T KNOW HOW I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7205111?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7205111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7205111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7205111' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7199902</id><published>2001-11-17T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-17T17:52:52.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FILHOS DA PUTA! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7199902?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7199902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7199902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7199902' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7199874</id><published>2001-11-17T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-17T17:50:36.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que o Leandro me falou um dia desses fica martelando na minha cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;Sobre eu ficar reclamando de barriga cheia, eu tenho consciência disso.. mas não sei... &lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que ele falou ficou... &lt;br /&gt;Estou tão revoltada hoje, sei que é clichê esse papo de querer mudar o mundo e bla , bla ,bla...&lt;br /&gt;Mas pensar que a minha vida é bem melhor que a de muita gente é triste, me faz ficar bem pior &lt;br /&gt;Me sinto culpada , incapaz de fazer qualquer coisa..&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas parecem piorar a cada dia que passa.. mais frias...&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo alternativa... &lt;br /&gt;Não falo só do país, do mundo mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;E o que me faz pior que todos esses idiotas é a hipocrisia , porque  eu não faço nada&lt;br /&gt;Não faço nada porque não vejo esperança &lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso é desculpa, mas talvez quem sabe um dia que faça alguma coisa..  &lt;br /&gt;Agora  a vontade que tenho é de sair xingando todo mundo   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7199874?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7199874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7199874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7199874' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7182602</id><published>2001-11-16T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T21:11:40.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tipo, quem não entender ignore esse post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo e sua vaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seq 1- Estrada deserta – ext/ tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo no carro escutando Sandy e junior &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le....onardo: O que é imortallllllll , não morre no finalllllll .. hummmm tem uma vaca pedindo carona.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca: MUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo: tá bom ,meu bem... vem com o papai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca: Muuuuuuuu ( com cara de contente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo: quer ir para um lugar mais reservado???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vaca concorda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seq 2 – Motel – int/ noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparece um letreiro ( motel)&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo e a  vaca saltam do carro e entram no motel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Le...onardo: quero o melhor quarto, minha gatinha, opssss vaquinha merece   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca: MUUUU!!! ( com cara de zangada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Le...onardo: Não , meu amor.. Não tenho caso com uma gata, só com uma ovelha... Mas vc gosta de fazer menage, lembra???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca:  MUUU  MUUU! ( concordando)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois sobem a escada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seq 3&lt;br /&gt;Tela preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le...onardo: Aiiiiiii aiiii meu amor, assim que é bom.... hummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Vaca: Muuuuu muuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7182602?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7182602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7182602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7182602' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7182293</id><published>2001-11-16T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T20:55:19.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei o que escrever hoje...&lt;br /&gt;odeio descrever meu dia , mas também não tem nada pra escrever aqui&lt;br /&gt;na verdade estou escrevendo por " obrigação" porque se deixar de escrever isso vai ficar que nem o outro blog&lt;br /&gt;que eu tinha....&lt;br /&gt;E também não preciso escrever nada porque como tem muita gente por aí igual a mim... ( não é leandro???) &lt;br /&gt;Bom, &lt;br /&gt;1234 1234 123.....&lt;br /&gt;oliviaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sei lá&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu estou normal.. ando rindo muito, isso não é bom...&lt;br /&gt;não que eu não goste de rir, mas é que na verdade eu não estou bem..&lt;br /&gt;daí eu fico rindo e parece que piora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria adicionar algumas figuras aqui ,mas não dá..&lt;br /&gt;eu sou uma anta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7182293?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7182293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7182293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7182293' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7128629</id><published>2001-11-14T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T21:21:44.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso vai acabar virando um blog de músicas... &lt;br /&gt;Estava em dúvida entre Everyday is like sunday, i don´t love anyone e essa daqui..