<?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-3629037430759385872</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:58:57.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'>But that's when I ruled the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6009226080839440840</id><published>2009-10-08T16:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:54:50.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the deads!</title><content type='html'>geeeeeenteeeee&lt;br /&gt;eu seei, faz &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mileeenios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que eu nao posto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ser sincera, em partes foi por tempo, em partes por &lt;em&gt;preguiça&lt;/em&gt;.... (nao se sintam ofendidos, por favoor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beem, fico feliz em poder dizer que minha vida &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;melhorou&lt;/span&gt; consideravelmente desde a ultima vez que eu posteei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pessoal da minha sla está &lt;strong&gt;BEEEM &lt;/strong&gt;mais tranquilo, os meninos nao me enchem mais - pelo contrario, eu virei &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deles- minhas amigas continuam ao meu lado - mesmo as que mudaram de escola- minhas notas nao estao BOOOOAS mas estao todas acima da media, o que ja é um alivio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU FUI PRA EUROPAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serio, eu devia ter postado sobre isso antees... sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu passei 3 semanas em &lt;em&gt;Bournemouth&lt;/em&gt;, que é uma cidade de praia à duas hrs de Londres de trem e é uma graça. eu passei essas semanas estudando ingles e na ultima semana do mes de Julho nós fizemos um "tour" por assim dizer por mais algumas partes da europa. o que resultou em 2 dias em Paris e outros cinco na Italia passando por Veneza, Roma, Florença, e visitando rapidamente Toscana, Ovieto....&lt;br /&gt;a viagem foi &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, é só como posso descrever.&lt;br /&gt;o grupo com quem eu fui era &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEMAIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, os lugares incriveis...&lt;br /&gt;foi a melhor experiência da minha vida. &lt;strong&gt;de verdade....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, esse post vai ficar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOMERICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, (homerico nao tem mais acento, que estranho. Ok. comentariio &lt;em&gt;nerd&lt;/em&gt;) lo siento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a unica coisa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALMENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;merda que aconteceu foi a morte do Michael....&lt;br /&gt;seerio, eu sempre, &lt;em&gt;desde criança&lt;/em&gt; amei ele &lt;strong&gt;de paixão&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;na real o dia que ele morreu foi o mais escroto da minha vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tinha acabado de fazer uma prova de matematica que eu sabia que tinha ido mal (&lt;em&gt;realmente&lt;/em&gt;) e eu cheguei em casa e passei a tarde estudando historia- ou tentando-. só que eu nao tinha entendido &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt; da materia do bimestre... what means that... eu tive que repassar a materia inteiira.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, de noite, minha mae vendo tv e eu estudando. eu ja tava de saco cheio e nao tava nem na metade dos estudos- pois é- quando minha mae vira e fala "iih, filha, já era vc tentar encontrar o MJ em Londres" e eu, na inocência "pq??" e ela pega e fala - do mesmo jeito que vc &lt;em&gt;falaria que o farol de pedestre abriu&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq ele acabou de morrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMEQUIÉ!!!!!????&lt;/em&gt; eu achei que ela tivesse brincando... olhei pra tv "&lt;em&gt;MJ em coma, indo paara o Hosp."&lt;/em&gt; eu passei acho que as proximas duas horas sentada no chao na frente da tv chorando. as pessoas me ligando (uma vez que elas sabem da minha paixao platonica pelo Mike) e eu chorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;RESULTADO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; acordei com dor de cabeça d tanto chorar, me ferrei na prova de historia e fui viajar (&lt;em&gt;oh,yeah, no mesmo dia da prova&lt;/em&gt;) triste - mas melhorei no seg q entrei no aviao com a galera hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi isso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora eu continuo triste por isso e querendo mais do que tudo acreditar nas pessoas que dizem que ele está vivo e vai voltar e estou me matando na escola pra evitar o drama do ano passado de pegar rec em dezembro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, gentee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada pela paciencia, e eu prometo q vou tentar ser menos preguiçosa, okk!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6009226080839440840?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6009226080839440840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6009226080839440840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6009226080839440840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6009226080839440840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-deads.html' title='back from the deads!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5547179067840520689</id><published>2009-03-01T16:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:45:36.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumindooo</title><content type='html'>Eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;o feriado ja acabou faz tempo e eu não postei &lt;em&gt;nada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas é pra isso que eu estou aquii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;primeiro pra falar sobre o &lt;strong&gt;Oscar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu assisti fielmente (como faço todos os anos desde o dia em que resolvi ser atriz... tipo, uns... 1o, 11 anos atrás... hehe) e fiquei &lt;strong&gt;muito feliz&lt;/strong&gt; com alguns dos vencedores e nem tanto com outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMEI&lt;/em&gt; q o &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt; ganhou de melhor ator. Eu acho que ele mereceu 100%. Também adorei que a &lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt; levou o prêmio de melhor atriz, por mais que eu ache q a &lt;strong&gt;Meryl&lt;/strong&gt; tbm merecesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;agora, não concordei com &lt;strong&gt;Slumdog Millionarie&lt;/strong&gt; ganhar o Oscar de melhor filme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O filme pode ser bom ( eu assisti ontem) &lt;em&gt;tudo bem&lt;/em&gt;. Concordo. Mas não é &lt;strong&gt;tudo isso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Na minha (&lt;em&gt;modestíssima&lt;/em&gt;) opinião, &lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt; merecia mto mais. &lt;strong&gt;Dúvida&lt;/strong&gt; tbm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maaas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahh... tbm fiquei meio "triste" qdo o &lt;strong&gt;Heath&lt;/strong&gt; ganhou de melhor ator coadjuvante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não me levem a mal, eu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; o Heath, acho que ele ficou MTOOO bom de curinga, mas preferia que o &lt;strong&gt;Phillip&lt;/strong&gt; ganhasse. Acho que ele merecia tanto quanto o Ledger. Até pq eu não sou mto&lt;em&gt; fã&lt;/em&gt; desse negócio de prêmio póstumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas de um modo geral, gostei do &lt;strong&gt;Oscar&lt;/strong&gt;, achei q a &lt;strong&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt; estava ABSOLUTAMENTE linda, AMEI o &lt;strong&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/strong&gt; cantando no começo, e td mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;agora, só mais um pouco de paciência, por favor, eu já estou acabando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ontem (sábado) eu, a &lt;strong&gt;Helô&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;Carol,&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;Rafa&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;Vica&lt;/strong&gt; fomos assistir &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionarie&lt;/em&gt;, por que o professor de port pediu (a Carol saiu da escola, mas agnt chamou ela, lógico).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O filme é bom, mas eu achei um pouco cansativo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Agora, o melhor era a Rafa rindo &lt;strong&gt;NO MEIO&lt;/strong&gt; do filme por razão nenhuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e claro, agnt ria tbm... (baixinho pra n atrapalhar ninguém)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;foi mto bom meu dia.. logo q o filme acabou, a Rafa foi embora, a Vica tbm foi logo depois, mas eu a Cah e a Helo ainda ficamos um pouco no &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;encontramos duas meninas que estudavam com a gente (uma mudou de escola e outra repetiu) e apesar de agnt nem ser amiga delas nem nda elas foram &lt;em&gt;super simpáticas&lt;/em&gt; e até falaram pra gnt ficar lá com elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(agnt nao ficou pq já tavamos indo embora...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e foi isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;no próximo fds eu falo como foi a semana, ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beeeijooos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5547179067840520689?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5547179067840520689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5547179067840520689' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5547179067840520689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5547179067840520689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/resumindooo.html' title='Resumindooo'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-650652210690008587</id><published>2009-02-24T16:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:53:49.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ PRA DIZER</title><content type='html'>gente, eu não estou tendo tempo de postar. serio mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;meu tempo está sendo dividido entre: liçao de casa/estudar, brigar com o meu grupo de física, e -quando sobra tempo - ver um filme.&lt;br /&gt;eu nem entrei no pc esses dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, vamos ver se até o final do feriado eu tomo vergonha na cara e escrevo alguma coisa por aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho umas coisas para contar, mas serio - nao me xinguem, por favor - eu nao estou no clima para elaborar uma boa postagem. Não agora, pelo menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais tarde eu escrevo, ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo, beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-650652210690008587?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/650652210690008587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=650652210690008587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/650652210690008587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/650652210690008587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-pra-dizer.html' title='SÓ PRA DIZER'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-39132997654710314</id><published>2009-02-13T21:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:27:51.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>por que eu prefiro ler um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As aulas recomeçaram e com ela as lições, provas, e claro, brisas com as amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bem, como as nossas aulas de História do Brasil são realmente legais (não são chatas, mas, sei lá, elas dão sono.... ) eu e a &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; (vulgo, Drama Queen) ficamos escrevendo histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;agora estamos escrevendo uma de &lt;em&gt;suspense&lt;/em&gt; que está ficando super boa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amanhã eu posto o começo dela e se vcs gostarem qdo estiver pronta eu posto inteira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, hj o pessoal (&lt;strong&gt;D, H, C, A&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;strong&gt; MM&lt;/strong&gt;) foi no cinema. eu (&lt;em&gt;quelle surprise&lt;/em&gt;) não fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;primeiro pq hj começou meu inglês, e segundo pq eu &lt;strong&gt;não tava afim&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eles - supostamente - foram ver "&lt;em&gt;sexta feira 13&lt;/em&gt;", mas desistiram e assistiram "&lt;em&gt;Sim, Senhor".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAÇAS A DEUS&lt;/strong&gt; que eu não fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ério, gente, eu gosto de comédia. De verdade, gosto mesmo. Mas assistir "Sim, senhor" &lt;em&gt;NO CINEMA&lt;/em&gt; é um insulto à minha inteligência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Juro por Deus que eu não pago R$10 pra ver essa merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me chama pra ver "&lt;em&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/em&gt;" que eu &lt;strong&gt;vou&lt;/strong&gt; e vou feliz. Me chama pra ver "A&lt;em&gt; troca&lt;/em&gt;", (que eu vi, por sinal) "&lt;em&gt;benjamin button&lt;/em&gt;" (que eu tbm vi e é muito bom), "&lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt;"(vi tbm, hehe) que eu to lá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E  se vc quiser ver uma comédia, ou um filme mais light, me chama pra ver "&lt;em&gt;Burn after reading&lt;/em&gt;" (que-UAU- eu vi)  ou "&lt;em&gt;coração de tinta&lt;/em&gt;" (que eu vi 2 vezes no cinema) e eu vou &lt;strong&gt;COM CERTEZA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas &lt;em&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/em&gt; no cinema &lt;strong&gt;NÃO DA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;era isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;até amanhã ou domingo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-39132997654710314?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/39132997654710314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=39132997654710314' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/39132997654710314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/39132997654710314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-que-eu-prefiro-ler-um-livro.html' title='por que eu prefiro ler um livro'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4900687355984206766</id><published>2009-02-06T20:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:14:51.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>é, gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;eu sobrevivi à primeira semana de aula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até que depois daquele segundo dia &lt;strong&gt;desastroso&lt;/strong&gt;, as coisas melhoraram...&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais de meninos idiotas enxendo o saco, nem de populares dando em cima do cara q vc está afim (pra falar a verdade, eu nao sei onde as populares chatas se meteram. não vi nenhuma delas ainda esse ano. &lt;em&gt;graças a Deus&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu até fiz amizade com um cara novo. o &lt;strong&gt;M.&lt;/strong&gt; ele é super gente fina e agora passa o intervalo com a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, o meu professor de física é uma &lt;strong&gt;comédia&lt;/strong&gt;. Sério. o cara conta uma piada, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da piada dele, e pra coroar, quando a gente ri (normalmente da &lt;em&gt;risada dele&lt;/em&gt; q é mais engraçada do que a piada em si) ele fica contente achando q&lt;strong&gt; abafou&lt;/strong&gt;. hasuhauhs&lt;br /&gt;mas ele é &lt;strong&gt;SUPER legal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;em&gt;adoro&lt;/em&gt; ele.&lt;br /&gt;e pra falar a verdade, nao tem nenhum professor q eu fale - porra, que saco, ter aula com esse cara. Não. os profs tão legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpa, o post vai ficar meio homérico, maaas... eu to com preguiça de começar outro (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu queria contar (sabe deus pq, mas me deu vontade então eu vou falar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hj eu fui assistir &lt;em&gt;Dúvida&lt;/em&gt; (com o &lt;em&gt;Philip Hoffman&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/em&gt;). O filme é &lt;strong&gt;ótimo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu gostei muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e apesar do que mta gente pensa, o filme não trata como tema principal da pedofilia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ele mostra a visão de um padre que é a favor da igreja progressista e de uma freira contra essas mudanças. E isso através da briga para provar a culpa ou inocência na acusação de que o padre é pedófilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;depois que acabou o filme eu estava com fome. Mas não estava com &lt;em&gt;vontade de jantar&lt;/em&gt;. Então fui num café que tem perto de casa e tomei um &lt;strong&gt;chocolate quente&lt;/strong&gt; e comi um &lt;strong&gt;pão com manteiga na chapa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Simples. Rapido. E &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUITO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gostoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tem festa aqui em casa, da minha madrinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e hj é aniversário de uma amiga minha. A &lt;strong&gt;P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday everyone!!! haushaus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Beeijos, gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até a proximaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4900687355984206766?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4900687355984206766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4900687355984206766' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4900687355984206766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4900687355984206766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-gente.html' title='é, gente'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3404002450851418555</id><published>2009-01-30T22:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:49:05.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>É...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as aulas recomeçaram...&lt;br /&gt;e apesar de hj só ter sido o segundo dia de aula, eu ja tenho vontade de &lt;em&gt;MATAR&lt;/em&gt; uns certos colegas de classe, meus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos contar do começo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRIMEIRO DIA:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma notícia boa!! O&lt;strong&gt; D&lt;/strong&gt; não estava certo e não só a &lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;ta na minha sala, como a &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;MV&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;BLA &lt;/strong&gt;tbm estão.&lt;br /&gt;Maaas, o &lt;strong&gt;D &lt;/strong&gt;e o &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;estavam em outra salaa &lt;strong&gt;:'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beem, minha sala não está tããão ruim... qr dizer, &lt;strong&gt;TEM&lt;/strong&gt; alguns dos meninos mais chatos da série... mas sempre teem, então... &lt;em&gt;fazer o que??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnt conheceu os professores, fizemos prova - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YEAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. prova. - Mas era só pq esse ano tem duas turmas de Inglês, intermediária e avançada, e o teste era pra definir em q turma ficariamos...&lt;br /&gt;E de uma forma geral, tudo correu bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SEGUNDO DIA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, boy&lt;/em&gt;. q vontade q eu tive de pegar a cabeça de uns caras chatos (e populares) e bater com ela na mesa com a maior força possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Porque?"&lt;/em&gt; vc pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bem... nós tivemos um momento de &lt;strong&gt;"integração&lt;/strong&gt;" onde, depois de ver um filme &lt;em&gt;("Gênio Indomável"&lt;/em&gt;) nós nos reunimos em grupos para pensar em uma cena, que vai ser interpretada pela &lt;em&gt;SALA INTEIRA&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;APRESENTADA PARA AS OUTRAS SALAS &lt;/strong&gt;(se bem q eu não acho isso exatamenteum grande drama do mundo... não o maior, pelo menos). O começo do trabalho foi tranquilo, o meu grupo era com a &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;MV...&lt;/strong&gt; Mas depois agnt teve q se juntar com o &lt;strong&gt;MF&lt;/strong&gt;, com o &lt;strong&gt;GH&lt;/strong&gt;  e com o &lt;strong&gt;BT&lt;/strong&gt; (esse último é novo &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;surpreeesaaaa&lt;/em&gt; - um saco) só que os idiotas citados, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;NÃO TINHAM IDÉIA NENHUMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;só q não acabou por aí. Claro que não. por que desgraça pouca é bobagem...&lt;br /&gt;Eles não só reclamaram das NOSSAS idéias, como, quando agnt pediu para eles darem uma sugestão, &lt;strong&gt;XINGARAM&lt;/strong&gt; agnt &lt;em&gt;NA NOSSA CARA.&lt;/em&gt; E para completar a desgraça, um outro menino chato q estava na minha classe ano passado, começou a falar q era assim msm, q agnt era &lt;strong&gt;chata &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;BARRAQUEIRA&lt;/strong&gt;, só pq agnt mandou um amigo dele calar a boca. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu não mereço isso. Não no SEGUNDO dia de aula, Não desses idiotas.