<?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-9219082807120218186</id><updated>2011-08-01T20:54:45.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Little more than before</title><subtitle type='html'>Bom, aqui estarei postando alguns de meus pensamentos, letras de músicas que eu gosto e texto legais...não há muito o que falar, se quiser, vai lendo ae!
Sinta-se a vontade para ler meu blog :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-5380893553964830352</id><published>2009-12-10T04:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:01:55.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;O tempo passa e vejo como esse blog é feio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;haha, pena que não sei mexer em html e deixar o pobre do blog bonitinho, mas o que importa é o conteúdo é ele que serve pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;É pessoas, dezembro chegou e mais uma vez as atividades da faculdade acabaram, apresentei um trabalho para uma banca que analisa TCC e eles falaram um monte de coisa...eu curti pra caramba, mas vi que não tenho me empenhado realmente na faculdade, vi como gente tinha dado a alma para algumas coisas e eu apenas empurrando com a barriga. Com isso puxo o assunto para dedicação as coisas, o que não irei entrar agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E meus dias ainda continuam com pontos de interrogações, não sei mais que dia conversei com as pessoas, esqueço as coisas, chamo pessoas que conheço de outros nomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;é meus amigos, ainda não sei o que anda acontecendo comigo, ando cada dia mais com a cabeça em outro canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;god dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-5380893553964830352?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/5380893553964830352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=5380893553964830352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5380893553964830352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5380893553964830352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezembro.html' title='Dezembro'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-859906569208568095</id><published>2009-11-28T13:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:47:42.764-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias longos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Já disseram para você quando você está esperando algo, seus dias começam a se tornar mais longos, você conta os dias, fica noiado e sua ansiedade começa a te remoer por dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Bom, agora junte isso a algum sentimento que você simplesmente não sabe qual é e que te atrapalha até na hora de dormir, me sinto assim, meus dias oficialmente se tornaram mais longos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Não se porquê, sempre quando olho no relógio, estou falando "ainda é X Horas?". Isso é péssimo, a tantas coisas que passam na minha cabeça que no final das contas não penso em nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A coisas que você não consegue resolver sozinho ou você simplesmente vai lá e tenta resolver ou você senta e deixa isso passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Quero um abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;======================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Música do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(...)Remember the line never say die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You were the reason I survived&lt;br /&gt;Where did  you go?&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;I waited here, you never showed&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna pay,  harder for me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forgive so many things&lt;br /&gt;When you weren’t there, I was  around&lt;br /&gt;Why would you try and hold me now?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnHTP-N1bUQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Yellowcard - Five becomes four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-859906569208568095?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/859906569208568095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=859906569208568095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/859906569208568095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/859906569208568095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2009/11/dias-longos.html' title='Dias longos.'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-5392100278426930111</id><published>2009-11-24T13:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:13:40.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Todo mundo já passou por uma indecisão na sua vida, é difícil, você não sabe o que é o melhor, você não sabe o que quer e simplesmente você não consegue tomar uma iniciativa até que um motivo melhor te agrade e faça você tomar um rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mas independente das escolhas que você fala, você irá ter que sacrificar algo...seja sua amizades, seja estar longe de seus pais, seu local, sua cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Uma pessoa, deixou o Brasil e foi morar bem longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;eu tomo o exemplo dela porque ela deixou seus amigos, para voltar para um lugar que ela acha mais confortavel e tem seus pais por perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Alguns acham que é muito fácil, porque ela vai viver num país de primeiro mundo, porque é mais fácil as coisas e tudo mais. Mas a verdade é que a escolha é muito mais difícil do que se imagina, ela perdeu seus amigos e muitas outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Estou pensando que, acho que estou quase na mesma situação, mas não deixar o país, óbvio, mas me mudar, voltar para minha terrinha e voltar para ao lado de meus pais. Não estou satisfeito com certas coisas, mas também não quero deixar os brothers que fiz por aqui de lado, ou até mesmo o "conforto" de viajar, sim eu acho "viajar" um conforto, mudo os ares e as pessoas ao meu redor mudam também, ver pessoas diferentes e em lugares diferentes, eu gosto dessa sensação =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mas não sei o que faço, estou dividido, no meio-a-meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-5392100278426930111?