&lt;br /&gt;resolvi postar essa...&lt;br /&gt;e é isso... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling down &lt;br /&gt;I've been looking round the town &lt;br /&gt;For somebody just like me &lt;br /&gt;But the only ones I see &lt;br /&gt;Are the dummies in the window &lt;br /&gt;They spend their money on clothes &lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to think &lt;br /&gt;That the only ones I see are mannequins &lt;br /&gt;Looking stupid, being used and being thin &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I hang around with them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused &lt;br /&gt;The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused &lt;br /&gt;Than be me in a cage &lt;br /&gt;With a bottle of rage &lt;br /&gt;And a family like the mafia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling blue &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;And I never get a thrill &lt;br /&gt;And they threw me out of school &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swore at all the teachers &lt;br /&gt;Because they never teach us &lt;br /&gt;A thing I want to know &lt;br /&gt;We do Chemistry, Biology and Maths &lt;br /&gt;I want Poetry and Music and some laughs &lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go &lt;br /&gt;So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm here in a cage &lt;br /&gt;With a bottle of rage &lt;br /&gt;And a family like the mafia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my family tree goes back to the Romans &lt;br /&gt;Then I will change my name to Jones &lt;br /&gt;If my family tree goes back to Napolean &lt;br /&gt;Then I will change my name to Smith &lt;br /&gt;If my family tree goes back to the Romans &lt;br /&gt;Then I will change my name to Jones &lt;br /&gt;If you're looking at me to be an accountant &lt;br /&gt;Then you will look but you will never see &lt;br /&gt;If you're looking at me to start having babies &lt;br /&gt;Then you can wish because I'm not here to fool around &lt;br /&gt;You can wish because I'm not here to fool around &lt;br /&gt;You can wish because I'm not here to fool around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7128629?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7128629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7128629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7128629' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7115839</id><published>2001-11-14T12:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T12:45:21.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa música é perfeita e ainda tem a palavra OVELHA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;I am a wolf but &lt;br /&gt;I like to wear SHEEP´S clothing&lt;br /&gt;I am a bonfire&lt;br /&gt;I am a vampire&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You come on like a drug&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an addict coming at you &lt;br /&gt;For a little more&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much at stake&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to waste &lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;I am a demon&lt;br /&gt;Some say my biggest weakness&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons&lt;br /&gt;Call it my defense&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you're wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a secret&lt;br /&gt;A new possession&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep you guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sure what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sure what I'm looking for (verse x3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7115839?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7115839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7115839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7115839' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7099564</id><published>2001-11-13T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T20:03:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POR QUE O ÔNIBUS DA ENID NÃO PASSA POR AQUI????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7099564?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7099564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7099564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7099564' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7094610</id><published>2001-11-13T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T16:51:56.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou ficando preocupada....&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente não tenho  vontade de fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Chego em casa da faculdade e vou dormir&lt;br /&gt;Durmo o dia inteiro... Alguns dias até 8 horas da noite&lt;br /&gt;Acordar cedo está ficando praticamente impossível&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ir pra faculdade....&lt;br /&gt;Essas férias prometem... (Dois meses sem sair de casa)&lt;br /&gt;No início do ano foi mais ou menos assim&lt;br /&gt;Fui ficando sem vontade de fazer as coisas e cheguei a passar&lt;br /&gt;um mês( direto) sem sair de casa&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo motivo pra levantar....&lt;br /&gt;Levantar , demorar 1 hora pra chegar lá &lt;br /&gt;pra ver aquele show ridículo de hoje?&lt;br /&gt;E não é só isso...&lt;br /&gt;Já passei pela fase das crises de choro&lt;br /&gt;agora ,em certos momentos, parece que eu não estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;e em outros, penso várias coisas ao mesmo tempo ,sem conseguir organizar &lt;br /&gt;minhas " idéias" &lt;br /&gt;Não quero mesmo viver..&lt;br /&gt;E não é besteira ou drama&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de viver,&lt;br /&gt;mas não tenho coragem ...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém se abilita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7094610?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7094610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7094610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7094610' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7065427</id><published>2001-11-12T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T17:06:44.