<?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-2617755</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:58.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . | i m a g e m | &amp; | p o e s i a | . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>Pra quem curte Arquitetura e Poesia... Arte em geral... e pra quem, como eu, sonha o tempo todo, procurando magia em tudo o que faz...
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10320113</id><published>2002-03-03T02:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T04:50:06.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai ai...&lt;br /&gt;chegou o dia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 ANO DE BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô achando lindo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;só tenho uma coisa a dizer: esse é meu último post aqui... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;eu disse &lt;i&gt;meu último post &lt;b&gt;aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;recomeço (como a gente deve fazer sempre) em novo endereço, com novo visual, novas vontades, etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse endereço continua existindo... como um arquivo desse 1 ano de registro de idéias e acontecimentos... mas agora se quiserem continuar me 'lendo', se atualizem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milaandreola.rg3.net" title="e recomeço sempre..." target="_blank"&gt;|imagem|&amp;|poesia| - entre trilhos e caminhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10320113?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10320113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10320113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10320113' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10292368</id><published>2002-03-02T04:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T04:16:54.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>só agora me dou conta de quanto tempo tinha que não vinha na página do blogger... tinha até me esquecido como era... rs... adoro o &lt;b&gt;bloggar&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;e se tudo der certo, amanhã tem novidade... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10292368?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10292368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10292368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10292368' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10253197</id><published>2002-03-01T03:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T03:37:36.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quase todas as imagens do meu blog foram pro beleléu junto com o servidor onde eu as hospedava gratuitamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom... NÃO VOU ARRUMÁ-LAS...&lt;br /&gt;depois vão entender pq...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10253197?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10253197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10253197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10253197' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10170937</id><published>2002-02-27T02:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T02:39:46.730-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;te presenteio um sapato macio e um poema&lt;br /&gt;uma flor de perfume leve e cor tranqüila... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e já que o humor veio sem cansaço&lt;br /&gt;hoje tem boa conversa na varanda&lt;br /&gt;pulando de rede em rede&lt;br /&gt;como se palavra tivesse perna - e disposição&lt;br /&gt;e caindo num abraço&lt;br /&gt;(repare o largo sorriso)&lt;br /&gt;como se pudessem os braços &lt;br /&gt;alçarem vôos tão longos e altos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na ponta dos pés titubea também o desejo, já tão gasto que ao avesso se mostra... como aquela camisa que encarde de uso mas conforta e abriga o peito tendo já tomado a forma e tamanho exatos pra deixar à vontade uma imensidão de sentimentos guardados pra ti...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10170937?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10170937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10170937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10170937' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10088425</id><published>2002-02-25T01:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T01:57:20.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alininha veio aqui e trouxe um &lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/cds_productdetails.asp?Query=&amp;ProdTypeId=2&amp;CatId=10967&amp;PrevCatId=10967&amp;ProdId=69144&amp;ST=BA100077" title="dias de paz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cd liiiiiiiiiiiiiiindo do Beto Guedes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que eu juro que quero... se não for abuso... bom... meu aniversário tá chegando... então... se alguém quiser fazer um agrado... rs... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho até que vou fazer uma listinha de presentes, colocar aqui e avisar os amigos... =) adorável essa idéia... rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10088425?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10088425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10088425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10088425' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10086822</id><published>2002-02-25T01:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T01:11:18.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinto um cheiro bom... de café... que deixou até meu incenso fraquinho...&lt;br /&gt;e eu mais feliz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10086822?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10086822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10086822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10086822' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10075280</id><published>2002-02-24T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T18:56:32.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;que se danem os nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ana carolina/totonho villeroy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vim gastando meus sapatos&lt;br /&gt;me livrando de alguns pesos&lt;br /&gt;perdoando meus enganos&lt;br /&gt;desfazendo minhas malas&lt;br /&gt;talvez assim chegar mais perto&lt;br /&gt;vim achei que eu me acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;e ficava confiante&lt;br /&gt;outra hora era o nada&lt;br /&gt;a vida presa num barbante&lt;br /&gt;e eu quem dava o nó&lt;br /&gt;eu lembrava de nós dois mas já cansava de esperar&lt;br /&gt;e tão só eu me sentia e seguia a procurar&lt;br /&gt;esse algo alguma coisa alguém que fosse me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;se há alguém no ar&lt;br /&gt;responda se eu chamar&lt;br /&gt;alguém gritou meu nome&lt;br /&gt;ou eu quis escutar&lt;br /&gt;vem eu sei que tá tão perto&lt;br /&gt;e por que não me responde&lt;br /&gt;se também tuas esperas te levaram pra bem longe&lt;br /&gt;é longe esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;vem nunca é tarde ou distante&lt;br /&gt;pra te contar os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;a vida solta num instante&lt;br /&gt;tenho coragem tenho medo sim&lt;br /&gt;que se danem os nós&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10075280?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10075280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10075280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10075280' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-10075079</id><published>2002-02-24T18:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T18:48:04.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;anteontem ganhei um mural &lt;b&gt;azul&lt;/b&gt; de estrelinhas... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei &lt;b&gt;tão&lt;/b&gt; feliz que tô fazendo um poema &lt;b&gt;azul&lt;/b&gt; pra colocar nele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-10075079?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10075079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/10075079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10075079' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9987429</id><published>2002-02-22T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T01:21:33.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se eu tivesse oportunidade de voltar atrás em algumas coisas... se eu pudesse retomar a minha vida, agir de outra forma, consertar erros... não fazê-los... às vezes um simples ato nosso pode fazer com que a gente recupere anos... serve como um bálsamo... que a gente pode transformar em remédio ou veneno. Não é tão simples assim. Não é tão fácil assumir erros, retoma-los, conserta-los, porque para isso a gente precisa revive-los. Talvez tenha sido isso que ocorreu... só que a partir do momento que a gente dá um passo assim temos a capacidade de mudar não só a nossa vida. Nenhuma ação gera efeitos só em nós mesmos. A gente sempre carrega uma quantidade de pessoas o tempo todo, sendo felizes ou tristes junto com a gente... influímos diretamente na vida das pessoas que estão à nossa volta e somos claramente responsáveis por isso. Eu não estou triste por ter dado um grande passo. Mas as conseqüências que esse passo tem trazido doem muito. Eu costumo me arrepender de muita coisa que eu faço. Ainda não me arrependi desse. Mas dia 11 de março pode ser meu inferno ou meu céu. Não vai ser um simples aniversário...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9987429?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9987429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9987429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9987429' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9873693</id><published>2002-02-19T03:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T04:54:16.