&lt;br /&gt;Eles me acham barraqueira? Ah, eu vou apresentar para eles meu lado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ASSASSINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, então. Quem sabe DESSA personalidade minha eles gostam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, sério, gente.&lt;br /&gt;é demais para a minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa boa de hj foi q eu descobri q minha professora de espanhol é legal e o meu prof de Física é PERFEITO. (perfeito, legal. não pefeito gato. se bem q ele tem um olho azul invejável...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e obrigada por aguentarem meu desabafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3404002450851418555?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3404002450851418555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3404002450851418555' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3404002450851418555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3404002450851418555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7378008626378173432</id><published>2009-01-26T19:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:13:41.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hoje DEFINITIVAMENTE não foi o meu melhor dia...&lt;br /&gt;Isso porque eu estou pintando o meu quarto (isso não é ruim) mas a minha mãe, insistiu em comprar só uma lata de tinta, mesmo eu dizendo para ela que ia faltar.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, faltou... (&lt;em&gt;quelle surprise!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;até aí sem &lt;strong&gt;grandes&lt;/strong&gt; problemas...&lt;br /&gt;Até q ela sugeriu q a gnt fosse comprar mais... apesar da garoa... (o que ta sussa, ja q eu &lt;strong&gt;gosto&lt;/strong&gt; de chuva)&lt;br /&gt;Nós fomos (a pé). Melhor dizendo, &lt;strong&gt;TENTAMOS&lt;/strong&gt; ir.&lt;br /&gt;a chuva apertou um pouco e ela sugeriu que entrassemos em uma loja para esperar a chuva passar.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas a chuva &lt;strong&gt;não queria passar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, ela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PIOROU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E quer saber? a rua - único caminho para a minha doce casa- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALAGOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. E ai de quem falar que eu estou exagerando, que só bairro pobre alaga! Alagou e MUITO! a água chegava a entrar na loja (que tem um degrau de uns bons &lt;strong&gt;40 cm&lt;/strong&gt;! sem exageros).&lt;br /&gt;Realmente uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;ficamos presas la na loja por 2h30 até q a água baixou e nós pudemos voltar para casa... &lt;em&gt;SEM a minha tinta. &lt;/em&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... pode-se dizer que eu aprendi coisas valiosas hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a partir de hj, se eu tiver q escolher entre andar com a minha mãe de guarda-chuva, ou sozinha &lt;strong&gt;NA chuva&lt;/strong&gt;, vou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ficar com a &lt;em&gt;segunda&lt;/em&gt; opção. (minha mãe não tem capacidade de andar de guarda-chuva. Ela mais me molhou do que qualquer outra coisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;minha mãe é feita de açucar, já que preferiu entrar numa loja do que em cinco minutos voltar para casa de baixo de uma garoa MÍNIMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;se eu tiver que comprar qualquer coisa pra mim, e estiver garoando, &lt;strong&gt;EU VOU SOZINHA, MUITO OBRIGADA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nunca mais vou deixar alguem jogar lixo no chão na minha frente. eu vou é dar uma bela &lt;strong&gt;porrada&lt;/strong&gt; no plexo solar do infeliz por intupir nossos bueiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E se eu -por acaso- estiver com a minha mãe e começar a garoar, vou deixar q ela entre SOZINHA em alguma loja, e vou voltar para &lt;strong&gt;casa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;por hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Beeeeijos, gentee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7378008626378173432?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7378008626378173432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7378008626378173432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7378008626378173432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7378008626378173432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-1106504043925829314</id><published>2009-01-25T11:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:49:29.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too good, not that bad...</title><content type='html'>Saiu a lista provisória das salas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso sempre causa muito nervoso, afinal a gente sempre quer saber a nossa sala, se estamos com os nossos amigos, se tem bastante gente nova...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beem...&lt;br /&gt;esse ano, as salas (provisórias) são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em uma sala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Helo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; em outra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vica, Rafa, Bruninha, Lolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente, a única que gostou da divisão fui eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso por que eu nunca fiquei numa sala &lt;em&gt;SÓ&lt;/em&gt; com a Helo e acho q isso pode nos aproximar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tambem estou feliz por nao estar na sala do Lolo. tipo ele é nosso amigo, mas ficar na sala dele &lt;strong&gt;É&lt;/strong&gt; um inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vamos pensar: (Vica e Daniel que eu sei q definitivamente &lt;strong&gt;NÃO GOSTARAM&lt;/strong&gt; da lista) isso é &lt;strong&gt;provisório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pode ser que pouca coisa mude e acabe ficando mesmo assim? Pode!&lt;br /&gt;Mas até sair a lista oficial mostrando isso, &lt;strong&gt;SEM DRAMAS&lt;/strong&gt;, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Nem a Drama Queen estressou (muito) com a lista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, se ficar mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt; gostei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-1106504043925829314?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1106504043925829314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=1106504043925829314' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/1106504043925829314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/1106504043925829314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-too-good-not-that-bad.html' title='Not too good, not that bad...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4750025421213123152</id><published>2009-01-23T17:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:50:41.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-34.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158304583220&amp;amp;site=widget-34.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158304583220&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p1/504403158304583220/bb_t048_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXobEn3NejI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BLCWcx1PMqM/s400/me.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXoa_ngOquI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nuh2mHkMGFM/s1600-h/helo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294573992165681890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXoa_ngOquI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nuh2mHkMGFM/s400/helo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DQ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;meu amoor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse post é só para dizer q eu te adoro DEMAIS.&lt;br /&gt;não importa se a nossa familia se odeie, não importa se agnt briga de vez em quando, não importa q agnt nao caia na mesma sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc vai ser sempre uma das minhas BFF EEEEEEE minha futura Mother Of Honor!!!!!! hsuhasuhs&lt;br /&gt;E minha meia-cunhada! &lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; eu vou ser da sua familiaaa....&lt;br /&gt;ashaushaushuahsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXoa2kVbdoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rFHn0Y9dk-8/s1600-h/us.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-840126711451452391?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/840126711451452391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=840126711451452391' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/840126711451452391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/840126711451452391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-drama-queen.html' title='My little Drama Queen'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXobEn3NejI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BLCWcx1PMqM/s72-c/me.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5332623166408766175</id><published>2009-01-20T15:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:54:30.298-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara noova!!!</title><content type='html'>Oi gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu resolvi mudar um pouco a cara do meu blog!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, ele já estava com aquele cabeçalho há um tempinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;também tem uma nova enquete! Particepem, Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e como sempre, eu peço a vcs pra continuarem postando, opinando, desabafando...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, essas coisas de sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5332623166408766175?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5332623166408766175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5332623166408766175' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5332623166408766175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5332623166408766175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/cara-noova.html' title='Cara noova!!!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4109762335473811584</id><published>2009-01-18T20:15:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:40:58.809-02:00</updated><title type='text'>verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXOrG31J0aI/AAAAAAAAASY/ek64YjLXHMM/s1600-h/87107517_f046b72604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762121644921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXOrG31J0aI/AAAAAAAAASY/ek64YjLXHMM/s400/87107517_f046b72604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava lendo o blog da Mari (the-nutcracker.blogspot.com) e ela falou (escreveu, no caso)  uma coisa que é bem verdade: No final da primavera, começo de verão, todas as revistas falam de como fazer seu amor de verão dar certo, dão dicas de lugares ótimos para aproveitar com as amigas e sempre tem aquelas histórias de verão de meninas onde elas passaram férias MARAVILHOSAS com as amigas, foram em todas as baladas, foram na praia todo dia e até arranjaram um ficante/namorado.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que no MEU verão nunca acontece nada disso...&lt;br /&gt;é raro eu sair de São Paulo e tbm quase nunca vejo as minhas amigas, já que elas vão viajar. O mais extraordinário que pode acontecer é eu ir pra casa do meu pai em Alphaville e levar uma amiga. Aí sim é legal. por que na casa do meu pai eu posso fazer absolutamente qualquer coisa que eu queira, e no condominio dele tem de tudo: quadra de futebol, de tenis, de volei, tem clube, academia e fica no meio do mato (literalmente) o que acaba rendendo muitas fotos de nascer e por-do-sol (da pra ver os dois da casa) e alguns dias relamente legais.&lt;br /&gt;Mais não tem nada de muito glamoroso. Nada de praias paradisíacas com caras lindos de morrer, nada de altas viagens com as minhas amigas, nada de altas baladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinceramente, eu nao me importo.&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto de ficar em São Paulo, ler todos os livros que eu quiser, relaxar, ir no parque do Ibirapuera, de vez enquando dar um rolê no shopping e (quase sempre) encontrar alguém do colégio lá e jogar um pouco de conversa fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer pacato, mas me agrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4109762335473811584?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4109762335473811584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4109762335473811584' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4109762335473811584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4109762335473811584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/vero.html' title='verão'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXOrG31J0aI/AAAAAAAAASY/ek64YjLXHMM/s72-c/87107517_f046b72604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-909293454555052878</id><published>2009-01-18T19:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:50:58.357-02:00</updated><title type='text'>recebi meu 1º MEME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sabrina, muito obrigada pelo MEME,  e pelo selinhoq vc já tinha deixado...&lt;br /&gt;é muito bom saber q vc le o meu blog e gostaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então, vamos lá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sete Pecados!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Gula: consiste em comer além do necessário e a toda hora&lt;br /&gt;2) Avareza: é a cobiça de bens materiais e dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;3) Inveja: desejar atributos, status, posse e habilidades de outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;4) Ira: é a junção dos sentimentos de raiva, ódio, rancor que às vezes é incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;5) Soberba: é caracterizado pela falta de humildade de uma pessoa, alguém que se acha auto-suficiente&lt;br /&gt;6) Luxúria: apego aos prazeres carnais&lt;br /&gt;7) Preguiça: aversão a qualquer tipo de trabalho ou esforço físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minhas respostaaas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Gula:&lt;/strong&gt; ok. admito. Chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Avareza:&lt;/strong&gt; Bolsas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Inveja:&lt;/strong&gt; huuum.. difícil, eu nao sinto INVEJA, inveja de algo/alguém... mas acho no caso posso falar q tenho inveja das pessoas q tem liberdade para fazer o que quiserem, sem ter de dar satisfação para alguém...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Ira:&lt;/strong&gt; sem dúvida nenhuma os problemas mundiais e a falta de preocupaçao das pessoas em relaçao a isso. nada me tira mais do sério do que isso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Soberba:&lt;/strong&gt; as vezes me acho superior e melhor do que os outros (por favor, não me odeiem!), apesar de não agir de acordo com o que eu acho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Luxúria:&lt;/strong&gt; putz... de verdade, não sei dizer... (se eu descobrir, falo em outro post)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Preguiça:&lt;/strong&gt; haha. esse daí ferra com muita gente... Eu tenho uma preguiça do cão de sair de manhã, logo que eu acordo, ou quando eu ja estava sentada, relaxada... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Regras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Passar para 8 blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Avisar e Linkar os blogs escolhidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Publicar suas respostas no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem, agora vamos aos blogs para quem eu repasso:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://garotaviajantee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garotaviajantee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cahmaluka.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cahmaluka.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-nutcracker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-nutcracker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiningteens.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shiningteens.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://biahloveandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://biahloveandmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://srtapera.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://srtapera.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dessejeitoaqui.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dessejeitoaqui.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeljustgreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://feeljustgreat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;é isso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um Beeijo, gente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e obrigada por lerem meu blog!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o apoio de vcs é fundamental, para mim!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-909293454555052878?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/909293454555052878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=909293454555052878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/909293454555052878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/909293454555052878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/recebi-meu-1-meme.html' title='recebi meu 1º MEME!!!!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6533673070454450606</id><published>2009-01-14T18:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:06:07.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OI OIii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;faz um tempinho, eu seeei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é q minha internet nao tava funcionaaando.. só voltou hj...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu tenho umaaa novidade ÓTIMAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GANHEI UM SELINHOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SW5QUdTnEDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ZBY2qa0VoQ/s1600-h/premio-dardos_thumb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291254924601397298" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SW5QUdTnEDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ZBY2qa0VoQ/s400/premio-dardos_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, MUUUUITOOOO obrigada, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sabrina Vaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entãaao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; 1) Exibir a imagem do selo;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Linkar o blog pelo qual você recebeu a indicação;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 3) Escolher 15 outros blogs a quem entregar o Prêmio Dardos;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 4) E avisá-los, claro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;os blogs escolhidos são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://garotaviajantee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garotaviajantee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://wwwtelefoneocupado.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wwwtelefoneocupado.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://cahmaluka.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cahmaluka.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://biahloveandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://biahloveandmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://lilacstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lilacstar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://srtapera.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://srtapera.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://shiningteens.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shiningteens.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://the-nutcracker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-nutcracker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://ddlvrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ddlvrs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//meu-inferno.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://http//meu-inferno.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.volume-control.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.volume-control.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://looohrayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://looohrayne.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://filhotedecruzcredo.zip.net/"&gt;http://filhotedecruzcredo.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://dessejeitoaqui.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dessejeitoaqui.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeljustgreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://feeljustgreat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uffaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conseguii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais uma vez, MUITO obrigada, Sabrinaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beeeijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6533673070454450606?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6533673070454450606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6533673070454450606' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6533673070454450606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6533673070454450606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/oi-oiii.html' title='OI OIii'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SW5QUdTnEDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ZBY2qa0VoQ/s72-c/premio-dardos_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2761637280076115836</id><published>2008-12-23T21:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:31:40.581-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BOAS FESTAAAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SVFzZiBCoHI/AAAAAAAAASI/lGkEKfGfFDc/s1600-h/arvore+n.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283130720347398258" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SVFzZiBCoHI/AAAAAAAAASI/lGkEKfGfFDc/s400/arvore+n.