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sei que eu falei que isso não ia acontecer novamente &lt;br /&gt;Até porque se eu ficar ecrevendo posts como esse o propósito do blog vai pras cucuias..&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o propósito do blog? Com certeza não é " como eu gosto dos meus amigos, como nós nos divertimos ou como eu gostei de conhecer fulano ou fulana" . &lt;br /&gt;Até porque não é bem assim que me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto sozinha e a cada dia que passa, a cada minuto que passa mais infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente porque, mas sinto como se ninguém me entendesse e como se &lt;br /&gt;ninguém fizesse a mínima força para isso &lt;br /&gt;E eu até gosto disso&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto desse mundo , as coisas são patéticas ( incluindo a minha pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada da vida ( com 18 anos...alias sempre estive)&lt;br /&gt;Falei isso tudo porque vou falar sobre um amigo, sim porque acho que ele&lt;br /&gt;precisa saber o quanto eu gosto dele por 3 motivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Não é muito fácil gostar das pessoas, mais dificil ainda falar que gosto delas&lt;br /&gt;2) usar a palavra amigo então!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3)Não vou falar isso cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO, se vc não for o Gabriel ou alguém da faculdade pode parar de ler por aqui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já falei aí em cima , não é muito fácil considerar pessoas minhas amigas..&lt;br /&gt;até porque não tenho muitos amigos, eu me basto ( e não me basto, entende...)&lt;br /&gt;A coisa é : você e o Daniel são pessoas que eu considero meus amigos mesmo&lt;br /&gt;além de vcs o Leandro e o Ravi , mas converso mais com vcs&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vcs me conhecem melhor que eles dois..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ..&lt;br /&gt;é alguma coisa do tipo: se eu pensar em alguma besteira vou procurar vcs dois,&lt;br /&gt;se eu tiver com vontade de conversar, vou procurar vcs dois &lt;br /&gt;eu sei que se ficar sem falar com vcs durante algum tempo , vou sentir falta&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir quase tanta falta quanto eu sinto de pessoas que conheço há muito mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;Poxa, lá em São Paulo de 4 palavras, piadas 3 eram sobre vc ( e isso vale pro Daniel também!!!&lt;br /&gt;ele tem aquela pose de " eu não gosto de ninguém" , que eu também tenho, mas .. bom, deixa pra lá) &lt;br /&gt;Coisas do tipo: Poxa, o Gabriel ia gostar disso&lt;br /&gt;                       O Gabriel tinha que estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que nós falamos sobre vc  é nesse estilo porque nós sabemos que a nossa amizade é importante &lt;br /&gt;pra vc, tanto quanto a sua é pra gente, só que nós não demonstramos&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto do Daniel porque ele é muito parecido comigo e de vc porque vc é praticamente o oposto&lt;br /&gt;e vc é engraçado, vc é engraçado porque vc é vc&lt;br /&gt;vc é especial porque me faz rir &lt;br /&gt;E eu não me imagino naquela faculdade sem vc , sem o daniel ou sem a ovelha&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que o que vc falou sobre nós dois sermos dois dos seus melhores amigos é importante pra mim&lt;br /&gt;é muito importante&lt;br /&gt;Seu idiota &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, né??? Nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;Diana, Marcela, Leonardo sabem que eu gosto deles &lt;br /&gt;CHEGA viu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: po, lembra  daquele dia em que estavamos sentados ali conversando??? MUITO quente!!!! hahahahahaha :o*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7065427?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7065427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7065427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7065427' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7046004</id><published>2001-11-11T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T22:06:03.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sempre tem alguma música que fala exatamente o que eu quero ( mostra que não sou nem um pouco original...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Want To Be&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm just awastin' my time away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;It always ends up the same&lt;br /&gt;One minute moves&lt;br /&gt;Into the next&lt;br /&gt;My life was simple&lt;br /&gt;But now it's complex&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem to mean anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And everything I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is just another silly dream, you see&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep dreaming just the same &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to be me&lt;br /&gt;When people stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;I get so easily discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;They try to mess you up&lt;br /&gt;They try to push you around&lt;br /&gt;They'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;To bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's trying to bring me&lt;br /&gt;Back down to reality&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why can't they see&lt;br /&gt;Just how much this means to me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll be special &lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are special to you&lt;br /&gt;But maybe others don't care&lt;br /&gt;It brings you down&lt;br /&gt;When you find them disregarded&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out on your own&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make yourself stay&lt;br /&gt;And finish up what it was&lt;br /&gt;That you once started &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Taken down that easily&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's trying