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marcinha tá em Juiz de Fora!!!!!! tava com muita saudade dessa minha prima-irmã cuiabana... &lt;br /&gt;mas... voltei ao trabalho.... olha... hoje foi pesado..... voltar à rotina... ao Autocad... eu não fiz NADA de produtivo nesse carnaval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não... quer dizer... fui ao cinema 2 dias... e vi 3 filmes no vídeo... e comecei a rascunhar a justificativa do meu trabalho final... e tomei capuccino com a Alininha... e cervejinha com a Marcinha (minha amiga)... e fiquei carente.... =) ah.. foi produtivo sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e hj fiquei até 20 h fofocando c/ a minha chefe... risos.... ao invés de fazer um detalhamento... claaaaro... não.... brincadeira... eu trabalhei muito tb....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9873693?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9873693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9873693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9873693' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9836458</id><published>2002-02-18T02:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T02:41:42.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô com vontade de relaxar um pouco... eu levo as coisas muito a sério, acabo me tornando uma pessoa pesada... e por fim passo a cobrar das pessoas um comportamento ou uma reação que pouco tem a ver com a maneira que eu queria que me tratassem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico me lembrando do período em que conversei com o Fred Foroni pelo ICQ e a liberdade que a gente tinha um com o outro... os assuntos fluíam e não tinha nenhum tipo de cobrança... nossa curta amizade (em termos de tempo) ia se misturando, não havia comprometimento nenhum, a gente se falava quando dava vontade e o que dava vontade e tava tudo certo... tranqüilo... ele deu uma sumida e outro dia enquanto eu falava p/ um amigo dele, que já foi muito amigo meu, sobre o quanto acho Fred uma pessoa fantástica, e tal... ele perguntou se eu o achava bonito e eu disse que sim... foi o suficiente p/ ele dar uma de falar que já viu Fred com 'tantas' mulheres e tal... deu vontade de rir... parecia um aviso: 'cuide-se... ele é perigoso'... falo isso pq conheço bem a pessoa com quem conversava... acho que ele não entenderia a amizade que rolava e que era só isso... pena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria ter mais amigos assim.... tô descobrindo que por causa desse meu jeito mais sério tenho tido poucas amizades como a do Fred... tenho andado super fechada.... por isso fico carente (acho)... de vez em quando vejo que tô meio perdida.... acho que eu era mais interessante há um tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9836458?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9836458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9836458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9836458' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9823788</id><published>2002-02-17T19:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T19:22:20.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ih.... meu blog é pisciano como eu....=) aniversário dia 03/03.... caramba...... 1 ano escrevendo aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9823788?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9823788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9823788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9823788' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9823515</id><published>2002-02-17T19:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T19:12:33.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem até foi legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui ao cinema com um mooonte de gente..... =) Marcinha, Lully, Audria, André, Wallace, Patrícia e o Pablo! deixei o Pablo pro fim propositalmente.... rs... é que ele meu amigo &lt;a href="http://www.carasdoapartamento.com.br/pablo/" title="um dos caras do apartamento" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blogueiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que conheci ontem!!!! super gente boa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fomos pro Café Acústico depois do cinema (ahm, fomos assistir 'O Quarto do Filho', um filme italiano muito bonito e muito triste)... rimos muito... =) voltei pra casa bem mais leve... fiquei acordada até bem tarde mas nada de interessante aconteceu.... fazer o que....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9823515?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9823515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9823515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9823515' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9820339</id><published>2002-02-17T17:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T17:17:19.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>credo, que dia mais morno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9820339?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9820339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9820339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9820339' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9743084</id><published>2002-02-15T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T00:53:18.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nenhum amigo aí???? não?????? &lt;br /&gt;tô carente e ninguém comenta nada...... :oþ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9743084?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9743084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9743084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9743084' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9742544</id><published>2002-02-15T00:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T00:38:33.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>já estou bem melhor...&lt;br /&gt;à tarde Alininha veio aqui em casa e passamos uma tarde bem agradável passeando um pouquinho e conversando muuuuuuuito... isso me deixou mais relaxada e menos carente - apesar da minha carência não ser de amizade... amigos eu tenho muitos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(ISSO NÃO FOI INDIRETA NEM RECLAMAÇÃO)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fomos ao cinema com Marcinha... assistimos "E Sua Mãe Também"... foi bem engraçado... ai ai... depois eu e Aline fomos pro Ney, encontramos a Yone conversamos muito, eu consegui esclarecer muitas coisas sobre uma pessoa que me chateia muito (rs) e resolvi mudar minha maneira de agir em relação a essa pessoa... tá... eu já mudei bastante, mas foi uma mudança inconsciente... isso foi super engraçado... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheguei em casa agora... tô mais leve... isso tudo pode parecer meio bobinho... esse post foi bem bobinho... mas aí é que está o lado bom da coisa... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9742544?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9742544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9742544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9742544' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9705572</id><published>2002-02-14T01:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T01:13:53.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EU TÔ SURTANDO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9705572?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9705572' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9705531</id><published>2002-02-14T01:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T01:12:36.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>socorro não estou sentindo nada... nem medo nem calor nem fogo não vai dar mais pra chorar nem pra rir... socorro alguma alma mesmo que penada me entregue suas penas... já não sinto amor nem dor.... já não sinto nada.... socorro alguém me dê um coração que esse já não bate nem apanha... por favor uma emoção pequena qualquer coisa.... qual-quer coi-sa que se sin-ta... tem tantos sentimentos deve ter algum  que sirva... socorro alguma rua que me dê sentindo... em qualquer cruzamento acostamento encruzilhada... socorro eu já não sinto nada... &lt;b&gt;nada&lt;/b&gt;... em qualquer cruzamento acostamento encruzilhada... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9705531?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9705531' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9705289</id><published>2002-02-14T01:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T01:05:05.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô ouvindo o cd ao vivo da Cássia Eller agora e parece que um caminhão passou por cima de mim... um daqueles bem grandes carregando alguma coisa bem estranha, cheirando mal e com uma daquelas placas com dizeres 'espirituosos'... saco isso... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora imagine um carinha de bicicleta vindo atrás do caminhão... sim... ele também passa por mim... risos... olhe.... faz tempo que não me sinto assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9705289?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9705289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9705289' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9704298</id><published>2002-02-14T00:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T00:37:23.730-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu tô muito carente... MUITO... fazendo carinho em mim mesma (esse estágio é dose!)... implorando p/ alguém falar que gosta de mim, que eu sou bonitnha, que eu sou legal... vixe.... =\ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9704298?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9704298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9704298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9704298' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9663337</id><published>2002-02-12T23:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T23:31:06.