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Meu DEEEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outro &lt;/em&gt;ano já está acabandoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;como asssiimm???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mas sério gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aproveitem o Natal (para quem comemora), façam muitos desejos pra 2009 (e poucas promessas impossíveis), aproveitem para mostrar para as pessoas q vc ama o quanto elas são especiais, mande a dieta pro Inferno e coma tudo q vc quiser, aproveite os presentees....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tudo de bommm MESMO pra vcs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;obrigada por terem postado aqui esse ano, por terem me apoiado e tudo mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FELIZ NATAAAAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tudo de bom para nóóss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beijos, gentee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2761637280076115836?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2761637280076115836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2761637280076115836' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2761637280076115836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2761637280076115836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/boas-festaaas.html' title='BOAS FESTAAAS'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SVFzZiBCoHI/AAAAAAAAASI/lGkEKfGfFDc/s72-c/arvore+n.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5075140783729146803</id><published>2008-12-21T20:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:10:29.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'>luzes, camera, AÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SU7M3gZKmXI/AAAAAAAAASA/HeM8lDtaodY/s1600-h/clqt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282384666912528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SU7M3gZKmXI/AAAAAAAAASA/HeM8lDtaodY/s400/clqt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SU7MSGi8tSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/y0ca_b_-Etc/s1600-h/clqt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu nao sei c vcs sabem, mas eu &lt;strong&gt;AMO &lt;/strong&gt;atuar. De verdade. Sou completamente apaixonada por atuação e já tenho um romance com o palco do meu colégio: Nos oito anos que eu estudo lá, não teve UM que eu não subi naquele palco para me apresentar. (até coral eu já fiz, por dois anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De menina perdida em acampamento, passando por bruxa e até mesmo Maria (peça da catequese. fiquei da primeira a ultima cena no palco!!!) já cheguei até a ser uma filha rebelde, na peça mais recente, que foi uma adaptação de "A partilha" de Miguel Falabella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu estou realmente considerando a possibildade de seguir a carreira de atriz. E o melhor é que os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meus pais me dão a maior força. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bem, era só para deixar registrada uma das minhas maiores paixões. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BEIJOOOOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S.: tenho que agradecer de coração ao meu querido professor de teatro Rafael Masini, por ter me ajudado esse ano inteiroo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5075140783729146803?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5075140783729146803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5075140783729146803' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5075140783729146803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5075140783729146803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/luzes-camera-ao.html' title='luzes, camera, AÇÃO'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SU7M3gZKmXI/AAAAAAAAASA/HeM8lDtaodY/s72-c/clqt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5444976533977617178</id><published>2008-12-16T20:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:04:26.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of your world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SUgzxY76pEI/AAAAAAAAARw/0mvlNHFsblk/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280527486692271170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SUgzxY76pEI/AAAAAAAAARw/0mvlNHFsblk/s400/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sério. eu to &lt;strong&gt;péssima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não só pq eu peguei recuperaçao de dezembro em mat e perdi duas semanas das minhas férias, mas pq eu nao sinto mais a mesma coisa ao ficar - ou nao- perto das minhas amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez elas tenham mudado, mas eu acho que o mais provavel e que &lt;strong&gt;quem tenha mudado tenha sido eu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sla. eu nao faço mais questao de ficar perto delas. de fazer parte dos programas (na falta de palavra melhor) delas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu ja tava assim ha um tempo, só que agora, nesse começo de ferias, eu to mais afastadas delas do que nunca. e nao só fisicamente. eu me &lt;strong&gt;sinto&lt;/strong&gt; distante delas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;elas ja marcaram de fazer reuninao na casa de uma delas duas vezes: uma era aniversario de uma menina que anda com a gente mas n eh tanto minha amiga. eu nao fui pq nao fui convidada. na segunda vez foi na casa da minha ex melhor amiga e e&lt;strong&gt; fui convidada mas nao apareci&lt;/strong&gt; pq tinha outras coisas pra fazer. outras coisas com que me preocupar ( a rec era uma delas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e hj eles foram no cinema mais como eu to na casa do meu pai (q nao eh es SP) eu nao fui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu nao faço mais &lt;strong&gt;nada &lt;/strong&gt;com essas pessoas que antes eu julgava tao &lt;strong&gt;fundamentais&lt;/strong&gt;. e mesmo se eu faço, eu me sinto &lt;strong&gt;deixada d lado&lt;/strong&gt;. eles estao bem mais unidos e eu =até por nao ter ficado na sala deles esse ano (pois eh. colocaram todos os meus amigos - com excessao da Vica - em uma sala, e eu em outra. NICE.) = nao estou mais "dentro'" desse grupo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ao mesmo tempo que eu ficava com &lt;strong&gt;raiva &lt;/strong&gt;por nao estar participando das "reunioes"e encontros deles, eu sabia que eu &lt;strong&gt;nao fazia questao&lt;/strong&gt; de ir. so sentia raiva por ter sido deixada de lado. ciumes pq meus amigos nao estavam me dando a &lt;strong&gt;importancia&lt;/strong&gt; que eu dei para eles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu nao quero ficar &lt;strong&gt;sozinha,&lt;/strong&gt; sem amigos. mas tambem nao quero ficar com pessoas onde eu tenha que ser &lt;strong&gt;falsa &lt;/strong&gt;e fingir estar bem e feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pq eu nao estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu estou me sentindo sozinha e arrasada. só que q ninguém sabe - ou se importa- com isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijooos, gente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e Boas ferias!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5444976533977617178?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5444976533977617178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5444976533977617178' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5444976533977617178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5444976533977617178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-of-your-world.html' title='Part of your world'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SUgzxY76pEI/AAAAAAAAARw/0mvlNHFsblk/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-341069854729723491</id><published>2008-10-14T23:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:27:00.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nao fui pro club med, maaas...</title><content type='html'>como vcs sabem , eu não fui pro club med com a galera do meu colégio, mas quer saber a verdade? eu me diverti pra caramba nesse meu "feriado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na sexta eu cheguei da escola, almocei e fui assistir House... parei um pouco para arrumar a minha mala pra casa do meu pai e as 22h começou um dos filmes que eu mais amo nessa vida: a janela secreta. o filme tinha comercial, e eu estava MEGA cansada, então no segundo que o filme terminou eu caí na cama e dormi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sábado eu vim aqui pra casa do meu pai, e nós fomos no shopping comprar presente de dia das crianças para os meus irmãos... e eu acabei descolando uma calça jeans LINDA da M.Officer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em casa, meu pai montou uma casinha (daquelas que tem sempre em play ground nos prédios) para os meus irmão brincarem "fora de casa"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no domingo, eu acordei com o pouco barulho que meus lindos irmãos faziam, tomei café e fui pra piscina que tem na casa... fiquei lá até 12h, saí, tomei banho e sequei meu cabelo no sol (AMO fazer isso) lendo o livro "anarquistas graças a deus", almocei, brinquei com meus irmaos e fiquei no pc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje e na segunda eu fiz as mesmas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode parecer maçante, mas eu gosto dessa rotina tranquila, ficar sentada na rede da varanda lendo um livro enquanto meu cabelo seca no sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o que eu acreditava que ia ser um feriado deprimente (por nao estar na viagem), se tornou um belo dum spa caseiro.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei se amanhã vai dar pra postar, pq ja vou estar em casa de novo, onde nao posso ligar o pc a qualquer minuto, mas fim de semana que vem eu posto sem falta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeeijooooss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e bom dia dos professores pra td mundooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-341069854729723491?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/341069854729723491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=341069854729723491' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/341069854729723491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/341069854729723491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/nao-fui-pro-club-med-maaas.html' title='nao fui pro club med, maaas...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8324729215112311193</id><published>2008-10-14T14:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:28:06.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra elAs - parte 3 (só pra saber)</title><content type='html'>para voces terem noção de como as meninas que sofrem de distúrbios alimentares se sentem e se enxergam, deem uma olhada nesse vídeo: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLEXkJA3KlM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLEXkJA3KlM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitas de vocês provavelmente já viram, ele já foi passado na TV...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-8324729215112311193?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8324729215112311193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=8324729215112311193' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8324729215112311193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8324729215112311193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-pra-elas-parte-3-s-pra-saber.html' title='só pra elAs - parte 3 (só pra saber)'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4129246938580900251</id><published>2008-10-14T13:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:24:00.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra elAs - parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTSSnnTUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YUZASIVzqEc/s1600-h/o_abkontakt-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTQSaDUuUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C0guJDJUtGY/s1600-h/26_MVG_cult_gisele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257055679697697090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTQSaDUuUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C0guJDJUtGY/s400/26_MVG_cult_gisele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;em busca do corpo perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sejamos honestas: que menina não sonha em ter um corpo como o da Gisele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que menina nunca olhou pra ela, suspirando, pensando como seria bom ter um corpasso igual ao dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou pela magreza, ou pela altura, ou pela barriga (ou a falta dela, no caso), ou pelo cabelo, ou pelos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;todas ja sonharam (ou vao sonhar) pelo menos uma vez na vida em ter um corpo como o dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;muitas meninas inclusive tentam ter essa magreza toda, só que algumas dessas meninas começam a fazer besteiras, como entrar na onda da bulimia/anorexia só para ser mais magra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas o que mais assuta, é que &lt;strong&gt;muitas das meninas bulimicas e anorexicas, já são magras!!!&lt;/strong&gt; só que elas não percebem isso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elas se acham feias, gordas... e por causa disso resolvem parar de comer, colocar pra fora tudo o que come (com laxantes, diuréicos ou vomitando) e acabam não só se tornando feias (por que, me perdoe, mas excesso de magreza &lt;strong&gt;NAO é bonito&lt;/strong&gt;) e com dezenas de problemas de saúde, como anemia, subnutrição, desidratação, etc,etc,etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;agora,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; não é toda menina que quer ser magra q desenvolve disturbios alimentares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... o que causa isso é o psicológico da pessoa. se ela está sob mto estresse, pressão, se ela se sente cobrada a ser bonita (modelos, por exemplo) ou tem problemas em casa (com a familia) ela pode desenvolver esses distúrbios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;então, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;se você conhece alguém que esteja passando por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tente conversar com a pessoa, e se não funcionar, não tenha medo de bancar a chata e conversar com os pais da pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mas se você está passando por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pense que acima de tudo voce tem que se aceitar e se amar do jeito que voce é... pode parecer papo de mãe, mas é verdade, se você só enxerga seus problemas, seus pontos fracos, seus quilinhos a mais, a sua auti-estima vai pro inferno, e ninguém vai querer ficar perto de alguém q se odeia. agora se você se assume e se gosta, luta contra os quilos extars (de um jeito saudável) e enxerga seus pontos positivos, as pessoas também vão gostar de voce....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DICA:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quer emagrecer? procure uma nutricionista, ou então fale com a sua médica (ou médico)... não va&lt;br /&gt;fazer a dieta da sua amiga, ou começar vomitar/parar de comer nem mesmo tomar remédios para emagrecer sem antes consultar um médico, pelo amor de deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTSSnnTUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YUZASIVzqEc/s1600-h/o_abkontakt-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTSSnnTUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YUZASIVzqEc/s1600-h/o_abkontakt-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTSSnnTUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YUZASIVzqEc/s1600-h/o_abkontakt-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4129246938580900251?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4129246938580900251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4129246938580900251' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4129246938580900251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4129246938580900251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-pra-elas-parte-3.html' title='só pra elAs - parte 3'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPTQSaDUuUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C0guJDJUtGY/s72-c/26_MVG_cult_gisele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8599484880763048219</id><published>2008-10-14T03:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:44:11.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra elAs- parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQ6BmsQC3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uo9BX219aZE/s1600-h/pele.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256890464288639858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQ6BmsQC3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uo9BX219aZE/s400/pele.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não importa o quanto a gente fale qu ebeleza não é tudo, que o que conta é o caráter da pessoa... beleza conta e MUITO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quer que eu prove?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o cenário: a festa de uma amiga. se chega uma menina  com um cabelo mal cuidado, uma maquiagem horrível, uma pele feia... e logo em seguida entra uma menina linda, com cabelos super bonitos, uma pele invejável, uma maquiagem impecável. com quem  voce iria puxar papo? com a menina linda! por que a aparencia na é  tudo mas é um cartao de visitas e tanto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;por isso eu vou dar algumas dicas sobre como ter uma pele impecável... para vc sempre ser a menina linda que todos vão admirar na festa... ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DICAS, DICAS, DICAS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;eu sei que parece um porre, mas assim que voce acordar, faça o seguinte: va tomar café- da-manhã e quando for escovar os dentes, lave bem o rosto com água fria ou morna e depois passe protetor solar. NÃO me xingue... mas protetor solar faz um bem danado pra pele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; evite ir dormir sem antes lavar o rosto... lavando o rosto de noite com um sabonete apropriado, vc tira toda a sujeira que se acumulou durante o dia e evita que cravos e espinhas apareçam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;quando vc chegar da balada, por mais cansada que voce esteja, nao va pra cama sem lavar o rosto. primeiro por que voce vai estar suada, e depois por que a maquiagem entope os poros contribuindo com inflamações... entao, nada de preguiça: pegue um demaquilante e limpe o rosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tome bastante água (para hidratar a pele) e tenha uma dieta balanceada. nao é cientificamente comprovado que chocolate ou qualquer outro tipo de alimento favoreça o surgimento de espinhas, mas se voce notar que depois de comer abacate, por exemplo, sua pele fica mais oliosa, é bom evitar essa comida... uma vez ou outra pode, claro, só nao eh bom comer todo dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;-&gt;&gt; lave o rosto duas vezes por dia. se voce lavar mais do que isso, sua pele vai ficar ressecada o que vai estimular as glandulas sebáceas. ou seja, a sua pele vai ficar oleosa do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;use esfoliantes de vez enquando, uma vez por semana... usar todo dia pode machucar a pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;outro problema das garotas em relaçao ao rosto são as olheiras... aí nao tem jeito. se voce tem propençao genética a ter olheiras, não há nada que voce possa fazer para dar um fim nelas. existe porem, um jeito de diminui-las? faça compressas de algodão embebido em chá de camomila gelado. bases e cremes clareadores tambem sao boas opcoes, mas isso quem pode indicar é o seu dermatologista. uma coisa que voce pode fazer para evitar as olheiras é dormir bem. não confunda, dormir bem não é sinonimo de dormir muito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seguindo essas dicas e consultando um dermatologista em caso de dúvidas, sua pele vai ficar perfeitaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah, qualquer dúvida, vcs podem me deixar um comentário que eu respondo, ok??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-8599484880763048219?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8599484880763048219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=8599484880763048219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8599484880763048219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8599484880763048219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-pra-elas-parte-2.html' title='só pra elAs- parte 2'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQ6BmsQC3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uo9BX219aZE/s72-c/pele.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2136113174593176797</id><published>2008-10-14T02:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:15:31.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra elAs- parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQz-G2x6tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_S_wOWZ6HY8/s1600-h/shamp.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256883807133493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQz-G2x6tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_S_wOWZ6HY8/s400/shamp.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO mercado existem inumeras opções de shampoo, condicionador e leave-in...&lt;br /&gt;mas, e aí? qual comprar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de acordo com o cabelereiro Marco Antonio de Biaggi, a marca e o preço não são fatores que devem nos influenciar tanto, já que o shampoo que fuunciona pra uma menina, pode detonar o cabelo de outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;então, qual a solução?