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/5392100278426930111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=5392100278426930111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5392100278426930111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5392100278426930111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2009/11/indesicao.html' title='Indecisão'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-4889447523450235503</id><published>2009-11-19T21:36:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:00:31.393-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SwXXOFHRROI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J8bbNNoGx5I/s1600/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SwXXOFHRROI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J8bbNNoGx5I/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405963564618958050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Primeiro de tudo, esse post já era pra ter saído a um mês atrás, mas devido a motivos de preguiça maior só trago ele hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Bom, esse ae do lado, é meu avô, o nome não vêm ao caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Apenas tenho pena de não estar no enterro dele, conseguir sair de Campinas antes do almoço e chegar em cima do horário marcado do enterro, foi uma grande merda...assim posso dizer. O trecho que demora uma hora e meia de ônibus, conseguiu durar 4 (repito, quatro) horas, devido a obras na Anhanguera. Sendo assim não pude chegar ao enterro a tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mas deixando isso de lado, fui obviamente, fazer uma visita ao velho falecido no dia seguinte e lá eu pude ver, pela primeira vez meus pais, sim minha mãe e meu pai, chorando. Foi uma cena triste, porque também não me aguentei e chorei junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E assim a vida vai continuando, pelo menos meus tios e meu pai estão melhores, superaram, mas isso não quer dizer que eles não sintam falta do velho. Se fosse eu no lugar deles acho que não aguentaria o tamanho dessa ferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;O resto do post deixo com vocês, não encontrei inspiração suficiente para fazer um post decente e provavelmente esse post contém muitos erros pois não o revisei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E abaixo segue uma foto do "túmulo" de meu avô, coberto de flores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SwXaFPg2G5I/AAAAAAAAACY/DAiCiIkLhgo/s1600/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SwXaFPg2G5I/AAAAAAAAACY/DAiCiIkLhgo/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405966711326645138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-4889447523450235503?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/4889447523450235503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=4889447523450235503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/4889447523450235503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/4889447523450235503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2009/11/oie.html' title='Oie.'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SwXXOFHRROI/AAAAAAAAACQ/J8bbNNoGx5I/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-1280669341431431175</id><published>2009-10-22T00:29:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:45:43.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é isso aew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Alguns não devem se lembrar, outros devem se recordar. Estou falando do meu texto que compara a vida como um trem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ao longo do post vocês entenderão o que eu digo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Bom, ontem, quarta-feira, dia 21/10/09, indo para a faculdade acabo me deparando com uma ligação da minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;contando sobre o falecimento do meu avô paterno, quase chorei dentro do ônibus =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nunca tive muita intimidade com meus 2 avôs, não tenho nem foto com o pobre do velho que faleceu aos 92 anos, que neto é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Achei que nunca choraria ao fazer uma visita ao meu avô que estava na UTI semana passada. Pobre de mim, estava eu, deveras enganado, quando cheguei lá estava eu com os olhos cheios de lágrimas e quando vi a cara de meu pai não conseguir aguentar, chorei, mas logo parei para tentar não entristecer mais o meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Várias coisas se passaram na minha cabeça, principalmente na hora que meu pai entrou, sobre a vida, a morte, o tempo que a gente passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;É meus amigos, o tempo de cada um chega e o tempo de meu avô chegou ao seu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Quando penso que isso irá acontecer comigo e que um dia irei ver meu pai ou algum tio, até parente mais velho ali, na cama, deitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Me bate uma tristeza tão profunda, chega até apertar meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nunca pensei que isso iria acontecer comigo - outro engano meu - estou com 20 anos e ví meu avô, logo mais verei meu pai e depois estarei eu no lugar de meu avô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Acho que já era a hora dele, a hora dele partir, descer do trem, deixar o vagão, o assento que estava próximo ao seus filhos (meus tios e meu pai) e no mesmo vagão de seus netos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;é....queria escrever mais, queria postar uma foto do meu avô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;mas acho que não é nada mais necessario, a inspiração foi-se, deixarei incompleto (pelo menos na minha opinião) assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E segue o texto no link abaixo, dêem uma conferida nele, vale realmente a pena ler :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida-como-um-trem.html"&gt;http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida-como-um-trem.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-1280669341431431175?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/1280669341431431175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=1280669341431431175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/1280669341431431175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/1280669341431431175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-isso-aew.html' title='A vida é isso aew.'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-2990253680175964101</id><published>2008-12-01T23:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:07:14.068-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mp3tube.net/musics/Avenged-Sevenfold-Afterlife/71814/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold - Afterlife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right&lt;br /&gt;Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be&lt;br /&gt;Arrived too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And when I think of all the places I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I've come to grips with life and realize this is going&lt;br /&gt;too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear escape from&lt;br /&gt;this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away&lt;br /&gt;from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and&lt;br /&gt;that's my sign&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from&lt;br /&gt;this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away&lt;br /&gt;from here&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light, and I'd hope you&lt;br /&gt;might&lt;br /&gt;take me back inside when the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Loved ones back home all crying 'cause they're already&lt;br /&gt;missing me&lt;br /&gt;I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody&lt;br /&gt;listening&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;(I am unbroken; I'm choking on this ecstasy)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me&lt;br /&gt;(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to&lt;br /&gt;live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-2990253680175964101?