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vitalidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ledusha]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poema de Borges &lt;br /&gt;Na tarde de verão&lt;br /&gt;O vinho fresco&lt;br /&gt;Ah, serenidade!&lt;br /&gt;Meu vestido claro&lt;br /&gt;Uvas tépidas na mão&lt;br /&gt;Peixes&lt;br /&gt;Passagem aéreas&lt;br /&gt;O que faço aqui,&lt;br /&gt;irredutível?&lt;br /&gt;Há pouca luz à beira mar&lt;br /&gt;Darkness in our souls&lt;br /&gt;Penso em Joyce sorrindo &lt;br /&gt;Com estrelas no bolso&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;Conhecimento, pulsação&lt;br /&gt;O mar é um tigre &lt;br /&gt;lambendo minhas sandálias&lt;br /&gt;da noite &lt;br /&gt;repleto de pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Desprego a palavra, atônita&lt;br /&gt;para que vague, &lt;br /&gt;apaziguada,&lt;br /&gt;entre estrelas &lt;br /&gt;O que resta de sombra&lt;br /&gt;retiro da íris&lt;br /&gt;como um sus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9663337?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9663337' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9663251</id><published>2002-02-12T23:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T23:28:13.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>será que adiantaria eu dizer tantas coisas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9663251?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9663251' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9663218</id><published>2002-02-12T23:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T23:27:24.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ando cansada e com o coração apertado...sentindo 'coisas'...&lt;br /&gt;depois de 2 horas com Alininha no telefone cheguei a algumas conclusões que só me deixaram mais confusa... rs... e minha amiga tb não tá muito legal... acho que nós duas estamos precisando dar um jeito na vida, viu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9663218?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9663218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9663218' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9662622</id><published>2002-02-12T23:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T23:13:10.536-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>achei &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/musicai/direita.html" target="_blank"&gt;isso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; muito curioso enquanto procurava poemas da Ledusha Spinardi no Google...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9662622?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9662622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9662622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9662622' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9652063</id><published>2002-02-12T17:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T17:51:04.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"O Grande Circo Místico"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beto Correa, Dico da Viola, Jefinho e Marquinhos Índio]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É show, que euforia &lt;br /&gt;Festa na cidade &lt;br /&gt;O grande circo místico chegou &lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a Mocidade &lt;br /&gt;Abra as cortinas do seu coração &lt;br /&gt;Nossa arte é vida, cheia de emoção &lt;br /&gt;Vem sonhar acordado &lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo encantado &lt;br /&gt;É fascinação &lt;br /&gt;Palhaço sambista &lt;br /&gt;Em estado de graça &lt;br /&gt;Pro malabarista, aplausos da massa &lt;br /&gt;E o trapezista bailando no ar &lt;br /&gt;E na cartola a surpresa o que será? (Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taí o real picadeiro &lt;br /&gt;A cada instante &lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem além da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;É nobreza e cultura, magia, ternura &lt;br /&gt;Uma doce ilusão &lt;br /&gt;Mãe de toda arte, seduz os meus olhos &lt;br /&gt;Teu chão de estrelas &lt;br /&gt;Aonde chega é felicidade &lt;br /&gt;Quando vai embora é um mar de saudade &lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem alegria &lt;br /&gt;Sonho da criançada? (tem sim senhor!) &lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu é de lona &lt;br /&gt;Vamos dar gargalhada, meu amor (Bis) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9652063?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9652063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9652063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9652063' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9651362</id><published>2002-02-12T17:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T17:27:01.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... de um monte de gente... =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9651362?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9651362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9651362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9651362' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9651327</id><published>2002-02-12T17:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T17:25:37.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9651327?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9651327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9651327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9651327' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9631960</id><published>2002-02-12T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T03:10:15.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tem uma coisa que eu gosto muito no Carnaval: o desfile da &lt;b&gt;Mocidade&lt;/b&gt;... caramba, tava muito lindo!!!!!!!!!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9631960?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9631960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9631960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9631960' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9631882</id><published>2002-02-12T03:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T03:08:01.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adoro o Ariano Suassuna... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9631882?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9631882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9631882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9631882' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9591599</id><published>2002-02-11T00:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T00:21:11.480-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dormi muuuuuuito hj... além de organizar meu computador pra formatá-lo essa semana... ai, fazendo backup de tuuuuuudo.... arf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora tô ouvindo Milton Nascimento... =) sabe que desde que descobri que meu amigo Will gosta do Milton sempre me lembro dele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9591599?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9591599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9591599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9591599' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9554064</id><published>2002-02-09T17:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T17:46:53.433-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>definitivamente eu não gosto de carnaval.... &lt;br /&gt;mas pelo menos vou descansar pra caramba... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9554064?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9554064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9554064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9554064' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9553722</id><published>2002-02-09T17:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T17:33:12.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô aqui fazendo mil testes com o gravador de cd que eu comprei..... (ufa... rs)&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe tava comentando como eu acabo conseguindo tudo o que quero e o que preciso... tô muito feliz por isso... é legal quando a gente consegue as coisas por nós mesmos, fruto de muito trabalho, sem depender de ninguém.... parece que as conquistas têm outro gosto... e acho que eu tenho muita sorte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... meu computador tá mais rapidinho tb... =) e c/ o gravador eu posso deixar ele mais levinho pq vou dar um jeito de armazenar os arquivos mais pesados e que não uso tanto em cd.... tirando as mp3's que vou tirar daqui, né? quase 2.0 Gb... uh.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim vou poder trabalhar mais tranquila... que alíííííííííívio... =) e poder pegar novos trabalhos tb.... pq tadinho do Niemeyer (meu micro), não tava dando conta do recado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9553722?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9553722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9553722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9553722' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9500761</id><published>2002-02-08T00:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T00:58:35.613-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mas como a minha vó diz: &lt;i&gt;'é... e a vida continua, minha gente...'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9500761?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9500761' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9500709</id><published>2002-02-08T00:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T00:57:19.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mas fiquei triste com uma notícia... fui ao Palace com a minha mãe e acabei confirmando que a Tia Lecy (tia da minha amiga Lully) faleceu... = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei muito triste... adoro Tia Lecy.... era sempre uma alegria muito grande encontrá-la no caixa do Palace... sempre bem humorada, sempre carinhosa.... e acho que o pior é a sensação de não ter tido a chance de me despedir de uma pessoa que gosto tanto... claro que não discuto o fato de ter sabido da notícia só hj.... a Lully deve estar desnorteada... mas sabe aquela sensação de nunca mais poder ver alguém??? agora eu vou continuar indo ao Palace e à casa da Lully... mas não vou mais ver Tia Lecy... cara... isso é muito ruim.... = (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9500709?