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;comprar um shampoo apropriado para o seu tipo de cabelo e testar, se não gostar, tente com outro e assim vai, até achar um perfeito para o seu cabelo, é 0 que sugere o cabelereiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dúvidas comuns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P: se eu já tenho um shampoo bom, é preciso trocá-lo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "A minha experiência mostra que testar xampus traz benefícios. Você pode encontrar produtos que agem de forma diferente no seu cabelo: descobre um ótimo para dar volume aos fios, outro que os deixa mais lisos, um que segura a escova por mais tempo..." diz Biaggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DICA: vale lembrar que passar leave-in depois do banho é sempre bom.. o cabelo fica mais fácil de pentear E fica mais bonito e brilhante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P: shapinha, escova, babyliss, estragam o cabelo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: não se antes for passado no cabelo um produto teormoativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P:dormir com o cabelo molhado faz mal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: não. o cabelo não vai estragar se voce dormir um dia ou outro com ele molhado, mas é bom evitar fazer isso sempre, por que seu cabelo pode começar a ficar com caspa por causa da demora pra secar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P:tinturas estragam o cabelo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: sim. quando você pinta o cabelo, est;a colocando nele tintas, pigmentos ou seja químicas que certamente não são um piquinique pro seu cabelo. por isso, se você pintar o cabelo vai ter de tomar o dobro do cuidado, para ele nao ressecar e nao ficar feio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah, outra dica:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;não compre um shampoo por causa da propaganda ou por que ele fez maravilhas com o cabelo da sua amiga/irmã/prima... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;as propagandas sempre exageram (afinal, aquelas mulheres ficaram HORAS no salão até ter o cabelo daquele jeito, por tanto a não ser que você passe as mesmas HORAS no salão que elas, seu cabelo não vai ficar igual ao da propaganda.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e não importa se a garota é sua irmã, melhor amiga, prima.. cada cabelo é u cabelo e o shampoo age de formas diferentes em cada um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2136113174593176797?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2136113174593176797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2136113174593176797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2136113174593176797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2136113174593176797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-pra-elas-parte-1.html' title='só pra elAs- parte 1'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SPQz-G2x6tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_S_wOWZ6HY8/s72-c/shamp.2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8820834581893280734</id><published>2008-10-13T20:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:46:49.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158300570666&amp;amp;site=widget-2a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:356px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158300570666&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/q1/504403158300570666/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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(é um condomínio) e eu encontrei ele na horta q tem perto da casa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no que o garoto me viu, ele saiu correndo e eu fui atras... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o cara correu uma cota, até cair no chão e arranhar o joelho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nem com isso ele quis voltar pra casa... mas como ele nao conseguia mais correr, eu peguei ele no colo (ele eh grande, entao foi complicado) e levei ele pra casa... onde ele tomou uma bronca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas o negócio é q o cara tem 4 anos! e tento fugir de casa pq achou q agnt nao gostasse dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se ocm 4 anos ele tenta fugir de casa, com 14 ele vai fazer o que? tentar suícidio??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5390201748170211073?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5390201748170211073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5390201748170211073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5390201748170211073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5390201748170211073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/coorre.html' title='COORRE'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5733567874950314343</id><published>2008-10-13T20:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:16:11.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me atualizandoooo</title><content type='html'>genteee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei, faz &lt;strong&gt;MTO&lt;/strong&gt; tempo q eu nao postooo...&lt;br /&gt;mas eh q nao tava dando &lt;strong&gt;tempooo&lt;/strong&gt;!! ( e nao eh descupaaa.. eh vdd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao, durante o tempo q eu fiquei sem postaar, nao aconteceu &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt; d novo...&lt;br /&gt;provas, liçao, provaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boa noticia é q eu passei em tudo sem recuperaçaaao...&lt;br /&gt;ah! nao. mentiraaaa!!! a **** da minha professora, me deu 4,2 em&lt;strong&gt; ARTES&lt;/strong&gt;. meeeu, como assim? eu nunca tirei menos do que 8 em artes! e agora vem essa inha me dar 4??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me poupe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dexa ver... que mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, siim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pessoal do colegio foi pro club med, pra viagemd e formatura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu nao fuiiii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eles tao la agorinha e eu aqui....&lt;br /&gt;sozinha.... pq minha mae &lt;strong&gt;nao me dexou ir&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;a justificativa dela eh q esse tipo de viagem nao presta e q eu soh tenho amigo bebado e drogado... ah! e putos (literalmente)...&lt;br /&gt;ta... &lt;strong&gt;TEM&lt;/strong&gt; gente na minha escola que &lt;strong&gt;bebe&lt;/strong&gt; PACAS e &lt;strong&gt;fuma&lt;/strong&gt; e se &lt;strong&gt;droga...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tem umas minas meio &lt;strong&gt;biscates&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, era isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu lembrar mais alguma coisa, eu falooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijooooosss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5733567874950314343?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5733567874950314343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5733567874950314343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5733567874950314343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5733567874950314343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-atualizandoooo.html' title='me atualizandoooo'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4355064252286863160</id><published>2008-08-03T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:42:11.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ai..</title><content type='html'>infelizmente amanhã começam minhas aulas...&lt;br /&gt;o que significa que eu vou ter que voltar a estudar, a fazer liçao de casa, ir pro ingles duas vezes por semana, nao vou poder assistir Tv sempre, nao vou poder usar o pc todo dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a viiida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4355064252286863160?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4355064252286863160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4355064252286863160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4355064252286863160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4355064252286863160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/ai-ai.html' title='ai ai..'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8239905849261442105</id><published>2008-07-26T18:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:13:37.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEENTE</title><content type='html'>desculpa, MESMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faz meses que eu nao posto, eu seeeei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a minha desculpa é a mais velha (mas eu juro q eh verdade): provas.&lt;br /&gt;seriooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu comecei a ter provas, ai eu nao tinha mais tanto tempo pra postaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mil desculpaaas, viu gente??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas agora eu vou tentar postar com mais frequencia, okk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijjoooss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-1753137299446490488</id><published>2008-04-12T17:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:14:05.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meu aniversário foi quinta, dia 10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o dia começou normal, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;uma amiga tinha dormido aqui em casa, mas isso nao mudou minha rotina: eu acordei as 6h como de costume, fui tomar café da manhã, lavei o rosto, me troquei terminei de arrumar a mala e minha mãe levou minha amiga e eu pro clégio (isso soh pq tava chovendo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheguei na escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tranquilo. ninguem falou nada, mas eu nao fiquei surpresa nem chateada. nao queria ficar chamando atençao, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas acabou que um pessoal lembrou... pra falar a verdade BASTANTE gente lembrou. o que eu só consegui justificar de um jeito: orkut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o ponto baixo da manha foi que a minha (suposta) &lt;em&gt;melhor amiga&lt;/em&gt; não lembrou do meu niver ateh a amiga q tinha dormido em casa falar pra ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu nao fiquei &lt;em&gt;chateada&lt;/em&gt;,  sabe? mas pôô, ela eh minha amiga. eu nunca esqueceria (e nunca esqueci) o niver dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas, whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;depois da escola eu fui pra casa e minha mae me ligou falando pra eu ligar pro cabelereiro pra ver se tinha horario vago pras 4h30. tinha. eu fui, cortei o cabelo, e quando voltei minha mae e minhas duas tias enstavam em casa. elas me fizeram um jantar surpresa com  comiga japonesa e o meu bolo foi de cenoura com cobertura de chocolate (um dos meus preferidos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a noite foi boa... acabou que eu fui dormir quase uma da manha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e eu ja tinha ido dormir tarde na noite anterior (tbm.. ficar conversando ateh altas com a amiga...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu nao ganhei milhares de presentes mas amei demais os que eu ganhei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;da minha mãe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o filme sweeney todd, o corte de cabelo e alguns reais.. (ok, ok... foram mais de 500 reais, certo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;das minhas tias:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a havaina dos meus sonhos e um brinco de argola totalmente perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do meu pai/ madrasta&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; um escapulario, o corte de cabelo e um tenis maravilhoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;de uma amiga da minha mae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; duas camisetas lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;da chefe da minha mae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (ah sim, ela me deu presente) 100 reais que eu gastei com: uma calça que eu ja estava de olho faz tempo e uma bolsa que eu tava louca pra comprar e ainda sobraram 50 reais, que talvez eu junte com a minha mesada (que eh de 50 reais) pra comprar um short preto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meus tios (por parte de pai e mae) vao passar aqui em casa um dia desses pra deixar meu presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dexa eu te falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meu aniversario foi &lt;strong&gt;MUITO boom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;acho que é soh isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beijoooos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-1753137299446490488?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1753137299446490488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=1753137299446490488' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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semana, foi agitada pacas.&lt;br /&gt;eu fiz duas provas (duas? ah, acho q siim), recebi nota de tres (em uma eu me ferrei, nas outras nao); "briguei" com uma amiga minha (briguei entre aspas pq ela q começou a me ignorar do nada) e ontem fui num afesta irada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graças a deus que teve essa festa pq, olha, ter pelo menos uma prova por semana, uma amiga falando q vc foi uma vaca com ela e vc nem sabe do que ela ta falando, milhoes de liçoes de casa e ainda ter que escutar dos teus pais " e ai? como ta na escola? td bem? quero soh ver as notas, hein:?" não eh brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas... fazer oq? escola é isso... neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho q eh soh isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu lembrar de mais alguma coisa, eu coloco em outro post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijãão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-1921194095438525623?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1921194095438525623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=1921194095438525623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/1921194095438525623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/1921194095438525623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/escola-lies-provas.html' title='escola, lições, provas...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2236826453663524886</id><published>2008-03-22T17:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:03:28.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's gonna harm you&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm around&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna harm you&lt;br /&gt;No sir, not while I'm around&lt;br /&gt;Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays&lt;br /&gt;I'll send them howling, I don't care, I've got ways&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna dare,&lt;br /&gt;Others can desert you&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, whistle I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Demons'll charm you with a smile for awhile&lt;br /&gt;But in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can harm you, not while I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;Being close and being clever&lt;br /&gt;Ain't like being true,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to, I would never&lt;br /&gt;Hide a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;Like some&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna dare&lt;br /&gt;Others can desert you&lt;br /&gt;Not a worry, whistle I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Demons'll charm you with a smile for awhile&lt;br /&gt;But in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna harm you&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa eh (na minha modesta opiniao) a musica mais fofa do filme sweeney todd!&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ter que admitir (satisfeira Vica?) o tobby (q eh qm canta) EH FEIO PACAS, mas (isso vica, vc vai ter q concordar) ele canta MTOOO BEEEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de qqr jeito.. soh coloquei a musica aqui pq eu gosto mto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijooos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2236826453663524886?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2236826453663524886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2236826453663524886' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2236826453663524886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2236826453663524886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothings-gonna-harm-you-not-while-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2895347945706901886</id><published>2008-03-22T17:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:40:11.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai meu deuss!</title><content type='html'>gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpa MESMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu nao posto faz um tempão jáá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente eu não tenho feito nada de muito interessante....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isso me tira do sériooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio nao ter nada de bom pra fazer, sabe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no começo do mes eu fui numa festa...&lt;br /&gt;mas nao foi tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;tipo...&lt;br /&gt;pra mim e pra Cah, foi show, mas nao tava tocando tanta musica booa...&lt;br /&gt;e tava repetindo PACAS kiss, kiss (essa Musica JA ENCHEU!!)&lt;br /&gt;e... digamos assim...&lt;br /&gt;as unicas musicas BOAS MESMO que tocaram (pelo menos pra mim) foram:&lt;br /&gt;-piriguete&lt;br /&gt;-hit the road jack (oh, yeah, tocou essa musica)&lt;br /&gt;-it's raining man (soh q foi total miada pq no meio da msuica acabo a luuz!)&lt;br /&gt;-e sei la q outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo basicamente soh toco rihanna (eu nao gosto das msuicas dela e chris brown que eh legal.. mas nao pra escutar durante 4 horas seguidas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falta menos de um mes pro meu niver (que eh dia 10 de abril)... e eu ainda nao sei oq eu vou fazer... ja que eh quinta-feira e eh meio miado fazer alguma coisa em dia de semana pq tem sempre alguem que tem coisa, entao eu acho que vou comemorar na sexta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qdo eu decidir...&lt;br /&gt;eu te chamo de vc morar em SP ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por hj eh sohh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijaooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2895347945706901886?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2895347945706901886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2895347945706901886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R8mHUO8zdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/d-73QMSl5e4/s1600-h/best+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172814428691985986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R8mHUO8zdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/d-73QMSl5e4/s400/best+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu to mto feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;graças a Ana Luisa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu queriod bloguinho ganhou um premio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ham ham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu to (lógicamente) mto feliz por isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brigada Ana Lu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Este prémio deve ser atribuído aos blogs que considerem serem bons (entenda-se como bons os blogs que costumam visitar regularmente e onde deixam comentários);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Só e somente se recebeu o "É um blog muito bom sim senhor", deve escrever um post incluindo: a pessoa que lhe deu o prémio com um link para o respectivo blog, a tag do prémio, as regras, e a indicação de outros 7 blogs para receberem o prémio;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Deve exibir orgulhosamente a tag do prémio no seu blog, de preferência com um link para o post em que fala dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui está a lista de blog pra qm eu passo o premio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-nutcracker.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Nutcracker&lt;/a&gt; - mto boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilacstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilac Star&lt;/a&gt;  - demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://garotaviajantee.blogspot.com/"&gt;A garota viajante&lt;/a&gt; - mtooo demaiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cahmaluka.blogspot.com/"&gt;C@h Maluka&lt;/a&gt; -sem comentários&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://meu-inferno.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meu-inferno.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://srtapera.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://srtapera.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwtelefoneocupado.blogspot.com/"&gt;A menina do Diario Azul&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5803554916868461844?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5803554916868461844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5803554916868461844' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5803554916868461844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5803554916868461844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-feliz.html' title='to feliz!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R8mHUO8zdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/d-73QMSl5e4/s72-c/best+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7119899409170002064</id><published>2008-03-01T13:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:35:04.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gente!!!</title><content type='html'>desculpa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não tenho postado ultimamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que pra falar a verdade, minha vida está tão na mesma (liçao de casa, escola, inglês) que eu nem tenho o que contar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho que agradecer a &lt;strong&gt;menina do diario azul!