to tell me&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna have to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why can't they see&lt;br /&gt;Just how much this means to me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll be special&lt;br /&gt;I'll be special &lt;br /&gt;It means nothing&lt;br /&gt;It means everything&lt;br /&gt;It means something to me&lt;br /&gt;What you tryin' to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna play&lt;br /&gt;In this little game&lt;br /&gt;That you have created for me&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance to do&lt;br /&gt;What you needed to&lt;br /&gt;And not it's time for me&lt;br /&gt;To step right up and&lt;br /&gt;Spin that wheel&lt;br /&gt;This time's for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna work this time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end it's going to be mine&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is gonna go&lt;br /&gt;My way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7046004?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7046004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7046004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7046004' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7043634</id><published>2001-11-11T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T20:19:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>às vezes me sinto tão sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;me imagino daqui há uns 10 anos , morando sozinha ,sem amigos, sem ninguém....&lt;br /&gt;É essa minha mania de querer me proteger &lt;br /&gt;Não sei o quanto isso me faz bem...&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que as pessoas gostem de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Por que gostariam ???&lt;br /&gt;Eu não bou inteligente, culta, bonita ou engraçada&lt;br /&gt;Não me suporto, faço até um favor pros outros me afastando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7043634?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7043634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7043634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7043634' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7017045</id><published>2001-11-10T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T14:41:50.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 am day after Christmas&lt;br /&gt; I throw some clothes on in the dark &lt;br /&gt;The smell of cold&lt;br /&gt; Car seat is freezing &lt;br /&gt;The world is sleeping I am numb &lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs to the apartment &lt;br /&gt;She is balled up on the couch &lt;br /&gt;Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte &lt;br /&gt;They're not home to find us out And we drive&lt;br /&gt; Now that I have found someone &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more alone &lt;br /&gt;Than I ever have before &lt;br /&gt;She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly &lt;br /&gt;Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere &lt;br /&gt;She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly &lt;br /&gt;They call her name at 7:30 &lt;br /&gt;I pace around the parking lot&lt;br /&gt; Then I walk down to buy her flowers&lt;br /&gt; And sell some gifts that I got &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see It's not me you're dying for&lt;br /&gt; Now she's feeling more alone&lt;br /&gt; Than she ever has before &lt;br /&gt;She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly &lt;br /&gt;Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere &lt;br /&gt;She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly &lt;br /&gt;As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine &lt;br /&gt;They told me son, it's time to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt; She broke down, and I broke down &lt;br /&gt;Cause I was tired of lying &lt;br /&gt;Driving home to her apartment&lt;br /&gt; For a moment we're alone&lt;br /&gt; Yeah she's alone I'm alone&lt;br /&gt; Now I know it She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly&lt;br /&gt; Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere &lt;br /&gt;She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7017045?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7017045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7017045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7017045' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-7015513</id><published>2001-11-10T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T13:12:14.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom..&lt;br /&gt;sobre o filme:&lt;br /&gt;ficou bem melhor que eu esperava... com a edição, os créditos prontos... &lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... Foi tão legal ver tudo prontinho.. deu uma sensação de " agora estou fazendo cinema" &lt;br /&gt;E olha que esse foi só o trabalho de faculdade..&lt;br /&gt;Estou "empolgada" mesmo é com O filme ( hehehe) &lt;br /&gt;Essas besteiras me enganam e fazem pensar que estou um pouco menos triste ou sei lá&lt;br /&gt;sabe, cria uma sensação de felicidade que é melhor que nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-7015513?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7015513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/7015513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7015513' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6946954</id><published>2001-11-07T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T17:14:06.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engraçado , toda vez que tenho dúvidas sobre o caminho que estou seguindo acontece alguma coisa... &lt;br /&gt;Não que eu esteja completamente certa( até porque não tenho 100 % de certeza em nada...)&lt;br /&gt;mas 99,9% de chances de cinema ser A coisa que eu quero fazer pelo resto da minha vida( tá, eu poderia cantar ,se tivesse uma voz legal..)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tive vontade de chorar umas quatro vezes ( é, eu ando muito sensível mesmo) e duas por causa de cinema...