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9500709' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9500486</id><published>2002-02-08T00:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T00:50:59.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô caindo de sono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu dia foi até legal... fiquei de bobeira, não fui nem à faculdade nem ao estágio... foi aquela história: não precisaaaaaaaava ir.... então não fui... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passei a metade da manhã rolando na cama (e tentando me levantar p/ ir à faculdade encontrar o André, meu orientador) e a outra metade cuidando do Vítor, meu sobrinho... =) ele tá uma gracinha!!!! ficava me chamando de &lt;b&gt;'Mi-mi'&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;'doda&lt;/b&gt;' (tradução: 'doida')!!!!!!!! liiiiiiindo.... tirando as 15 vezes em que ele tentou desligar a TV bem na hora em que o Washington Olivetto tava dando a entrevista coletiva.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à tarde comprei umas coisinhas p/ mim - inclusive uma agenda, que já tava precisando - e fui encontrar Rachel no Projeto de Revitalização Urbana pra corrigir e completar umas fichas que preenchi no Projeto Habitar Brasil... tranqüilo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na volta passei no trabalho da Paulinha e conversamos bastante... ri muito também!!!!!!!! e fomos eu, ela e Lu (noivo da Paula) comer uma sanduba no 'famoooooooso' Mary Milk... coisa boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9500486?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9500486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9500486' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9424243</id><published>2002-02-06T01:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T01:30:54.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AGORA EU VOU DORMIR!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D  O  R  M  I  R  !  !  !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9424243?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9424243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9424243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9424243' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9423458</id><published>2002-02-06T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T01:09:49.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>olhe... acho que nunca tive um fim de semana com tanto trabalho e tão pouca tranqüilidade.... nem conto pelo que passei.... não foram 'horas' nesse computador... foram 'DIAS'... sem tempo pra comer ou dormir.... só parava p/ ir trabalhar num projeto de urbanização de áreas carentes chamado 'Habitar Brasil'..... sim, embaixo de muito sol e em cima de muito barro (choveu p/ caramba aqui)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso é demais..... só parava de trabalhar p/ trabalhar mais..... risos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9423458?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9423458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9423458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9423458' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9351502</id><published>2002-02-04T03:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T03:29:53.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confesso que eu estou arrasada... em todos os sentidos possíveis... me sentindo um trapo de gente... metade de qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que bom que eu ainda tenho um menino que me dá carinho de madrugada e me deixa um pouco mais feliz quando as coisas estão indo mal... :o*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9351502?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9351502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9351502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9351502' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9182214</id><published>2002-01-30T01:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T01:27:41.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, ok... essa messagem foi conseqüência de um ataque de saudade e carência... &lt;br /&gt;vc não é tão chato assim... = ( mas vai ficar sem menina hj..... hmpf.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9182214?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9182214' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9182125</id><published>2002-01-30T01:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T01:22:52.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e &lt;b&gt;menino&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO TÔ COM SAUDADE DE VC, SEU CHATO... daqui a 10 min. eu vou dormir e aonde foi que o sr. se meteu??? hmpf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9182125?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9182125' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9182066</id><published>2002-01-30T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T01:21:23.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.minhasminhocas.rg3.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.alessandrocastro.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alê&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://will.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: eu quase não tenho comentado os devidos blogs, pouco tenho encontrado com vcs no icq e qdo encontro é super rápido... mas eu tô com saudade! =) principalmente do Will e da Tequinha, que já conheço de verdaaaade... (o Alê é chatinho e logo que soube que eu fui ao Rio tratou de sumir.... =þ) &lt;br /&gt;beijinhos pra vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9182066?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9182066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9182066' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9181013</id><published>2002-01-30T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T00:53:31.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ando meio afastada, sem muita paciência pra escrever e com alguma dor no estômago... a paciência pode ser conseqüência de um início de TPM (um saaaaaaaaaaco - fico intragável) e a dor causada por café e coca-cola em excesso... grrrrrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isso acaba de me lembrar de um chazinho de capim-limão que me espera... hmmmm... boooom....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9181013?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9181013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9181013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9181013' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9180893</id><published>2002-01-30T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T00:49:45.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sexta começo trabalho novo.... com habitações populares... =)))) acho que vai ser bem lgal, mesmo sendo um trabalho de 2 semanas só....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9180893?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9180893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9180893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9180893' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-9110001</id><published>2002-01-28T01:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T01:51:54.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não conheço São Paulo, mas achei &lt;a href="http://www.novae.inf.br/gislene/poesia.htm" title="novae" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;isso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muito interessante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-9110001?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9110001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/9110001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9110001' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8992564</id><published>2002-01-24T02:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T02:50:32.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8992564?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8992564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8992564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8992564' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8992452</id><published>2002-01-24T02:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T02:47:00.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mudei a descrição do blog ali do lado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8992452?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8992452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8992452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8992452' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8991303</id><published>2002-01-24T02:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T02:10:11.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e pra quem tava sem assunto.... rendeu... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8991303?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8991303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8991303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8991303' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8991277</id><published>2002-01-24T02:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T02:09:29.