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brigada mesmo, viu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então gente.. por hora é só isso... vamos ver se durante o dia acontece alguma coisa de legal, daí eu tenho sobre o que postar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7119899409170002064?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7119899409170002064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7119899409170002064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7119899409170002064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7119899409170002064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/gente.html' title='gente!!!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5772570918387231436</id><published>2008-02-24T13:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:16:21.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só um aviso básico</title><content type='html'>gente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como minhas aulas recomeçaram, eu nao vou poder postar sempre, mas de fim de semana eu posto, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5772570918387231436?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6965313371997248451</id><published>2008-02-22T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:47:43.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quem nunca...</title><content type='html'>Quem nuncα; escreveu seu nome junto do de αlguém numα folhα de cαderno ? quem nuncα ficou fαzendo plαnos, deitαdo nα cαmα αntes de dormir ? quem nuncα leu e releu um histórico de MSN e lembrou da conversa como se fosse nα horα ? quem nuncα viu umα foto e pensou como seriα se você estivesse lα ? quem nuncα precisou ouvir um elogio prα se sentir bem ? quem nuncα fαlou αlgumα coisα e se αrrependeu depois ? quem nuncα teve um sonho perfeito e ficou puto de ter αcordαdo ? quem nuncα ouviu umα músicα e lembrou de αlguém ? quem nuncα brigou com a amiga e no minuto seguinte abraçou ela pedindo desculpas? quem nuncα ficou preocupαdα por um motivo ridículo? quem nunca prometeu que nαo iriα mαis gostαr de quem te fez sofrer, mαs foi em vαo ? quem nuncα se iludiu ? quem nuncα teve vontαde de sumir e só voltαr quαndo tudo estivesse bem ? quem nuncα αmou e nαo foi correspondido ? quem nuncα viu um filme de romαnce e quis ser feliz pαrα sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6965313371997248451?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6965313371997248451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6965313371997248451' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6965313371997248451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6965313371997248451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/quem-nunca.html' title='quem nunca...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2365582916550379771</id><published>2008-02-16T22:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:37:34.161-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o melhor filme do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R7eBukcfDbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t92A3a8Zbaw/s1600-h/SweeneyTodd_Ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167741734488051122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R7eBukcfDbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t92A3a8Zbaw/s400/SweeneyTodd_Ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;começando pelos atores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Helena B. Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;depois o filme é dirigido por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tim Burton (por acaso marido da Helena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e outra, as músicas são perfeitas, a história é muito legal, o jeito que o filme é filmado, meio em preto-e-branco (menos qdo é a lembrança ou imaginaçao de um personagm) fica mto legal e combina mto com a história do filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gente... eu amo e sempre vou amar o Johnny a Helena não é exatamente oq eu chamo de linda, mas é bonita e muito boa atriz, o Alan Rickman... é simplismente... ele.. e eu amo os filmes do Tim Burton. Ah! e tbm gosto mto de musicais em geral. ou seja. o filme é perfeito. pelo menos pra mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BIh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2365582916550379771?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2365582916550379771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R7eBukcfDbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t92A3a8Zbaw/s72-c/SweeneyTodd_Ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7653451656614180976</id><published>2008-01-30T22:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:29:48.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>se eu pudesse voltar no tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R6MerhmnrkI/AAAAAAAAALI/qYdLqzy-Vuw/s1600-h/amp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162003331000282690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R6MerhmnrkI/AAAAAAAAALI/qYdLqzy-Vuw/s400/amp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantas brigas rídiculas seriam evitadas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantas coisas erradas não seriam feitas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantos bons momentos poderíamos reviver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de quantos amigos q não vemos mais poderíamos matar a saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quantas coisas poderiam ser ditas para qm não dissemos a tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nossa vida sera tão boa se pudessemos voltar no tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;é lógico que talvez a vida fosse fácil de mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;é verdade que com os erros agnt aprende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas tem erros que nos fazem sofer demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;palavras não ditas que nos perseguem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7653451656614180976?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7653451656614180976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7653451656614180976' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7653451656614180976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7653451656614180976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/se-eu-pudesse-voltar-no-tempo.html' title='se eu pudesse voltar no tempo...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R6MerhmnrkI/AAAAAAAAALI/qYdLqzy-Vuw/s72-c/amp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2175470322177127252</id><published>2008-01-27T21:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:06:48.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu ja postei uma vez sobre isso e vou postar &lt;strong&gt;de novo&lt;/strong&gt;, pq eu acho q nunca eh &lt;strong&gt;demais&lt;/strong&gt; chamar atenção para o &lt;strong&gt;estado&lt;/strong&gt; que está o nosso &lt;strong&gt;planeta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o ser humano as vezes me irrita, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fica se preocupando com coisas do tipo: "eu compro um perfume da Azzaro ou da Givenchy? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, ok... é lógico que as vezes nós temos esse tipo de coisa como preocupação... mas sabe... essas pessoas que &lt;strong&gt;passam o dia &lt;/strong&gt;lendo revista pra saber &lt;strong&gt;como deixar&lt;/strong&gt; os &lt;strong&gt;cabelos do jeito que ela gosta, &lt;/strong&gt;podiam esquecer um minuto &lt;strong&gt;a busca pelo cabelo perfeito&lt;/strong&gt; e se preocupar em &lt;strong&gt;salvar o mundo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;será que &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt; percebe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as pessoas falam pra gente na escola "&lt;strong&gt; proteja o meio-ambiente, pq se não teus filhos, teus netos, nao vao ter".&lt;/strong&gt; Mas se por um lado isso está certo, por outro está errado, afinal, &lt;strong&gt;nós&lt;/strong&gt; que temos uns &lt;strong&gt;13, 14 anos&lt;/strong&gt;, ainda temos &lt;strong&gt;muito chão pela frente&lt;/strong&gt; e se &lt;strong&gt;nós &lt;/strong&gt;não nos &lt;strong&gt;preocuparmos&lt;/strong&gt;, talvez&lt;strong&gt; NÓS&lt;/strong&gt; sentiremos &lt;strong&gt;falta&lt;/strong&gt; das matas, de água, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gente, o &lt;strong&gt;mundo se vira sem agnt&lt;/strong&gt;, pq o mundo existe há muito mais tempo do que o homem, &lt;strong&gt;mas A GENTE não se vira sem o mundo&lt;/strong&gt;! nós &lt;strong&gt;dependemos &lt;/strong&gt;dele pra viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo que agnt faz com o mundo, ele faz de volta com a gente!&lt;/em&gt; se nós cuidarmos dele, ele cuidará da gente, nos dará água, ar puro, comida e condição de vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tem gente que fala que se o mundo aguentou até agora, não eh possível que ele va acabar. ta, tudo bem. pode &lt;strong&gt;não acabar&lt;/strong&gt;, mas &lt;strong&gt;com certeza&lt;/strong&gt; não vai ser um bom &lt;strong&gt;lugar para se viver&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;por favor, gente. &lt;strong&gt;pense nisso&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pode parecer bobagem, encanação, &lt;strong&gt;mas não é&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;faça&lt;strong&gt; tudo&lt;/strong&gt; que estiver ao alcance de vcs pra &lt;strong&gt;ajudar &lt;/strong&gt;nosso mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;conscientizem os outros como eu estou fazendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vcs que tem blog, &lt;strong&gt;postem alguma coisa sobre isso&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pq assim agnt vai estar fazendo um mínimo: uma "corrente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pq eu posto aqui e peço pra vcs postarem. vcs postam, e pedem pra outros postarem e assim vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;com certeza &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; vai ser &lt;strong&gt;todo mundo&lt;/strong&gt; que vai &lt;strong&gt;dar atenção&lt;/strong&gt; a isso. mas que seja &lt;strong&gt;uma pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;duas &lt;/strong&gt;a lerem e pensarem, ja são &lt;strong&gt;duas pessoas&lt;/strong&gt; a mais &lt;strong&gt;preocupadas com o mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pensem nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajam como a Miri no livro Sapos e Beijos! se preocupem com o nosso mundo! façam tudo que vcs puderem pra salvá-lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2175470322177127252?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2175470322177127252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2175470322177127252' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2175470322177127252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2175470322177127252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4837835420760398197</id><published>2008-01-25T20:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:57:56.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5p3ORmnrgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zSSbb5nDagk/s1600-h/freedom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159567410233585154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5p3ORmnrgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zSSbb5nDagk/s400/freedom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu amo minha mãe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas as vezes eu sinto que minha mãe &lt;strong&gt;não me deixa viver&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me &lt;strong&gt;prende&lt;/strong&gt; demais, me &lt;strong&gt;impede&lt;/strong&gt; demais, me &lt;strong&gt;protege&lt;/strong&gt; demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sei&lt;/strong&gt; que ela não age assim pra me chatear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas quando ela &lt;strong&gt;tenta me proteger&lt;/strong&gt;, tenta dizer o que eu devo fazer, o que é melhor pra mim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela me impede de aprender por mim mesma&lt;/strong&gt;, me impede de ver e viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela vive dizendo quem é ou não meu amigo, com quem eu devo (e posso) ou não sair.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabe? eu não peço pra sair com um bandido, nem com um traficante ou coisa do tipo! então qual é a neura? por que eu não posso andar e falar com quem eu quero? ta. tudo bem. se ela não gosta da pessoa, é não da pra se encontrar aqui em casa... mas eu encontrar essa pessoa no shopping, no cinema, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por que me impedir de ir em baladas? gente, eu não vejo mal nenhum de ir em balada. e outra, ela diz que não é pra minha idade. que eu não tenho idade "mental" digamos assim, pra ir. vamos combinar que, se eu gosto, É pra minha idade"mental", afinal, eu estou me divertindo, se condiz com o que eu gosto, é próprio pra minha idade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ela não quer perceber isso.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela quer que eu tenha &lt;strong&gt;obrigações&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;responsabilidade&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;maturidade&lt;/strong&gt;... mas se eu não &lt;strong&gt;viver&lt;/strong&gt;, se eu não &lt;strong&gt;cair&lt;/strong&gt; e quebrar a cara, se eu não &lt;strong&gt;aprender na prática&lt;/strong&gt;, eu nunca vou ter maturidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é como estar presa numa &lt;strong&gt;bolha de proteção&lt;/strong&gt;, criada pela minha própria mãe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas se eu viver assim, com alguém&lt;strong&gt; me dizendo&lt;/strong&gt; o que é &lt;strong&gt;bom e ruim&lt;/strong&gt;, o que eu &lt;strong&gt;posso ou não fazer&lt;/strong&gt; pra não me &lt;strong&gt;machucar&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;arrepender&lt;/strong&gt;, eu vou viver numa&lt;strong&gt; fantasia&lt;/strong&gt;. e quando minha mãe morrer, e eu &lt;strong&gt;não tiver mais&lt;/strong&gt; essa &lt;strong&gt;proteção&lt;/strong&gt;, eu vou &lt;strong&gt;cair com tudo&lt;/strong&gt;. vou ficar&lt;strong&gt; perdida&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;desorientada&lt;/strong&gt;. afinal, eu até o momento, eu vivia num&lt;strong&gt; conto de fadas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu não quero isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu quero errar, pra poder aprender;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu quero cair, pra depois me levantar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu quero ser livre, pra poder viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4837835420760398197?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4837835420760398197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4837835420760398197' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4837835420760398197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4837835420760398197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/impossible-freedom.html' title='impossible freedom'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5p3ORmnrgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zSSbb5nDagk/s72-c/freedom3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6990266607800608661</id><published>2008-01-24T11:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:51:33.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5iXexmnrdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gTNVwR949lA/s1600-h/22382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039928120094162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5iXexmnrdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gTNVwR949lA/s400/22382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ei, Cah... se agnt for fazer td q agnt quer... nossas mães ficam loucas, hein?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6990266607800608661?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6990266607800608661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6990266607800608661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6990266607800608661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6990266607800608661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/ei-cah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5iXexmnrdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gTNVwR949lA/s72-c/22382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-9056303728454358213</id><published>2008-01-23T21:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:29:58.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me desculpe maaas...</title><content type='html'>eu simplismente &lt;strong&gt;NÃO SUPORTO&lt;/strong&gt; quando escrevem &lt;strong&gt;errado&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;uma coisa é &lt;strong&gt;abreviar&lt;/strong&gt;, outra é &lt;strong&gt;aloprar&lt;/strong&gt; o Português....&lt;br /&gt;por exemplo... escrever "&lt;strong&gt;xapinha&lt;/strong&gt;" com X, td bem; rola pq vc só ta "&lt;strong&gt;abreviando"&lt;/strong&gt;, mas escrever "&lt;strong&gt;beijox&lt;/strong&gt;"? "&lt;strong&gt;excreve&lt;/strong&gt;"? "&lt;strong&gt;exquecer&lt;/strong&gt;"? ah nao! isso já&lt;strong&gt; é demais&lt;/strong&gt; pra minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;ou então escrever coisas totalmente sem noção, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;por exemplo... uma "amiga" minha e da catah deixou um depô no orkut pro namorado dela... olha q depoimento mais sem noção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não vou por inteiro, só vou por as partes realmente péssimas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;"Se àx vezes perco a fala, é para não te magoar com as minhas palavras (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;(...) numca que eu vou exqueçer (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;(...) nem apreçe mas vc me aguentou um mês (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;(...)To aqui pra diser(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;(...) o que fisemos juntos (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;beijux "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, eu não mereço isso! isso me tira do sérioo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cara, que menina mais burra, mais analfabetaa!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaass... fazer o que, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por hj é só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-9056303728454358213?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9056303728454358213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=9056303728454358213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/9056303728454358213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/9056303728454358213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-desculpe-maaas.html' title='me desculpe maaas...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-9054988092030130535</id><published>2008-01-21T20:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:28:10.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ODF vence Golden Tomatos Awards!!!</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter e a Ordem da Fênix, o quinto filme da franquia do menino bruxo ganhou o prêmio Golden Tomato Awards na categoria "Melhor Filme de Ficção/Fantasia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Filme lançado no ano passado conta a hitória do retorno de Harry à Hogwarts. Logo ele descobre de grande parte da comunidade bruxa foi levada a acreditar que o retorno do Lorde das Trevas foi uma mentira inventada por ele e por Dumbledore, o que põe a sua crediblidade em dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo, o Ministro da Magia, Cornélio Fudge impõe à escola a presença de Dolores Umbridge. Por causa disso Harry é incentivado pelos seus amigos à montar a Armada de Dumbledore...e o resto todos os fãs já sabem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente está sendo fimado o sexto filme da série, Harry Potter e o Enigma do Príncipe que será lançado no dia 21 de Novembro deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Oclumência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-9054988092030130535?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9054988092030130535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=9054988092030130535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/9054988092030130535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/9054988092030130535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/odf-vence-golden-tomatos-awards.html' title='ODF vence Golden Tomatos Awards!!!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7313348259598043685</id><published>2008-01-20T13:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:03:20.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5NioOJtFMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hmzHfTEhOGM/s1600-h/true+friendship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157574441402438850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5NioOJtFMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hmzHfTEhOGM/s400/true+friendship.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7313348259598043685?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7313348259598043685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7313348259598043685' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7313348259598043685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7313348259598043685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5NioOJtFMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hmzHfTEhOGM/s72-c/true+friendship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-132348780533365575</id><published>2008-01-20T12:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:46:20.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5Nep-JtFLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EGKaJXKLs0Q/s1600-h/happy+toghetehj2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157570073420698802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5Nep-JtFLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EGKaJXKLs0Q/s400/happy+toghetehj2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5NcreJtFKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/u_kK80GFWME/s1600-h/happy+toghetehj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;uma pessoa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um sonho?