&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia eu estava conversando com uma pessoa sobre a possibilidade de me " desapaixonar"  ou de sei ´lá isso não ser o que eu queira fazer ( o que seria provavel já que eu sou bem confusa)  e ele falou:  se vc se desapaixonasse, vc nunca mais seria capaz de se emocionar com o Alfredo projetando o filme na parede do sobrado....vc acha q isso é possível? eu acho q não....&lt;br /&gt;é impossível se desapaixonar pelo cinema....quem o ama , ama pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;É, disso eu tenho certeza... &lt;br /&gt;Nunca vou deixar de me emocinar com um bom filme ,assim como nunca vou deixar de me emocinar com uma música que tenha significado especial pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Alias ...&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante como eu choro facilmente , um absurdo!!!! poxa, não dá... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6946954?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6946954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6946954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6946954' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6923491</id><published>2001-11-06T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T20:43:11.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou com uma dor de cabeça muito estranha desde de sábado, acho que vou ao médico.. &lt;br /&gt;Bom ,mas isso não vem ao caso..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fomos para o  sitio da Roberta filmar ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava conversando com o Gabriel outro dia e chegamos a conclusão de que a faculdade vale pelas pessoas que conhecemos ( tirando ele é claro , que é um idiota intrometido)&lt;br /&gt;Começando por uma pessoa que se revelou panssexual... não é critica.. cada um tem liberdade pra fazer o que quiser da vida contanto que não se aproveite dos animais do sitio sem autorização do dono...&lt;br /&gt;Cara o Ravi é muito figura, uma das pessoas mais estranhas que já conheci ( no bom sentido) , é impossível saber o que ele está pensando  e mesmo falando tão pouco ele consegue ser engraçado &lt;br /&gt;E Daniel ,eu TINHA que conhecer você, tem algumas idéias suas que são muito parecidas com as minhas, sei lá .. você não é normal&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque estou falando isso , talvez porque não expresse o quanto gosto de vcs, e eu gosto mesmo!  &lt;br /&gt;Tá, que patético, esse foi um post idiota e não vai ter mais disso por aqui ...&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao meu estado normal..&lt;br /&gt;Tá, o filme:  não sei exatamente o que eu achei da filmagem em si, é um trabalho, tem que seguir alguns critérios por isso fica tudo muito limitado... &lt;br /&gt;Os figurantes chegaram atrasados, mas a cena da piscina ficou bem legal! :o)&lt;br /&gt;Quando o filme ficar pronto mesmo escrevo novamente... &lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é  só isso mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6923491?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6923491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6923491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6923491' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6893708</id><published>2001-11-05T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T20:15:59.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poxa, como fui esquecer a música das segundas nubladas??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was bad news&lt;br /&gt;In lettin' me love you&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby before you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was so scared&lt;br /&gt;I was a train wreck waitin' to happen&lt;br /&gt;On the way to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think it's kinda funny that you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that I'm crazy then you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Bein' a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now honey around you&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' so good&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you picked me up out of the rough&lt;br /&gt;And you polished me up and made me brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby before you, ho ho&lt;br /&gt;There was just a black hole&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was beat down, blacked out &lt;br /&gt;My darling you couldn't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Life as a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Life as a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... ho ...&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Oh ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6893708?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6893708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6893708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6893708' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6887932</id><published>2001-11-05T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T16:31:26.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe aquelas música que colam na sua cabeça e você não consegue parar de cantarolar???&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu recentemente com " All for you" da janet jackson ( ecow!!! é, eu sei...) e agora com essa aqui:&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me ( clara´s star)  ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo nem parar de escutar essa música!!! e por alguma razão ela me deixa bem alegrinha, o que é um saco &lt;br /&gt;porque eu odeio ficar com sorriso bobo na cara e ficar rindo de coisas idiotas ou sem motivo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falando em música ultimamente minha trilha sonora é( além de walk with me..) : the smiths, save ferris e sister hazel..&lt;br /&gt;não passa disso, não aguento mais escutar as mesmas músicas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6887932?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6887932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6887932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6887932' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6887236</id><published>2001-11-05T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T16:02:04.