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah.... ontem vieram me falar que é estranho como posso escrever tantas intimidades minhas aqui.. se sou uma pessoa tão tímida pessoalmente... bom.... &lt;br /&gt;escrever é mais fácil sim... e me mostrar sem que as pessoas estejam me vendo (fisicamente) também... mas eu não sou tão tímida assim... às vezes acho até que falo demais de mim, o que me parece um tanto egoísta... mas eu falo quando me sinto segura... e quando me sinto ouvida... principalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sabe que algumas situações e/ou pessoas me bloqueiam??? risos... isso é engraçado... sabia que eu nunca consegui dançar direito perto da minha melhor amiga? louco isso, né? e engraçado.... e é uma das pessoas que mais amo no mundo... mas tinha esse bloqueio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como tenho em falar de mim com algumas pessoas... a maioria por achar que não tem a mínima c/ a minha vida.... rs... mas com outras pessoas, talvez por medo de me abrir e quebrar a cara... ou de falar demais... (se bem que às vezes eu bem tenho vontade de falar demais... rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o blog é uma válvula de escape... às vezes tenho necessidade de colocar algumas coisas aqui, por ser um lugar que criei pra mim... pra falar de mim... então fica fácil... eu sei que muita gente que nem tem idéia de quem sou eu lê esse monte de 'bobeiras'... mas sei também que muita gente que importa vem aqui... e sei que muitas outras pessoas não vêem aqui, o que me dá mais segurança ainda... risos... o que importa é que eu escrevo pra MIM.... como alguém que escreve um diário mesmo (daqueles de papel, trancado por um cadeadinho que todo mundo consegue abrir... rs)... por isso tanta liberdade p/ falar algumas coisas íntimas... só que não são tão íntimas quanto pensam, exatamente pela possibilidade de ser um diário posto a público...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é isso.... me sinto à vontade aqui... é um lugar, como outro qualquer... e que me dá segurança... e desperta meu ego...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8991277?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8991277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8991277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8991277' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8990212</id><published>2002-01-24T01:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T01:37:34.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poxa... queria escrever alguma coisa legal aqui hoje... mas não consigo encontrar nada, nada, nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruzes... será que eu tô ficando sem assunto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8990212?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8990212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8990212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8990212' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8918111</id><published>2002-01-22T00:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T00:22:39.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e eu acabei descobrindo que as tais assombrações nem incomodam tanto... é mais ou menos comoacontece em "o sexto sentido": respirar fundo e enfrentar... passa rapidinho... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas que eu mudei, mudei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8918111?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8918111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8918111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8918111' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8918048</id><published>2002-01-22T00:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T00:20:37.230-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje tô bem felizinha...&lt;br /&gt;já que a vida pessoal não anda lá essas coisas (tirando por vc, meu menino, e alguns amigos adoráveis), um pouquinho de sucesso profissional não faz mal nenhum... meu ego tá voando por aí, inflado, em algum lugar bem alto...&lt;br /&gt;que bom... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8918048?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8918048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8918048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8918048' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8885721</id><published>2002-01-21T01:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T01:06:54.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quanto mais eu rezo... mais assombração me aparece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8885721?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8885721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8885721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8885721' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8872557</id><published>2002-01-20T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T16:00:27.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ISSO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chico César]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso que não ouso dizer o nome&lt;br /&gt;Isso que dói quando você some &lt;br /&gt;Isso que brilha quando você chega&lt;br /&gt;Isso que não sossega, que me desprega de mim &lt;br /&gt;Isso tem de ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Isso que carrego pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Isso que me faz contar as luas&lt;br /&gt;Isso que ofusca o sol&lt;br /&gt;Isso que é você e sou sem fim &lt;br /&gt;Isso tem de ser assim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8872557?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8872557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8872557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8872557' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8871676</id><published>2002-01-20T15:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T15:20:41.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"luva e mão, mão e luva... vamos passear de guarda-chuva..."  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8871676?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8871676' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8871630</id><published>2002-01-20T15:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T15:18:40.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e hj tem até um solzinho morno por aqui.... bom sinal... quem sabe alguma coisa ainda mude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8871630?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8871630' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8871599</id><published>2002-01-20T15:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T15:17:50.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>já estou bem melhor, muito obrigada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8871599?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8871599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8871599' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8860116</id><published>2002-01-20T02:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T02:04:32.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu devia ter saído com a Kenninha... tô ficando burra... e chata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8860116?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8860116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8860116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8860116' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8860033</id><published>2002-01-20T02:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T02:00:52.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô bem, viu? putz...&lt;br /&gt;volto a ter vontade de chorar o dia todo... por qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ai... precisando mudar de vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8860033?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8860033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8860033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8860033' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8859303</id><published>2002-01-20T01:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T01:30:04.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.txtmagazine.com/edicao_12/estranha.htm" title="estranha loja de doces" target="_blank"&gt;leiam...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8859303?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8859303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8859303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8859303' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8859191</id><published>2002-01-20T01:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T01:25:21.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Estou sempre atormentada por algo de ausente" - Camile Claudel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8859191?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8859191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8859191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8859191' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8834063</id><published>2002-01-19T01:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T01:39:57.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)))))) ganhei o cd do Lenny Kravitz! lindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8834063?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8834063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8834063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8834063' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8834032</id><published>2002-01-19T01:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T01:38:46.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não eu não esqueci de nada não... é claro que o meu menino foi a melhor parte dessa viagem... é bom &lt;b&gt;estar&lt;/b&gt; perto dele... é bom &lt;b&gt;com&lt;/b&gt; ele... tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai... não dá p/ falar muito... mas eu tô com muita saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8834032?