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser sempre tua amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um medo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um lugar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao teu lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;o que vc estiver comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um tesouro?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossa amizade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;um recado?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vai estar seempre no meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vou estar ao seu lado, te apoiando, ajudando, consolando, rindo, chorando ou ficando em silêncio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE AMO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-132348780533365575?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/132348780533365575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=132348780533365575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/132348780533365575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/132348780533365575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-pessoa-voc-um-sonho-ser-sempre-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R5Nep-JtFLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EGKaJXKLs0Q/s72-c/happy+toghetehj2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5637338416705580606</id><published>2008-01-07T19:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:42:10.225-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ahn? ah, claro, claro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu estava lendo o blog da &lt;strong&gt;little J&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(srtáh.Pera para os ignorantes q não sabem o apelido dela[apelido que por sinal SOH EU posso usar]) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e ela tava falando (ou escrevendo?) sobre aquelas &lt;strong&gt;visitas miadas&lt;/strong&gt; pra casa do &lt;strong&gt;tio insuportável&lt;/strong&gt;, ou pra casa das &lt;strong&gt;amigas da sua mãe&lt;/strong&gt;, ou ateh mesmo pra casa daquela &lt;strong&gt;avó sem noção&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eu felizmente nunca tive avós sem noçao, a avó que eu conheci [que infelizmente morreu a 2 anos] era mto gente fina e NEM UM POUCO do tipo vovózinha de chaupeuzinho-vermelho)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e como são &lt;strong&gt;ridiculas&lt;/strong&gt; as situaçoes q agnt eh obrigada a passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sabe, aqueles papos de &lt;strong&gt;namoradinho&lt;/strong&gt;, de "como vc cresceu!", ou entao do "vc ja ficou mocinha?" ou ateh (provavelmente o mais constrangedor) "&lt;strong&gt;nossa! que moçona! tem até peitinho! olha! ta usando sutiã! que graça!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fala sério.&lt;strong&gt; Ridiculo, né&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;então, a J tava dando umas &lt;strong&gt;suloções&lt;/strong&gt; pra isso (tipo fazer cara de qm nao escutou a pergunta/comentário e ficar qta) e tbm montou um &lt;strong&gt;kit anti-tédio&lt;/strong&gt; (mto funcional).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas tem outra coisa que pode te livar dessa roubada: nem ir na casa da pessoa em questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;como? simples. tem duas soluçoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;se o programa for marcado com antecedencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no dia X acorde e diga pra tua mae (fingindo nao lembrar do evento) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ai mae, eu to com mta tontura! e to me sentindo meio fraca, sabe?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;e faça uma cara de sofredora &lt;strong&gt;convincente.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt; se o evento for marcado no dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai eh mais dificil... mas sua mae vai ter q marcar d algum jeito, certo? provavelmente por telefone. entao se vc escutar uma conversa suspeita, apareça dizendo a mesma coisa da dica anterior. e nao se esqueça. &lt;strong&gt;seja convincente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lots of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;B(lair) ou GG... (deixando claro q soh a J pode usar esses apelidos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5637338416705580606?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5637338416705580606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5637338416705580606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5637338416705580606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5637338416705580606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahn-ah-claro-claro.html' title='ahn? ah, claro, claro!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3761475029543250463</id><published>2008-01-07T18:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:54:09.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R4KRBOJtFII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eY3KiD0wHoc/s1600-h/propaganda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152840373829964930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 446px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="424" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R4KRBOJtFII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eY3KiD0wHoc/s400/propaganda.JPG" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Srtáh.Pera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, faz os melhores cabeçalhos pra deixar &lt;strong&gt;SEU&lt;/strong&gt; blog com a &lt;strong&gt;SUA&lt;/strong&gt; cara.&lt;br /&gt;fale com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srtapera.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://srtapera.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3761475029543250463?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3761475029543250463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3761475029543250463' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3761475029543250463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3761475029543250463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/srth_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R4KRBOJtFII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eY3KiD0wHoc/s72-c/propaganda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3605961675574810543</id><published>2008-01-07T17:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:42:40.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>finalmente</title><content type='html'>aleluia&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe ta começando a me tratar de acordo com a minha idade!&lt;br /&gt;ok... são soh em algumas ocasioes... maaas...&lt;br /&gt;por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eu FINALMENTE possso pintar as unhas sempre q eu quiser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ela deixou eu fazer um orkut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ela vai deixar eu ir em algumas (poucas) baladas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e umas outras coisas q eu nao lembro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;era isso gente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tenho q ir q eu to atrasada! tenho q fazer um... favorzinho pra srtáh.Pera....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3605961675574810543?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3605961675574810543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3605961675574810543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3605961675574810543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3605961675574810543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/finalmente.html' title='finalmente'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5543814754376624633</id><published>2008-01-05T15:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:24:15.934-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R3-8xeJtFCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-TS1lqrUIqA/s1600-h/se+ver.+me+avisa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152044056828515362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R3-8xeJtFCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-TS1lqrUIqA/s400/se+ver.+me+avisa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se ver, &lt;strong&gt;segure ele&lt;/strong&gt; e me &lt;strong&gt;ligue imediatamente&lt;/strong&gt; que eu vou &lt;strong&gt;correndo&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pra ver se ele casaria comigo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5543814754376624633?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5543814754376624633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5543814754376624633' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5543814754376624633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5543814754376624633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/se-ver-segure-ele-e-me-ligue.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R3-8xeJtFCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-TS1lqrUIqA/s72-c/se+ver.+me+avisa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2558051218637134872</id><published>2008-01-04T17:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:11:59.142-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mamãe, eu quero estudar lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;queridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;eu li uma materia (porém não estou achando de novo) falando que uma escola britânica usou como "tema" hogwarts. como assim? vou explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A escola queria uma motivaçao (digamos assim) para os alunos, enaão resolveram se basear em histórias infantis. o tema escolhido foi &lt;strong&gt;harry potter&lt;/strong&gt; (anteriormente ja tinham sido escolhidos cinderela e alguns outros, mas nao tiveram sucesso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;os alunos dessa escola usam as &lt;strong&gt;vestes de hogwarts&lt;/strong&gt;, tem aula de &lt;strong&gt;herbologia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;história da magia&lt;/strong&gt; ( história), entre outras (que eu não lembro no momento). e ao invés de 6ª/7ª/8ª(ou qualquer série) A, B, C ou D, eles são divididos em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt;, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff e Slytherin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;original? com certeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;quem me dera estudar em uma escola assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é... só nos resta rezar pra que tenham essa idéia no &lt;strong&gt;Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;, ou então, que fundem uma hogwarts tipo colonia de férias, onde invez de &lt;strong&gt;acampar&lt;/strong&gt;, agente aprende &lt;strong&gt;mágica&lt;/strong&gt;... o único problema...seria: nada de &lt;strong&gt;aulas praticas&lt;/strong&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lots of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2558051218637134872?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2558051218637134872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2558051218637134872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2558051218637134872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2558051218637134872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/mame-eu-quero-estudar-l.html' title='mamãe, eu quero estudar lá!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7800481101405763701</id><published>2007-12-30T21:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:30:17.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs(?) are you sure?</title><content type='html'>pq agnt tem que ter UMA melhor amiga?&lt;br /&gt;desde de pequena eu escuto: "me diz, quem eh sua melhor amiga?" e eu sempre respondia "tenho varias amigas. e gosto de todas." mas, pensando bem. será que eu tenho tantaas amigas assim? amigas mesmo:? eu tenho pensado bastante nisso. e cheguei a uma conclusão. tenho pouquíssimas BFFs. na verdade, só tenho duas. (amigas queridas que nao estao nessa escalação, eu gosto muito de vcs todas, de verdade; mas vamos ser sinceras. vcs tbm tem soh uma [ou duas] melhor(es) amiga (s).)&lt;br /&gt;nao vou dizer o nome das minhas melhores amigas (apesar de ja estar um pouco obvio).&lt;br /&gt;pra falar a verdade, as minhas amigas, tem uma "escalação"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1º lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;melhor amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;duas&lt;/span&gt; (a paloma está é uma delas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2º lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;super amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt;. ( a maria é uma delas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3º lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boa amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;cinco&lt;/span&gt;. ( a Isa nova e Arissa estão nessa escalação).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4ºlugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mtas&lt;/span&gt;. ( a Luly é uma delas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5º lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mais colega do que amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - duas. acho. (sem citações)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era isso. eu precisava desabafar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lots of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7800481101405763701?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7800481101405763701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7800481101405763701' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7800481101405763701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7800481101405763701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/bffs-are-you-sure.html' title='BFFs(?) are you sure?'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6416417602955862785</id><published>2007-12-28T21:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:08:10.264-02:00</updated><title type='text'>profissões</title><content type='html'>quando eu fui pra casa do meu pai, teve churrasco, o que significa que juntou a &lt;strong&gt;maior galera&lt;/strong&gt; por lá.&lt;br /&gt;a gente tava na psicina quando um primo da minha madrasta me perguntou: " e ai, Bia? já sabe qual vai ser sua profissão, o que vai fazer da vida?" eu respondi que nao tinha a menor idéia e ele começou com aquele papo que eu ja tenho q começar a pensar nisso, que o tempo voa e bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;depois veio um amigo do meu pai e perguntou a mesma coisa. eu respondi &lt;strong&gt;de novo &lt;/strong&gt;que eu não sabia, que já tinha parado pra pensar nisso, mas nao fazia &lt;strong&gt;a menor&lt;/strong&gt; idéia. e ele começou a fazer um monte de sugestões, perguntou que matérias que eu gostava ou não, e chegou a conclusão que eu daria uma ótima jornalista. afinal, eu gosto de escever, mas não gosto nem um pouco de matemática, e pra ser jornalista eu nao preciso necessariamente de matemática.&lt;br /&gt;o problema, é que nao são só os dois que me bombardeiam com essa pergunta. é todo mundo! basta eu sair na rua e rever uma amiga da minha mae que eu nao via fazia um tempo e pronto:   "vc ja sabe q carreita vai seguir? vc está ficando grandinha, precisa pensar nisso". como se eu nunca tivesse pensado.&lt;br /&gt;eu ja quis ser modelo, escritora, estilista, atriz,  cantora, vitrinista, médica e até adevogada ou promotora. e agora vem o amigo do meu pai com a idéia de ser jornalista. é uma boa idéia, e no momento eu estou considerando muito ela, mas.... até eu fazer mesmo faculdade, eu vou mudar tanto de idéia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os adultos nao sabiam o que eles iam ser com 13 anos, né? aposto que não. então, por que nos atazanar com essa pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6416417602955862785?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6416417602955862785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6416417602955862785' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6416417602955862785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6416417602955862785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/profisses.html' title='profissões'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7407996650705827388</id><published>2007-12-23T23:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:50:39.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'>meus pedidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28QYn0bhSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ThYSoT3mAgg/s1600-h/sugy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147350914299561250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28QYn0bhSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ThYSoT3mAgg/s400/sugy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pro ano que vem, vou desejar mta coisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;algumas materias e outras nao, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;algumas que fazem sentido pra td mundo, outras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que só fazem sentido pra mim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao vou dizer tudo que vou pedir, mas posso garantir que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou desejar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;que alguem mtoo xou entre na escola e comece a andar com agnt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;q as brigas no nosso grupo parem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;que o mundo finalmente tenha paz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;que as pessoas comecem a se conscientizar a respeito do planeta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;que alguem me de um óculos de sol (nas ocasioes q eu estiver com oculos d sol, eu vou usar lente, minha mae ja dexou) Channel, Gucci, Prada, Dior, Diesel, D&amp;amp;G, LV, VH, Armani, Bulgari, Vogue, Fendi, Cavalii, Valentino...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;que minha mae ganhe na mega-sena acumulada pra poder me dar as roupas que eu tanto babo nas vitrines: Diesel, Empório Armani, Levi's, Puma, Vide Bula, Zoomp, M.Officer, Mercearia, Blumarine, CalvinKlein, Adidas, Costume, e até Siberian, Carmim, Alcaçuz, Cumplice, Doc Dog, Fillity, Forum, Guaraná Brasil, Lucy in the Sky, Le lis Blanc, Marie Clair, Miss Sixty...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;entre outros pedidos.... basicos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bem meus lindos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;espero q os desejos d vcs tabm sejam atendidos. pq os meus. vao ser. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7407996650705827388?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7407996650705827388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7407996650705827388' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7407996650705827388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7407996650705827388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/meus-pedidos.html' title='meus pedidos'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28QYn0bhSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ThYSoT3mAgg/s72-c/sugy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8769720723748674375</id><published>2007-12-23T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:11:05.315-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28G830bhRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HbujDpnLPwM/s1600-h/r.f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amores da minha vida!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28FOn0bhQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3SA36w9oCgA/s1600-h/nat.5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147338647872963842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28FOn0bhQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3SA36w9oCgA/s400/nat.5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o ano está acabando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanhã eh vespera de natal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;entao, eu tenho que falar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feliz natal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ótimo ano novo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao tomem mto champanhe, pq faz mal, vicia, enfim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao fassam promessar se nao forem cumprir, e aproveitem muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se voces acham que esse ano ano foi o melhor ano de vcs, aproveitem e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudem td q vcs nao gostam, refaçam a vida d vcs! to falando serio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quer saber? nesse natal, me faz um favor. enfia o pé na jaca. come td q vc quiser comer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem culpa, depois, se na virada do ano vc ver q ganhou uns qulinhos, nem esquente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se quiser arrasar mais ainda, se declare pro menino q vc ta afim. pq?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensa, c ele falar q nao quer nada com vc, na virada do ano vc vai poder falar : "aquele garoto? ihh! nao gosta de mim nao, mas.... qm se importa, ele me deu fora no ano passado!" e vc nao vai estar mentindo, certo? hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aproveitem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao se esqueçam de me ligar! haushauhs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28G830bhRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HbujDpnLPwM/s1600-h/r.f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-8769720723748674375?