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/2990253680175964101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=2990253680175964101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/2990253680175964101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/2990253680175964101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/12/avenged-sevenfold-afterlife.html' title='Afterlife'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-482339307987853334</id><published>2008-10-24T17:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:27:10.889-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn this city down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Discard this message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Throw this bottle back in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rip this page from the history books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Smash all the street signsErase all the maps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forget my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because it's going to rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-482339307987853334?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/482339307987853334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=482339307987853334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/482339307987853334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/482339307987853334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/10/burn-this-city-down.html' title='Burn this city down...'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-2996929007612972184</id><published>2008-10-14T03:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:22:27.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah, depois de um tempo sem voltar, andei meio encucado com certas coisas na minha vida e passei a escrever bastante em meu caderno (créditos a Dani), meus pensamentos começaram a fluir que nem água, olha que não tenho talento para palavras e fiz este blog para justamente treinar minha "lábia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;andei preparando coisas para o meu blog e já tenho em mente o que postar, só preciso ter um saco pra postar =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bom, aqui vai uma parte de um livro que comprei (nome no próximo post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Todo ser humano passa por turbulências em sua vida. A alguns falta pão na mesa; a outros, a alegria na alma. Uns lutam para sobreviver. Outros são ricos e abastados, mas mendigam o pão da tranquilidade e felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que pão falta em sua vida?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ao som de : &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQkYNXWXRzk"&gt;The Fall of Troy - F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-2996929007612972184?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/2996929007612972184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=2996929007612972184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/2996929007612972184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/2996929007612972184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-we-talk.html' title='Can we talk'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-7018533532090451000</id><published>2008-10-08T16:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:21:45.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fato engraçado da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não sei vocês, mas isso ume indignou (será que eu tô meio preocupado/de cabeça cheia ultimamente?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estava eu, indo tirar dinheiro no banco quando me encontro já saindo de casa eu esqueço da chave de casa! Como eu iria sair de casa sem minha chave ? Lá vai eu pegar a minha chave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, estou pronto para sair de casa! Agora já abrindo a porta de casa eu esqueço de pentear/molhar o cabelo (tava bem bagunçado asioehioaseh, quem já me viu acabando de acordar é bem tenso) nessa hora eu já tava  : ¬¬ - bem parecido com esse smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beleza, i'm ready to go...passo mais um minuto dentro de casa pra ver se eu não tava esquecendo de nada, quando eu já tava no meio do caminho eu me toquei que simplesmente esqueci da trava da minha bicicleta (sim estava dentro de casa) ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que só não tô esquecendo minha cabeça porque ta grudada no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;continua no post abaixo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-7018533532090451000?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/7018533532090451000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=7018533532090451000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7018533532090451000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7018533532090451000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/10/fato-engraado-da-tarde.html' title='Fato engraçado da tarde'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-6223604797949668407</id><published>2008-10-08T12:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:54:48.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sei lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As vezes sinto um vazio dentro de mim (não, não é fome), como se não estivesse realmente aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pff...sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ao som de : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiR838VOCrA"&gt;Paramore - Misery Business (Acoustic)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Os humanos são esquisitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A tristeza sempre desaparece, e só as boas lembranças permanecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Temos um modo de ser conveniente, é isso que nos faz continuar a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eva @ Monster (anime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's how winning is done! Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that! I'm always gonna love you, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No matter what happens. You're my son, you're my blood. You're the best thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rocky Balboa @ Rocky 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-6223604797949668407?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/6223604797949668407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=6223604797949668407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/6223604797949668407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/6223604797949668407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/10/sei-l.html' title='sei lá'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-3539937347530572916</id><published>2008-10-05T03:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:32:39.