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8834032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8834032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8834032' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8833912</id><published>2002-01-19T01:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T01:33:28.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ainda não tinha comentado nada aqui sobre a minha viagem ao Rio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom... foi linda... :) acho que nunca tinha passeado tanto, nunca tinha visto tantos lugares bonitos... a cada dia me convenço mais de que o Rio é a cidade mais bonita que eu conheço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e claro que as minhas companhias ajudaram... tava com tanta saudade na Maria!!!! ela é minha mãe carioca mesmo.. e uma graaaaaaande amiga... pô... e faz um café boooom... rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;além disso encontrei o Will e a Teca! nossa, foi legal demais.. ambos são adoráveis (já tinha falado isso do Will, logo que o conheci)! boa conversa, boas risadas... é bom quando as amizades saem dessa telinha... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8833912?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8833912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8833912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8833912' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8833609</id><published>2002-01-19T01:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T00:53:37.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"o amor te escapa entre os dedos... e o tempo escorre pelas mãos... o sol já vai se pôr... no mar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8833609?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8833609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8833609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8833609' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8800845</id><published>2002-01-18T00:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T00:48:23.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marcinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu respondo sim!!!! nos comentários... risos... de vez em quando.... ai, vc me conhece, né? risos... beijos.... saudade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8800845?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8800845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8800845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8800845' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8737709</id><published>2002-01-16T03:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T03:24:16.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>droga.... acabei de lembrar que nem na TPM eu tô...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8737709?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8737709' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8737415</id><published>2002-01-16T03:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T03:11:24.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[suspiros] quando as coisas começavam a clarear meu menino caiu e não volta mais... fazer o que... mais de 3 h já....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8737415?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8737415' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8737225</id><published>2002-01-16T03:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T03:03:43.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje minha noite tinha tudo pra ser muito legal... adivinha o que eu fiz? isso aí... estraguei tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria conseguir me controlar às vezes... e queria não ter que me controlar muitas outras... e às vezes o meu controle é não ter que ter controle... entendem? não precisam se preocupar em entender... nem em ler isso aqui... uma das poucas coisas que escrevo aqui que não são exatamente pra ser lidas... uh... essa doeu... tô colocando aqui por uma necessidade minha... pessoal... não relativa a ninguém específico... isso aqui já se tornou um 'espaço' meu e pronto, não importando se alguém lê ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes eu tenho uma vontade danada de sair correndo... (e olha que acabei de dizer p/ Teca que tô sem vontade - em geral) porque às vezes eu faço umas coisas, viu? que nem eu entendo... algumas coisas são pura besteira... dessas que me chateiam e chateiam as outras pessoas... outras se enquadram mais como tentativa de autodestruição.... uh... essa também doeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje fiz tudo a que tinha direito... e recebi tudo a que tinha direito tb... ação e reação... mas quando a ação é cumulativa já viu, né? saco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha... agora de noite, só entre 00:30 e 2:30 me aconteceu tanta coisa que eu ainda tô tentando assimilar... e se fosse um ato que alguém tenha cometido voluntariamente e claramente contra mim - tirando a bronca que levei o meu orientador pelo telefone mais cedo -, seria moleza... mas são 300 mil coisas que sinto em relação a uns 1000 assuntos que não me saem da cabeça... ou seja: sentimentos INvoluntários e meus... só meus... coisas que eu não posso nem sei resolver... e coisas que eu tenho medo de enfrentar porque nunca senti ou passei por elas antes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom... eu não tô triste... tô estranha... e profundamente carente... precisando que alguém me pegue no colo e passe a mão na minha cabeça... e não tô falando só de cafuné não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso pode ser feio e bastante infantil... mas não consigo acreditar que seja errado... não agora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8737225?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8737225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8737225' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8588027</id><published>2002-01-11T02:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T02:07:25.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oba... quase chegando no visitante n.º 4000... pô, quem for me manda um email!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8588027?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8588027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8588027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8588027' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8587991</id><published>2002-01-11T02:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T02:06:13.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nem acredito! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! hj fui à aula... hilário! cheguei às 8:40 e a aula terminou ainda não eram 9 horas... e pra meu espanto: soube que quando cheguei a aula tinha acabado de começar... tô besta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revi tanta gente querida! poxa, Alininha, André (meu orientador), Mauro, Tati (estágio), Tati, Fabiana, Ricardinho, Felipe, Cláudio, Crochet, Fredão, Wallace, Ney, Jackie, Patrícia, Mayra, Pet, Maria... putz... muita gente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8587991?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8587991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8587991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8587991' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8587210</id><published>2002-01-11T01:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T01:37:13.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) e não é que eu vou pro Rio mesmo??? risos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8587210?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8587210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8587210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8587210' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8555547</id><published>2002-01-10T01:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T01:45:32.006-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai, que sono!!!!!!!! e eu não fui no meu promeiro dia de aula (depois da greve)... claro... culpa do sono... é... culpa minha mesmo... risos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ao Rio eu vou! já acertei as coisas com a Mary e amanhã vou comprar minha passagem! sexta à tarde chego à cidade maravilhosa! e volto só na segunda à noite!! ai, adoro o lugar onde eu trabalho!!! vou descontando aos poucos essas horinhas que vou estar aproveitar do lado dos meus amigos cariocas... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom... agora vou dormir... amanhã não posso perder a aula de jeito nenhum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acabei de ter uma tontura maluca aqui... cruzes.... que coisa estranha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) boa noite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8555547?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8555547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8555547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8555547' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8529944</id><published>2002-01-09T02:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T02:27:16.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>antes de dormir: ouço essa música pelo menos 10 vezes por dia... pra mim é a música mais melosa das que a  &lt;i&gt;Cássia Eller&lt;/i&gt; cantava... e tem sido a minha mais melosa tbm... mas ainda não sei o que significa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;palavras ao vento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;em cada esquina paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;que o nosso amor pra sempre viva&lt;br /&gt;minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;palavras apenas&lt;br /&gt;palavras  pequenas&lt;br /&gt;palavras... momento...&lt;br /&gt;palavras, palavras, palavras, palavras...&lt;br /&gt;palavras... ao vento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8529944?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8529944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8529944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8529944' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8529589</id><published>2002-01-09T02:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T02:11:45.