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8769720723748674375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=8769720723748674375' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8769720723748674375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8769720723748674375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/amores-da-minha-vida-o-ano-est-acabando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R28FOn0bhQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3SA36w9oCgA/s72-c/nat.5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4265430531182778417</id><published>2007-12-22T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:40:44.171-02:00</updated><title type='text'>odeio modinhas</title><content type='html'>sabe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora ta td mundo entrando nessa de "seu espaço, espaço livre, desabafe..." ou whatever!&lt;br /&gt;olhaaaa.... na boa..... isso ta virando modinhaa! e.... eu ODEIO modinha.&lt;br /&gt;eh cretino. é estupido. eh irracional. pq eh seempre assim: alguem faz uma coisa, vamos veeer... por exemplo, eu começo a usar roupa com estampa de bolinhas, ok? (soh exemplo) soh q ninguem usava roupa com estampa d bolinha. soh q eu gosto de bolonhas, poxa vida. entao eu começo a usar. ai a C. gosta da ideia e começa a usar tbm, ai a H, descobre q ela fica ma-ra-vi-lho-sa com roupa de bolinhaaas... aii... ja sao 3 pessoas q usam roupa de bolinha. ai a V resolve usar tbm, pq ela achou mega-cool, e a R, pra nao ficar por fora, começa a usar tbm.... aíí... vem a Catarina, q nem fica mto com agnt e começa a usar bolinha tbm, pq acho legal... aiiii a Bruna luisa ve a catarina usando e pensa "ah! eh fofo!" e tbm usaaaaa... ai a Mavi ve q eh a unica q nao usa e Guess what? oh yeah! ela começa a usar tbm...&lt;br /&gt;dai vem a cons e ve a helo usando, dai ela a marcella, a maria, a luisa, a vick, a xuh e tda a torcida do flamengo começam a usar tbm.&lt;br /&gt;dai a torcida do sao-paulo, do palmeiras, do santos e ateh a do corinthians, pra nao ficar por fora, tbm começam a usar. dai ferrô. viro modinha.&lt;br /&gt;td por que EU gosto das infelizes das bolinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh isso que ta acontecendo com o blog da gnt. ta virando modinha. carne de vaca. c alguem quiser me contar alguma coisa, conte. estou ouvindo, ou no caso, lendo. me deixe uma postagem. eu com certeza vou ler, provavelmete vou responder e se for alguma coisa relevante, quem sabe eu comento em uma postagem. mas eu nao vou criar um espaço desabafe pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era isso, minha galera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4265430531182778417?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4265430531182778417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5111666584286759327</id><published>2007-12-19T20:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:24:59.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R2mnhH0bhPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OXMsk8V_EuY/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever felt as your are fading away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever wished to close your eyes and... forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;forget your live, forget your pain, forget the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;just... forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever felt as the world has forgot you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;forgot to give you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever felt lonely when you were on a crowded palce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever wanted to cry when you had everything to be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever wanted to lay out and desappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;have you ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5111666584286759327?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5111666584286759327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5111666584286759327' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5111666584286759327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5111666584286759327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-ever-felt-as-your-are-fading.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8326023760657952431</id><published>2007-12-13T18:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:06:25.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R2GeqtaxhvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FjLQhllZLUs/s1600-h/pree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143566706017404658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R2GeqtaxhvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FjLQhllZLUs/s400/pree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R2GeGtaxhuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7GIF9VwWNMI/s1600-h/pre.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;eu não gosto de não ter nada pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;gosto de ter que fazer mil coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;e nao fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NADA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-8326023760657952431?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8326023760657952431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=8326023760657952431' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8326023760657952431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8326023760657952431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-no-gosto-de-no-ter-nada-pra-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R2GeqtaxhvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FjLQhllZLUs/s72-c/pree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3049797652589717796</id><published>2007-12-09T18:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:43:59.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ai jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu terminei o último Harry Potter! (demoro, neh?)&lt;br /&gt;eh mto tudoooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não vo falar mto se não estraga o livroooo, mas posso dizer  que: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;EU AMO A FAMILIA MALFOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genteeeee....&lt;br /&gt;o Draco ... enfim... fez coisas....&lt;br /&gt;a Narcisa me suspreendeu &lt;strong&gt;TOTAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Lucius nao fez nada... quer dizer.. ah, enfim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gente! le o livro! sério mesmoooo!&lt;br /&gt;eu vou falar umas coisinhas básicas  então...&lt;br /&gt;quem nao quiser saber &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARE DE LER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AI VÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.quais são as horcruxes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; o diário de Tom Ridlle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; o medalhão de  Salazar Slytherin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; o anel de Servolo Gaunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; a  taça de Helga Hufflepuff &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; o diadema de Ravenclaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Nagini &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; e o próprio Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sirius volta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não. E Dumbledore está mesmo morto, porém os dois aparecem no livro falando com Harry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quais são as reliquias da morte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as reliquias são:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- a pedra da reisurreição (a pedra do anel de Servolo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- a capa da invisibilidade ( de Harry por sinal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- a varinha das varinhas (ou a Varinha da Morte, do Destino.. que pertenceu a Dumbledore.. loonga historia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;se vc quiserem saber mais coisas..... É SÓ ME AVISARR, QUE EU EXPLICO TUDINHUUUu! ksaoaksoaksoaksoapks³³&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijos genteee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3049797652589717796?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3049797652589717796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3049797652589717796' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3049797652589717796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3049797652589717796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/ai-jesus.html' title='ai jesus!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4666458131149519468</id><published>2007-12-07T17:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:12:12.417-02:00</updated><title type='text'>as nossas zuerias</title><content type='html'>caraaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem coisas..... que agnt faz soh com UMA amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; festa de pompons..... (com a Luly, obviooooooo!)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; tentar cantar HSM e soh conseguir fazer o "we make each other strong (make each otehr srtong)" (lulyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; faze o joginho do exorcista de noite na casa da palo e depois morre de medo... (com qm??? soh pode ser com a Lulyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;dançar catchaça no meio do patio.. (rafaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; fazer videos sem noçao na minha casa.... "- aquela janelaaaaa? - eh..... - noosssssaaaaaaaaa ... ela vai paga, neh?" oaskpoapoak (rafa, logicooo)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; fazer um video q nós supostamente iriamos mostrar pra lauraa, MAAASS acidentalmente usamos no video o nome DELA e do NAMORADO dela! (rafaaaaa?? cade vc?? eh! com vc mesmooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; esbarrar no T e pedir desculaps com a melhor cara de "eu-nao-sou-linda?" (carooool)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; bolar hsitorias sem noçao em alpha.... (caroool)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; inventar o "aqua-volei" hauhasu (carool)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; se perder no meio de uma selva, com animais bizarros q qdo estao perto fazm menos barulho do que qdo tao longeee.... (carol.. lembra? diario de bordo: de excursao à aventura!)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ah.. com a carol tm mtaaaasssss ocuparia mtooo espaçoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; dançandu hollabackgirl com a nemiii&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; dançando atoladinha em cima da mesa em cmps do jordao....&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; fazenduh esmalte stilizaduuuu (lembraaaa, 1 serieee)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; brigando por causa da carool (nosssa, do baú, essa, hein?)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ptz... tm mtas, tbm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tbm tem coisas que agnt faz com um grupo de amigas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; guerra de pipoca no cinema.... (lembra Carol, Helo, Rafa...)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; dançar chacha slite no recreio com a carol e com a helo...&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; "ta quente pra xuxulecaa!" eu carol, mah e galeraaa&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ficar na boia-cama e se jogar de costas na agua num estlo "panteras"- eu helo e marinaa&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ficar fingindo ser personagens do Harry POtter... -sem comentarios&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ficar brigando ateh altas da noite no PETAR.... -  neeeh, heloo?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; deitar na grama pra ver estrelass - eu, carol, Isa...&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ir no kino no ultimo dia de aula pra ver bwaful, desisteir e resolver assitir&lt;br /&gt;encantada e no final nao ver merda nenhumaa.... - helo, rafa, mavi.....&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; a loira da gilete&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; o supimpa&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; robinson crusoé em ilha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim vai a vidaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koaksosokaosko³³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bejoooss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4666458131149519468?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4666458131149519468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4666458131149519468' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4666458131149519468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4666458131149519468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/thingsss.html' title='as nossas zuerias'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-6477947733254253473</id><published>2007-12-02T20:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:47:03.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me tira do serio......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R1MyxcLrzLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H_8DJfBoeZA/s1600-R/encomendabianca.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; se tem duas coisas que me tiram do serio são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; violencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; despreocupação com o meio-ambiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pq, pensa só....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o mundo nao fosse violento, não teria o menor problema andar sozinha na rua (ou com amigas) de noite, ir em shows, passar o ano novo em clubes sem os pais, só com amigas (neh, Cah?) entre outras coisas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agnt andaria na rua tranquilamente, nossas maes nao teriam q nos falar pra nao pegar taxi pq ele pode ser um sequestrador, ou um pedófilo.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o mundo ia ser TÃÃO melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora, se as pessoas se preocupassem com o meio-ambiente, o efeito-estufa nao estaria com está, as geleiras nao estariam descongelando, nossas vidas iam ser muito mais saudáveis, a água potável nao estaria "acabando"... entre milhões de outras coisas que eu poderia citar mais nao vou por falta de tempo e espaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essas coisas me irritam muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agnt ouve q agnt tem q melhorar o mundo pros nossos filhos, se nao eles nao vao conseguir chegar até os 50 anos... mas nós temos q pensar EM NÓS MEMOS! NÓS estamos vendo o mundo virar uma baderna, NÓS nao vamos ter uma boa saúde, NÓS, NÓS,NÓS! nao os nossos filhos, claro, eles tambem, mas... e NÓS? como NÓS ficamos nessa história? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensem nisso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCÊ NÃO PRECISA BANCAR O SUPER-HERÓI E SALVAR O MUNDO INTEIRO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;É SÓ FASER A SUA PARTE E NÃO O DESTRUIIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-6477947733254253473?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6477947733254253473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=6477947733254253473' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6477947733254253473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/6477947733254253473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-tira-do-serio.html' title='me tira do serio......'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5546300020287324838</id><published>2007-12-02T20:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:17:13.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R1MuOsLrzKI/AAAAAAAAADs/ewS8ih6i2Gg/s1600-R/brady.1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139502429673082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R1MuOsLrzKI/AAAAAAAAADs/LB4OyjGy5Kk/s400/brady.1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R1Mt6sLrzJI/AAAAAAAAADk/i4D4mg_NoFI/s1600-R/brady.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5546300020287324838?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5546300020287324838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5546300020287324838' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5546300020287324838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5546300020287324838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/R1MuOsLrzKI/AAAAAAAAADs/LB4OyjGy5Kk/s72-c/brady.1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2050974052744685854</id><published>2007-11-16T23:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:33:39.953-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ta falando comigo?</title><content type='html'>sabe aquelas cantadas sem noçao q agnt as vezes eh obrigada a ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;(c vc nunca ouviu.. aguarde.. vc vai ouvir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao... agnt nunca tem resposta na ponta da lingua neh? as vezes agtn faz um sinal nao mto agradavel, ou entao solta um "ah! 'se ferra!" mas resposta RESPOSTA msm q eh bom, necas... entao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui umas soluçoes bááásicas... (hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Se eu pudesse te ver nua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; eu morreria feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;R:Se eu pudesse te ver nu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;morreria de rir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Qual o caminho + rápido pra chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ao seu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;R: Cirurgia plástica, lavagem cerebral e uns 6 meses de malhação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Eu nao acreditava em amor a 1ª vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mas qdo te vi mudei de idéia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;R: Que coincidência! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu não acreditava em assombração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Nossa, eu nao sabia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que boneca andava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R: E eu nao sabia que macaco falava!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;entao? útil?? espero q simmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2050974052744685854?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2050974052744685854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2050974052744685854' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2050974052744685854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2050974052744685854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/ta-falando-comigo.html' title='ta falando comigo?'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7713868954911509784</id><published>2007-11-16T22:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:36:05.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'>S2 (?!)</title><content type='html'>é &lt;strong&gt;incrível!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre&lt;/strong&gt; tem um amigo ou uma amiga q chega pra vc e pergunta &lt;em&gt;" e ai, de qm tu ta afim?"&lt;/em&gt; ai c vc pega e responde &lt;strong&gt;(com mta honestidade, por sinal)&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ninguem",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a pessoa fica te olhando com cara de "ahã, sei, sei." mais&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; É verdade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;será q agnt nao tem o direito d NÃO GOSTAR de nenhum menino? de estar feliz só com a amizade deles? qual é? eu tenho amigos meninos q eu gosto bastante... mas como AMIGO POXA! será q isso é tao improvavel?&lt;br /&gt;ou entao, as pessoas gostam d ter alguma coisa pra cometa. pq qdo vc fala "ah, sabe.. eu to afim do X" ela vai e fla "Jura???? ai... ele eh fofo, né? " ou entao" nossa! eu NUNCA imaginaria!"&lt;br /&gt;na boa. ridiculo! ou entao fala q gosta de um menino soh pra nao ouvir "de ninguem? impossivel!"&lt;br /&gt;pois eu axo mto possivel. tenho amigos meninos sim, tah? ou vai dizer q eu to afim do D., do F., do V., do outro F., do A., do U.,...? nao! eles sao meus amigos e ponto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao, se vc nao gosta d ninguem e está cansada de ouvir &lt;em&gt;" ah! nao da pra nao gostar de ninguem!"&lt;/em&gt; junte-se a mim e diga pra qm quiser ouvir " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAO GOSTO DE NINGUEM! E TO MUITO FELIZ NAO GOSTANDO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso ai! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento de histeria: uma coisa é acha gato, otra coisa eh ta afim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7713868954911509784?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7713868954911509784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7713868954911509784' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7713868954911509784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7713868954911509784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/s2.html' title='S2 (?!)'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3478367745086992237</id><published>2007-11-15T17:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:30:37.008-02:00</updated><title type='text'>sim, eu gosto dessa música, tá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyeOuzG4LI/AAAAAAAAADc/BKmJKrqhJgw/s1600-h/500220545_5b5a23d1fd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133151651213271218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyeOuzG4LI/AAAAAAAAADc/BKmJKrqhJgw/s400/500220545_5b5a23d1fd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se a lenda dessa paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;faz sorrir ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o coração é qm sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se a lua toca no maar ela pode nos tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pra dizer que o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nao se acabee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se cada um, faz a sua história....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a nossa pode ser feliz também....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se o coração diz que sim a paixão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;como pode um outro dizer não....