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esse ano já tentei quase todas as combinações possiveis... &lt;br /&gt;SEM namorado/ COM namorado/ achando meu namorado IDIOTA /achando meu namorado o melhor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;SEM psicologa / COM psicologa&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo a faculdade dos meus " sonhos" /fazendo cursinho/fazendo nada....&lt;br /&gt;Ficando em casa durante um mês/não parando em casa um minuto...&lt;br /&gt;em paz com a minha mãe/guerra com a minha mãe....&lt;br /&gt;Acho que cheguei a conclusão de que minha felicidade não depende de outra pessoa e nem do curso que eu faço &lt;br /&gt;Sei  lá...&lt;br /&gt;Achei que com 18 anos TUDO seria diferente&lt;br /&gt;Estaria morando sozinha, faculdade.... sabendo o que fazer da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;não é bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que começar a encarar as coisas de uma forma mais simples, só  viver e pronto&lt;br /&gt;mas não vai ser agora  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super TransAtlantic, I am sick and I am down&lt;br /&gt;Stupefied and tragic, I'm a clown&lt;br /&gt;Electric Omni-presence, I am forced beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;Exotic, bleeding, toxic, while I drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Down&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling superdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking like a spastic and I can't control my sound&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda weak, I'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in the desert yet I cannot find my way&lt;br /&gt;Unstable and neurotic, I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times your high&lt;br /&gt;Some times you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a leper at the first day of new school&lt;br /&gt;Having lost my balance I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, teasing, taunting, 'cause they don't see things my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm really wishing this would go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6887236?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6887236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6887236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6887236' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6840872</id><published>2001-11-03T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-03T17:49:25.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone to understand my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;and there you were&lt;br /&gt;With sweet love and devotion&lt;br /&gt;deeply touching my emotion&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes at night,&lt;br /&gt;wondering where would I be without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Everything I did was just a bore,&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before&lt;br /&gt;But you brightened up for me all of my days&lt;br /&gt;With a love so sweet in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were better to me than I've been to myself&lt;br /&gt;For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop and thank you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6840872?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6840872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6840872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6840872' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6834504</id><published>2001-11-03T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-03T10:54:20.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já contei essa história, mas vou contar novamente..&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar fazendo drama, sou dramática mesmo, mas e daí??&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha mais ou menos 9/10 anos meus pais me levaram à uma psicologa porque &lt;br /&gt;eu tinha " problemas de relacionamento" traduzindo: me isolava e tinha poucas amizades&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não tenho problema com isso ,afinal acho que grande parte da população é de idiotas&lt;br /&gt;Bom, continuando... &lt;br /&gt;Após alguns meses a psicologa falou que eu tinha medo de me envolver com alguém porque não &lt;br /&gt;queria perder essa pessoa... Acho que foi a única frase correta dela...&lt;br /&gt;Meu avô morreu quando eu tinha 5 anos, uma tia quando tinha mais ou menos 9&lt;br /&gt;meu pai quando eu tinha 12 e vivo 24 horas por dia com uma mãe me lembrando que ela tem várias doenças e que pode morrer&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer minuto... &lt;br /&gt;Hum... Acho que esse meu " medo" tem fundamento... &lt;br /&gt;Por que estou falando tudo isso????&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se eu fiz alguma coisa errada, não sei se sou má o suficiente pra merecer tudo  o que acontece comigo( é drama mesmo ,eu avisei antes...) &lt;br /&gt;Comprei um cachorro e adivinha só???? Talvez ele tenha um tumor e vá ser sacrificado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Menina levanta a mão pro céu, tem coisa muito pior por aí e vc fica fazendo drama por causa de um cachorro&lt;br /&gt;FODA-SE&lt;br /&gt;Acho que minha cota de pecados foi paga quando minha mãe ficou internada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6834504?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6834504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6834504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6834504' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6819327</id><published>2001-11-02T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T17:44:49.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou capaz de gritar&lt;br /&gt;e de te ofender&lt;br /&gt;De me machucar&lt;br /&gt;mas não de te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de chorar&lt;br /&gt;ser ridícula até não agüentar&lt;br /&gt;Posso bater com a cabeça na parede&lt;br /&gt;posso fingir que não sou inteligente&lt;br /&gt;posso pensar em vingança e traição&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ser cruel&lt;br /&gt;pra chamar sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço o que você quiser&lt;br /&gt;pra agradar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6819327?