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>de volta à facuildade amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;de volta ao Rio sexta...&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver, vamos ver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8529589?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8529589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8529589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8529589' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8454285</id><published>2002-01-06T10:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T10:43:31.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dias agitados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tá dando p/ conectar direito... nem p/ fazer mais nada... mas é divertido... a casa tá cheia e a gente tá preparando a festa da Dudinha, minha priminha de Goiânia que vai fazer 1 aninho!!!! ontem passei a tarde toda ambrulhando bala de coco... risos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois me arrumei e fui pro noivado da Paulinha... poxa, tava legal demais... revi muita gente que eu gosto, ri bastante, me diverti... aproveitei pra encontrar com o Theozinho, meu amigão de muito tempo (e que eu não via há muito tempo também)! ele chegou super tarde, mas ainda deu p/ comemorar o aniversário dele, que é hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daqui a pouco tô indo pra casa da minha madrinha.... ajudar a arrumar a casa pra festa da Duda.... :))))) agora só volto amanhã... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8454285?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8454285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8454285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8454285' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8391549</id><published>2002-01-04T00:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T00:51:35.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tá bom... vamos acabar com a rabugentice e pelo menos terminar a semana bem... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8391549?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8391549' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8391513</id><published>2002-01-04T00:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T00:50:35.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e eu ganhei um monte de presentes, dá p/ acreditar??? ai ai... tudo cheio de carinho... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cólica que senti quando cheguei em casa nem teve tanta importância... nem tomei remédio... mas que eu tô cansadinha (pro bem), eu tô... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8391513?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8391513' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8391475</id><published>2002-01-04T00:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T00:48:59.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pronto... já está tudo bem agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de madrugada eu escrevi uma carta p/ minha mãe... o papel tava meio esquisito e às vezes parecendo pequeno demais... a letra nervosa e a redação péssima ... mas tinha contéudo... bom... e eu me levantei dando de cara com uma mãe alegre e conversada, me contando o que já havia acontecido antes que eu abrisse o olho (e é um milagre ela saber de notícias tão frescas), um sorriso incontido... tudo termina bem, enfim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e meu menino veio me ver hj! passamos a tarde juntos... juntinhos... e isso me faz lembrar que são esses momentos tão lindinhos que salvam a minha semana... :o*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8391475?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8391475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8391475' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8362309</id><published>2002-01-03T01:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T01:27:54.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qual é o problema comigo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8362309?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8362309' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8362278</id><published>2002-01-03T01:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T01:27:07.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e talvez pra piorar um pouquinho tem 11 dias que meu pai não dá notícias... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8362278?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8362278' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8362256</id><published>2002-01-03T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T01:26:17.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e então fico lembrando de um monte de coisas que já ouvi dos meus amigos... sobre mim... coisas ruins... e fico c/ mais raiva ainda... o pior não é o que falam comigo... é o que falam de mim... entre si... como se isso não fosse importar...... e é o que machuca mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8362256?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8362256' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8362162</id><published>2002-01-03T01:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T01:23:13.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô me sentindo muito sozinha........ por dentro... sabe? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8362162?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8362162' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8362132</id><published>2002-01-03T01:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T01:22:27.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô muito triste... às vezes dá vontade de sumir... sair correndo...&lt;br /&gt;pq às vezes eu faço muita burrada... muita mesmo... droga... não garanto o conteúdo desse post... &lt;br /&gt;mas eu tô com muita vontade de escrever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu briguei com a minha mãe... não foi uma briga longa... mas foi muito difícil... briga feia... pra variar começou com uma besteira... mas eu, que já estou muito cansada e um tanto preocupada com ela... e fiz a grande burrice de 'falar umas verdades'... e peguei pesado... detesto isso... deve ter durado uns 5 minutos a discussão... mas minha mãe não tá falando comigo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe é uma pessoa muito difícil... e tem uma vida muito mais difícil que ela... sempre teve... mas nós somos muito amigas.... só que relacionamento entre mãe e filha costuma ter suas complicações por natureza... e eu sou uma egoísta... quis ser 'A' filha sincera e acabei magoando a pessoa que eu mais amo no mundo... eu vivo tentando proteger a minha mãe e agora fui deixar ela triste assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô muito arrependida... mas é tão difícil pedir desculpas...... fiquei a noite inteira rodeando... mas além de egoísta eu acho que sou muito covarde tbm... então fico aqui, remoendo... droga....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8362132?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8362132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8362132' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312776</id><published>2002-01-01T04:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T04:11:41.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>queria sim... talvez coloque esse nome (ou quase) na minha filha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312776?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312776' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312752</id><published>2002-01-01T04:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T04:10:39.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu já contei que queria me chamar Beatriz??? por essa música...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312752?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312752' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312739</id><published>2002-01-01T04:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T04:09:42.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312739?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312739' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312727</id><published>2002-01-01T04:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T04:08:42.893-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beatriz&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chico Buarque e Edu Lobo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Será que ela é moça&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é triste &lt;br /&gt;Será que é o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pintura &lt;br /&gt;O rosto da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu &lt;br /&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país&lt;br /&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Será que é de louça&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de éter&lt;br /&gt;Será que é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;br /&gt;A casa da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz&lt;br /&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel &lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, me leva pra sempre, Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Aí, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Será que ela é uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;Será que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Será que é comédia&lt;br /&gt;Será que é divina &lt;br /&gt;A vida da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela um dia &lt;br /&gt;Despencar do céu &lt;br /&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;br /&gt;E se um arcanjo passar o chapéu &lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312727?