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;luz que banha a noite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que faz o sol a dormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mostra como eu amo você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3478367745086992237?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3478367745086992237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3478367745086992237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3478367745086992237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3478367745086992237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/sim-eu-gosto-dessa-msica-t.html' title='sim, eu gosto dessa música, tá?'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyeOuzG4LI/AAAAAAAAADc/BKmJKrqhJgw/s72-c/500220545_5b5a23d1fd_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3049724401466742243</id><published>2007-11-15T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:17:36.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful night... - You can wish everything... - Your dreams will come true ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyMZuzG4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/5fu6t7X5QKo/s1600-h/1489730972_c7f8ccb4a2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133132048982532178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyMZuzG4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/5fu6t7X5QKo/s400/1489730972_c7f8ccb4a2_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you ever created a place that feels safe to hide&lt;br /&gt;It may not be a room with four walls, just a&lt;br /&gt;Place you've created in the mind&lt;br /&gt;A kind of heaven a kind of hell where we can kiss and&lt;br /&gt;tell&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and listen&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to get lost in a dream, but i know the&lt;br /&gt;Door in which i came&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i get healing&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i slow down my breathing&lt;br /&gt;Living in dreams, dreams that come true&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue yes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's good to think aloud, and say to you&lt;br /&gt;See the funny faces up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;A place to get crazy, where life gets so lazy&lt;br /&gt;There's no no, there's no yes, but everything is maybe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'd love to get lost in a dream, wash my fears&lt;br /&gt;In nature's streams&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i get healing&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i slow down my breathing&lt;br /&gt;Living in dreams, dreams that come true&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue yes&lt;br /&gt;I get healing etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love etc.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i get healing&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sleeping, i slow down my breathing&lt;br /&gt;Living in dreams, dreams that come true&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the colour blue...yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3049724401466742243?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3049724401466742243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3049724401466742243' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3049724401466742243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3049724401466742243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-beautiful-night-you-can-wish.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful night... - You can wish everything... - Your dreams will come true ...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzyMZuzG4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/5fu6t7X5QKo/s72-c/1489730972_c7f8ccb4a2_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-819461910119388248</id><published>2007-11-14T19:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:07:22.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>where dreams come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/Rztxieu4vXI/AAAAAAAAACU/zBwDpUekVTo/s1600-h/0.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132821037498023282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/Rztxieu4vXI/AAAAAAAAACU/zBwDpUekVTo/s400/0.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow...Way Up High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's A Land That I Heard Of Once In A Lullaby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow...Skies Are Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That You Dare To Dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Do Come True.Someday I'll Wish Upon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Star And Wake Up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where The Clouds Are Far Behind Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away Above The Chimney Tops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Where You'll Find Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Birds FlyBirds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fly Over The Rainbow--Why Then Oh Why Can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Birds FlyBirds Fly Over The Rainbow--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Then Oh Why Can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Happy Little Blue Birds Fly Beyond The Rainbow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Oh Why Can't I?&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/Rztucuu4vWI/AAAAAAAAACM/cbq4od2yW8U/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-819461910119388248?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/819461910119388248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=819461910119388248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/819461910119388248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/819461910119388248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-dreams-come-true.html' title='where dreams come true...'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/Rztxieu4vXI/AAAAAAAAACU/zBwDpUekVTo/s72-c/0.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3287908798797769873</id><published>2007-11-14T18:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:00:49.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'>you know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzthGeu4vVI/AAAAAAAAACE/nd2uZDccnSU/s1600-h/choro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132802964275641682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzthGeu4vVI/AAAAAAAAACE/nd2uZDccnSU/s400/choro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot&lt;br /&gt;depend on your&lt;br /&gt;eyes when your imagination is out of focus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3287908798797769873?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3287908798797769873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3287908798797769873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3287908798797769873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3287908798797769873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know.html' title='you know....'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RzthGeu4vVI/AAAAAAAAACE/nd2uZDccnSU/s72-c/choro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2670285966228197184</id><published>2007-11-14T18:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:33:17.237-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTUS NOW! &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RztbgOu4vUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hBdiHYRpPjU/s1600-h/oh+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132796809587506498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RztbgOu4vUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hBdiHYRpPjU/s400/oh+god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu amo fotoo!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;da um lig nisso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2670285966228197184?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2670285966228197184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2670285966228197184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2670285966228197184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2670285966228197184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/fotus-now.html' title='FOTUS NOW! &lt;'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RztbgOu4vUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hBdiHYRpPjU/s72-c/oh+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-7027331445623344820</id><published>2007-11-04T19:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:50:36.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'>popular? sim, sim... na minha casa!</title><content type='html'>gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sabe uma coisa q eu nao me conformo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tem gente (neh H.?) q tem "&lt;em&gt;amigas"&lt;/em&gt; digamos assim, que sao populares, e soh falam com essas gnts (tipo a H) qdo qeh, mas qdo nao qh, trata mal, ou sei la oq. agora essas pessoas  que sao maltratadas vem e falam q as populares isso, aquilo, e elas sao falsas.... mas continuam falando com elas! como assim :/??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;c eu axo uma pessoa falsa, c essa pessoa me trata mal soh pq eh pop, ela definitivamente NAO EH MINHA AMIGA! agora, nao so eu q vo ser tratada como capacho pra essas ai, nao! fala serio, so mais eu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;essas meninas pops, nao me tratam mal, nao me usam... pq eu nao deixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;entao H, para d sofre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;da um corta nelas, ou entao, nao reclama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-7027331445623344820?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7027331445623344820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=7027331445623344820' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7027331445623344820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/7027331445623344820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/popular-sim-sim-na-minha-casa.html' title='popular? sim, sim... na minha casa!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-2939367166159393702</id><published>2007-10-21T13:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:13:16.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FERIADOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>caaaarrrraaa! feriado &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfeeeitooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui pra alpha com a Devil! naaaaaaa verdaaaaaddeeeee... qm ia comigo era nossa friend Cah. maisssss erla ia pro RiooooO! ai danou-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais enfim.... na sexta (dia das crianças) agnt foi no xurrasco da katia e do Biraaaaaaaaa (hauhsuahsh)! ai o geenio do meu pai.. pqgo uma arminha de espirra agua e começo a molha eu e a D... meu irmao (de 3 anos) gosto da ideia... e ... bem.... agnt fico.. ENSOPADA! mais foi xouuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai foram passando os dias... eu fiz um blog pra D e blablkabaç&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feriado zuado!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos !]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-2939367166159393702?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2939367166159393702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=2939367166159393702' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2939367166159393702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/2939367166159393702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/feriadooooo.html' title='FERIADOOOOO!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-4374147459049647769</id><published>2007-10-13T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:11:43.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RxBTVU6cwMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BlNJKGbumOA/s1600-h/030.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120684402176475330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RxBTVU6cwMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BlNJKGbumOA/s400/030.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; caraaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamuh combina! Srtah. jardim, vc NAO EH A V! ok??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;aimeudeus! &lt;/em&gt;pq essas coisas acontecem comigo hein?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que merda! olha issoo! eu preciso de AJUDA: eu tenhu uma friend, q ta com problemas na casa dela, ai ela chega na scola, e briga com AGNT falando q agnt ta tratando ela mal! eh H, eu to falando d vc! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gnt! antes era feliz ir pra scola, sabe? ve as friends.... um cara bunito e poh poh... galinha !caraaaa soh a V vai intende o lance do Poh poh... ah! a c tambem vai! ashajhsuahsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enfim... agora, no recreio agnt fica moh separada! e ah! C, vc fala q agnt esta se (palavra foda) fragmentendo, mais vc e a R nao cooperam mto, neh? (neh? neh?) vcs nem passam o recreio com agnt! mais blzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cara qdo vcs lerem isso eu vo ouvi, hein??? ai meus ouvidooooosss! ahsuhsuhaushas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok, to boba! (eh! mais ainda!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enfim! beijossss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RxBTHk6cwLI/AAAAAAAAABI/nncMR7QPLsw/s1600-h/030.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120684165953274034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 27px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 21px" height="11" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RxBTHk6cwLI/AAAAAAAAABI/nncMR7QPLsw/s400/030.gif" width="54" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-4374147459049647769?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4374147459049647769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=4374147459049647769' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4374147459049647769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/4374147459049647769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/caraaaaa-vamuh-combina-srtah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RxBTVU6cwMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BlNJKGbumOA/s72-c/030.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-337762221652531868</id><published>2007-10-07T19:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:17:05.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amo essa musicaaa! arte, da um lig, nisso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 356px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-79.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158283001977&amp;amp;site=widget-79.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158283001977&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-79.slide.com/q1/504403158283001977/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158283001977&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-79.slide.com/q2/504403158283001977/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-337762221652531868?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/337762221652531868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=337762221652531868' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/337762221652531868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/337762221652531868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/veja-meu-skinflix_07.html' title='amo essa musicaaa! arte, da um lig, nisso!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-8505953004388720016</id><published>2007-10-07T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:09:55.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwlZJBhLZHI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUsHSQ9nsoM/s1600-h/287love-messbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118720463044568178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwlZJBhLZHI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUsHSQ9nsoM/s320/287love-messbrasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe, amigo pra mim, eh valioso, nao tem preço, nao tem tamanho.... por isso q se tem uma coisa que me irrita, eh falsidade! nao suporto falsidade!&lt;br /&gt;uma coisa eh respeitar, falar "oi" "tchau", e conversar caso precise, outra, eh falar q odeia a pessoa e na frente dela, ser suuperlegal, xamar pra ir no shopping.... esse foi um dos motivos de briga com a minha amiga (H.) ela falava mal d umas meninas, ams ela vivia xamando essas garotas pra i na casa dela.. pra mim isso eh falsidade, falei isso pra ela.. ela nao gosto mto, e pergunto pq isso me incomodava tanto. pensa: c ela faiz isso com essas garotas, q ano passado, eram superamigas dela, ela pod fazer isso comigo tmbm.. eu nao qro desconfiar das minhas amigas... mas a aquelas garotas, tmbm ja foram melhores amigas dela....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu precisava desabafa, sabe... (hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-8505953004388720016?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8505953004388720016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=8505953004388720016' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8505953004388720016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/8505953004388720016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/ai-ai-sabe-amigo-pra-mim-eh-valioso-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwlZJBhLZHI/AAAAAAAAABA/TUsHSQ9nsoM/s72-c/287love-messbrasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-3569886450579254782</id><published>2007-10-06T20:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:32:28.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>iuhu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346358590507&amp;amp;site=widget-2b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:356px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346358590507&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/q1/648518346358590507/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346358590507&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/q2/648518346358590507/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-3569886450579254782?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3569886450579254782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=3569886450579254782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3569886450579254782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/3569886450579254782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/veja-meu-skinflix_06.html' title='iuhu!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5404697211164389312</id><published>2007-10-06T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:13:23.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwgWeBhLZFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zSIM7M4bWug/s1600-h/migas045[1].jpg_Thumbnail1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118365681566049362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwgWeBhLZFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zSIM7M4bWug/s400/migas045%5B1%5D.jpg_Thumbnail1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; friends forever! as brigas NUNCA vao separar agnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5404697211164389312?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5404697211164389312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5404697211164389312' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5404697211164389312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5404697211164389312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends-forever-as-brigas-nunca-vao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/RwgWeBhLZFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zSIM7M4bWug/s72-c/migas045%5B1%5D.jpg_Thumbnail1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629037430759385872.post-5516921134114541658</id><published>2007-10-06T19:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:44:55.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oie!</title><content type='html'>esse primeiro post, vai ser pra vcs saberem um pouco da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho uma turma, mais utimamente agnt ta brigandu mto.... agnt  sempre foi mto unida, mas agora parece q qualqué coisa faz angt briga!(nao q agnt NUUUNCA discutisse, maaass) e como c nao bastasse uma das minhas melhores amigas ta se sentindo "trocada", ela axa q eu gosto mais da C. do q dela! mais o problema eh... eu conheço a C. a mtoooo mais tempo! e nos sempre fomos mto amigas! eu sei como eh se sentir trocada, afinal eu me senti assim qdo a C. conheceu a R. e eu tambem me senti um poko trocada esse ano, mais depois percebi, q assim como eu tenho otras amigas, a C. tambem tem! e nao adianta eu entra em crise axando q ela nao eh mais minha amigaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt; mas enfim, o clima entre agnt ta horrivel, e parece q a nossa amizade eterna nao eh tao eterna assim, e q o nosso amigas pra sempre, tambem nao eh pra taaaooo sempre assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c vcs souberem oq faze... me avisem! eu nao qro q a nossa amizade acabe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Desabafo de Bih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629037430759385872-5516921134114541658?l=bih-teen-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5516921134114541658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629037430759385872&amp;postID=5516921134114541658' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5516921134114541658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629037430759385872/posts/default/5516921134114541658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bih-teen-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/oie.html' title='oie!'/><author><name>Bih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09992001416751622710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-B3AYDPsepg/SXYSKpPpmoI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rmv_LFnU2Dw/S220/bi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