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6819327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6819327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6819327' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6809361</id><published>2001-11-02T09:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T09:10:58.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom.. no exato momento estou tentando arrumar a lista que eu fiz sobre mundo cão..&lt;br /&gt;é yahoo list... mas eu sou MUITO burra, não consigo nem controlar aquilo que todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;fala que é fácil... &lt;br /&gt;Eu devo ter algum problema...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é sexta, feriado ( que pena, perdi mais uma aula do Azulay)&lt;br /&gt;Isso é péssimo todos os feriados sempre na sexta! Logo a aula que eu mais gosto!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a isso aqui... Eu queria muito adicionar links e fotos , mas.... não sei..&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto fica assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6809361?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6809361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6809361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6809361' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6784017</id><published>2001-11-01T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-01T10:59:23.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá, já que resolvi fazer isso , vou fazer direito...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ninguém me conhece ... Sempre uso máscaras, tento ser quem não sou,&lt;br /&gt;tento passar um ar de indiferença que não é nem um pouco real...&lt;br /&gt;Estou falando tudo isso, mas provavelmente não vou mudar &lt;br /&gt;É muito dificil conseguir uma demonstração de afeto da minha parte &lt;br /&gt;e faço questão de que continue assim...&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma pessoa sensível, tudo me afeta, mas as pessoas não precisam saber disso&lt;br /&gt;Esse ar de indererença, afasta e é exatamente isso que quero&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me machucar, não quero me apegar  às pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Só que cansa, já não sei quem eu realmente sou&lt;br /&gt;" O seu problema é que vc não sabe quem é, e não sabe o que quer"&lt;br /&gt;Isso veio da pessoa que talvez mais me conheça...&lt;br /&gt;E até pra ele eu uso máscaras&lt;br /&gt;Não sei nem se o que estou escrevendo aqui é o que eu realmente penso&lt;br /&gt;O texto está confuso??? Pois é, eu sou confusa mesmo.. &lt;br /&gt;Seja mais concreta.. Escutei isso novamente&lt;br /&gt;COMO??? Como vou ser concreta???&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de rir das minhas piadas&lt;br /&gt;a ironia já não funciona mais.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6784017?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6784017' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194162.post-6782651</id><published>2001-11-01T09:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-01T09:27:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu primeiro post....&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi fazer um novo blog.. Por que???&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, acho que falei muita besteira no outro e coisas que não se aplicam mais... &lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente o que vou escrever por aqui, mas a função é mais ou menos a mesma: desabafar&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em alguma coisa pra escrever, mas esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Nome: Roberta F. Mathias&lt;br /&gt;Idade: 18&lt;br /&gt;Profissão: Estudante , cinema na estácio( é, novamente....)&lt;br /&gt;Signo: Capricórnio, ascendente capricórnio ( eu acho)&lt;br /&gt;Religião: olha, ultimamente nem em Deus eu acredito ( minha filha! que absurdo , sua familia é católica, vc estudou em uma escola católica" não fale isso... se seu pai estivesse vivo tudo seria diferente.. bla,bla,bla....)&lt;br /&gt;Especialidade: Falar merdas do tipo: Eu gosto de você, mas se você quiser ficar com outras garotas não tem problema&lt;br /&gt;Frustação: olha, eu queria ser música, mas não levo jeito &lt;br /&gt;Sonho: no momento, sair de casa , arrumar um emprego ( pra ganhar mais de 800 por mês hehehe) ,mas meu sonho mesmo é sumir , não , não serve morrer nem suicidio,eu queria SUMIR mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sonho de consumo: o fusca novo!, uma guitarra( já desisti...), um som JVC lindo, filmadora digital, uma FM2, a máscara da Enid, qualquer rupa da Krishna( é assim que escreve???), uma loja de CD ( tipow modern Sound), tudo o que eu vi em São Paulo PS: a lista é bem maior , mas estou esquecendo agora..&lt;br /&gt;A vida é.... : Olha, até que é legal , mas inútil... Não vejo sentido pra vida&lt;br /&gt;Tô sempre falando: Fala sério, Tipo assim, Báaaasico&lt;br /&gt;Filme: Cinema Paradiso&lt;br /&gt;Se vc fosse um desenho seria : provavlemente a Daria, a Docinho das meninas superpoderosas&lt;br /&gt;Música: Wonderful Tonight ( que eu escutei ao vivo no show do eric clapton!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser..: Olha serve a Jewel, mas queria mesmo a Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;sei lá&lt;br /&gt; tem mais alguma coisa que vcs queiram saber????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto ,tá bom por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tchau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194162-6782651?l=mundocao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6782651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194162/posts/default/6782651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundocao.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6782651' title=''/><author><name>Roberta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644025110002125064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