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312727' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312492</id><published>2002-01-01T03:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T03:55:34.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EU TÔ TECLANDO COM O MEU IRMÃO!!!!!! RISOS.... ISSO É MUITO MALUCO!!! (levando em conta que até 2 meses atrás eu não o conhecia... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o* , Nando.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312492?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312492' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8312166</id><published>2002-01-01T03:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T03:35:46.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8312166?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8312166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8312166' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8288893</id><published>2001-12-31T02:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T02:30:03.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e amanhã é aniversário do Olender... :) legal.... vamos comer uma &lt;b&gt;Paeja&lt;/b&gt; na casa dele..... hmmmmmmmmmm!!!!! :)))) vai ser divertido e delicioso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8288893?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8288893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8288893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8288893' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8288852</id><published>2001-12-31T02:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T02:28:26.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:\ ontem escrevi aqui sobre a morte da Cássia Eller.... mas deu um erro.... pra variar.... enfim...... talvez tenha sido melhor não ter saído...... não gosto de falar sobre morte.... mas estou MUITO triste, se importa... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8288852?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8288852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8288852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8288852' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8220532</id><published>2001-12-28T01:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:10:13.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que as nossas vidas recomecem a cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;que os nossos sonhos sempre se realizem...&lt;br /&gt;e que a cada dia possamos nos aperfeiçoar...&lt;br /&gt;tornarmos melhores como pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que sejamos mais GENTE....&lt;br /&gt;sim...&lt;br /&gt;mais pele, mais sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é de um dia pro outro que mudamos a vida...&lt;br /&gt;mas construimos nosso caminho de vida a cada passo, a cada minuto...&lt;br /&gt;e é assim que mudamos,&lt;br /&gt;renascemos e nos fortificamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faça a sua parte...&lt;br /&gt;mude um pouco a cada momento...&lt;br /&gt;permaneça nas coisas boas...&lt;br /&gt;e seja sempre feliz...&lt;br /&gt;MUITO FELIZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um ótimo &lt;b&gt;Ano&lt;/b&gt; (Dia) &lt;b&gt;Novo&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8220532?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8220532' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8220510</id><published>2001-12-28T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:09:31.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>então vamos lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8220510?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8220510' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8220496</id><published>2001-12-28T01:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:09:06.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bom... não sei se todos sabem, mas o blogger teve alguns probleminhas... &lt;br /&gt;por isso eu não pude desejar o meu Feliz Natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmpf!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fora isso eu fiquei 2 dias sem conectar... o que foi muito bom...... ando cansada dessa máquina...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8220496?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8220496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8220496' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8136371</id><published>2001-12-23T02:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T02:30:54.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;vemos por espelho &lt;br /&gt;e enigma &lt;br /&gt;(mas haverá outra forma &lt;br /&gt;de ver?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Orides Fontela]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8136371?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8136371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8136371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8136371' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8116368</id><published>2001-12-22T02:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T02:10:50.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talvez eu merecesse um soco agora.... pra esquecer (&lt;i&gt;vc&lt;/i&gt;) um pouco.... quem sabe dá certo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8116368?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116368' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8116357</id><published>2001-12-22T02:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T02:09:53.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por &lt;i&gt;você&lt;/i&gt; ter tanta razão sobre mim... e tão pouca sensibilidade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8116357?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116357' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8116277</id><published>2001-12-22T02:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T02:05:57.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uma coisa que eu queria agora: &lt;i&gt;te&lt;/i&gt; dar um soco na cara... que doesse muito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8116277?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116277' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8116248</id><published>2001-12-22T02:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T02:04:22.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vontade de fazer algo durar mais&lt;br /&gt;de ter mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;ou de ter tempo algum&lt;br /&gt;e não fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;e correr pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;procurando rostos&lt;br /&gt;onde há rostos&lt;br /&gt;moldar imagens&lt;br /&gt;e fazer deles&lt;br /&gt;a sua própria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero&lt;br /&gt;tudo agora&lt;br /&gt;respirar mais ar do que suporto&lt;br /&gt;sentir o peito doer&lt;br /&gt;dor de prazer imenso&lt;br /&gt;estar incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e voltar a querer&lt;br /&gt;e fazer da minha impulsão&lt;br /&gt;um ato forte&lt;br /&gt;e uma mudança&lt;br /&gt;quebrar a cara de novo&lt;br /&gt;e agora pra valer à pena&lt;br /&gt;pra tirar daí uma história pra contar&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e arriscar&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe a dar certo&lt;br /&gt;mas poder dizer que não foi só vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria talvez um poema violento&lt;br /&gt;mas que fizesse com que eu pudesse sentir&lt;br /&gt;- um sentido desconhecido (diferente de sentimento)&lt;br /&gt;mas não quero a minha vida violenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- violência de silêncio, saudade e complascência&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8116248?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8116248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116248' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617755.post-8115867</id><published>2001-12-22T01:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T01:45:20.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>legal... hj foi a 'confraternização da firma'... rs... acho isso engraçado!!! esse termo tem um jeito de ser uma coisa chatésima... mas foi muuuuuuito legal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dia foi uma correria, loucura primeiro de manhã para buscar um trabalho que tinha deixado pra plotar.... e é claro, sexta-feira antes do Natal, o cartucho do plotter deu problema, tava dando tudo errado, conseguimos contornar a situação e o cliente, que ia buscar o projeto às 11:30, apareceu só às 17:00 h... maravilha... logo hj!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à tarde não fui pro escritório... almocei na rua com a Faybs, meu pai ligou dizendo que vem domingo (OBA!) e eu e Faybs fomos dar uma volta procurando presentes... eu consegui compra UM presente só... droga... mas vamos lá, foi um presente bonito pro meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro que eu me enrolei e cheguei atrasada pra ajudar as meninas a arrumar a festinha.... e tava TUDO atrasado meeeesmo... rolou os primeiros convidados chegarem e pegarem eu e Nathalia descalças arrumando os salgadinhos nas bandejas... mas tá beleza... tranqüilo... foi divertido até... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi bem agradável a noite regada a um bom vinho e boa conversa.... (e um pouco de choradeira, de praxe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, &lt;b&gt;'férias'&lt;/b&gt; até dia 07!!! nem acredito!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617755-8115867?l=milaandreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8115867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617755/posts/default/8115867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaandreola.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8115867' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754901703517869299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