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting... por o que ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7W3Ahx05vg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7W3Ahx05vg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Still Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So am I still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For this world to stop hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find a good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find hope to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Drop dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; A bullet to my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Your words are like a gun in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't change the state of the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; We just need some motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; These eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Have seen no conviction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Just lies and more contradiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So tell me what would you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I'd say it's time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So am I still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For this world to stop hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find a good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find hope to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; We're the first ones to jump in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Outta step for what we believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; But who's left to stop the bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; How far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Will we take this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; It's not hard to see through the fakeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So tell me what would you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I'd say it's time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; This can't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Time won't make things better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; That this is its worthless so tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; What have we done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; We're in a war that can't be won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; This can't be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I don't know what to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So am I still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For this world to stop hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find a good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find hope to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So am I still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For this world to stop hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can't find a good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; For this world to BELIEVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-3539937347530572916?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/3539937347530572916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=3539937347530572916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3539937347530572916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3539937347530572916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/10/sum-41-still-waiting-so-am-i-still.html' title='Still Waiting... por o que ?'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-8042971992433188898</id><published>2008-07-03T10:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:53:29.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Estava eu pensando em meu futuro, quando bateu uma grande tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Não me imagino velho, tenho medo de envelhecer. Tenho medo de perder as pessoas que gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tenho medo de vê-lás morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Acho que não aguentaria a dor da perda de meus pais, não me imagino sem eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Com tudo isso, vejo que me apego muito fácil as pessoas, com medo de perde-lás (leia-se, perder contato e coisas do tipo) não sei se é só comigo, mas acho que cada pessoa é especial. Mesmo as vezes, que fico sem falar com certas pessoas ainda gosto e sinto saudades delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;E com quase 20 anos na cara, não imaginaria em nenhum momento EU com 20 anos HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sei lá...pensamento incompleto...talvez o tempo irá falar por mim =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mp3 : Rise Against - Roadside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-8042971992433188898?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/8042971992433188898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=8042971992433188898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/8042971992433188898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/8042971992433188898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/07/medo.html' title='Medo ?'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-5191958660628147213</id><published>2008-06-23T00:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:00:32.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;me sinto tão estranho ultimamente&lt;br /&gt;já não conseguia me dar bem no manejo das palavras e saber como me expressar&lt;br /&gt;hoje estou pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, aqui vai um texto sobre relacionamento D:&lt;br /&gt;achei rocks, espero que leiam ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Como tudo na vida. Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'Ah,terminei o namoro...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'Nossa,quanto tempo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'Cinco anos...Mas não deu certo...acabou'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'É não deu...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Claro que deu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom da vida, é que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;somam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;como cobrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;cem por cento do outro? E não temos esta coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Às vezes ele é fiel, mas não é bom de cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Às vezes ela é malhada, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tudo, nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto que é mais importante e invista nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia. E as vezes você tem aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante...e se o beijo bate...se joga...se não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bate...mais um Martini, por favor...e vá dar uma volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;não te querer. Não lute, não ligue, não dê pití.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se a pessoa está com dúvida, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob chantagem, gravidez, dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;recessão de família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você por você. E vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não fique com alguém por dó também. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Morremos sós. Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;só, na sua própria companhia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Gostar dói! Você muitas vezes vai ter raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração. Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;parte. Você namora um outro ser, um outro mundo e um outro universo. E nem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sempre as coisas saem como você quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver. Se alguém vier com este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;papo, corra, afinal, você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para namorar. Nem toda pessoa que te convida para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... Ou se apaixonar... Ou se culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-5191958660628147213?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/5191958660628147213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=5191958660628147213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5191958660628147213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/5191958660628147213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/06/feel-soul.html' title='Feel The Soul'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-8319672071417632506</id><published>2008-06-19T23:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:55:14.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bom, andei revirando meus DVD's atrás de umas músicas e acabei achando textos que tinha visto a algum tempo atrás e achei bem legal ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu, eu tô meio noiado com algumas coisas ultimamente...tanto que vocês sabem, que eu sou um nerd do caralho...mas eu não tenho encontrado alguma motivação pra poder jogar ou coisa do tipo, sei lá...me sinto estranho, mas é um estranho bom ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva comigo, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão... Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...e que valeu a pena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'copiado de alguém'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-8319672071417632506?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/8319672071417632506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=8319672071417632506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/8319672071417632506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/8319672071417632506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/06/bom-andei-revirando-meus-dvds-atrs-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-3455610387401935446</id><published>2008-06-07T13:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:42:35.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Opa, desculpem-me por ter meio que sumido com o blog, mas também não acho nada de interessante pra postar =P então vai um pequeno ocorrido comigo nas últimas semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Minha mãe me manda uma mensagem dizendo que não dava mais para eu ficar em Campinas, devido ao fator grana...a algumas pessoas eu comentei sobre isso, outras, nem falei nem nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Então, depois de conversas e conversas com minha mãe talvez com umas parada que meus pais irão fazer dê para eu ficar por aqui no sudeste, mas como não deu em nada ainda sei como ta difícil a situação para meus pais. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E meu irmão ta chamando para eu morar com ele no Rio, é sudeste ainda, mas vou deixar o pessoal que conheci aqui e panz, meio foda =/ com isso tudo, fiquei confuso sobre o que fazer, me desistimulei com a faculdade e coisas tipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bom, ainda não tô sabendo de nada e nem o que irei fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mas sei lá, vou completar esse semestre da facul, pelo menos tentarei fazer algo ainda =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ah e sim, desculpem não comentar no blog de vocês, ainda respoderei os comments...e sobre as imagens de baixo, são duas imagens independentes xD que eu achei massa e decidi postar =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-3455610387401935446?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/3455610387401935446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=3455610387401935446&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3455610387401935446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3455610387401935446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-7724322328274345306</id><published>2008-05-23T23:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:38:13.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não tem título</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sei que tou a um tempão sem postar, mas é que não acho nada de interessante&lt;br /&gt;e coisas do tipo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então pra tirar a poeira, tô deixando algumas imagens, e depois procuro algo interessante pra vocês ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SDd-9rf_jnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/76jeoMnXtqU/s1600-h/441541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SDd-9rf_jnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/76jeoMnXtqU/s320/441541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203767492563930738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SDd_J7f_joI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3wboZPv55lM/s1600-h/213123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SDd_J7f_joI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3wboZPv55lM/s320/213123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203767703017328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-7724322328274345306?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/7724322328274345306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=7724322328274345306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7724322328274345306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7724322328274345306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-tem-ttulo.html' title='não tem título'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/SDd-9rf_jnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/76jeoMnXtqU/s72-c/441541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-4014119948659512838</id><published>2008-05-13T02:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:13:29.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bom, aqui vai a letra da música do novo título do meu blog ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mto mto mto mto FODA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pelo menos na minha opnião ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S0s75eScbw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S0s75eScbw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't know since when I changed to such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cold-hearted guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have to warm this frozen, icy, lonely heart to thaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I like being wrapped with warmness more than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;else for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm gonna make my coming days to be filled with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;laughter and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I let myself down that I'm more cruel than I thought I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm just a loser who ends up by caring for my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't give my heart to no one cause I don't wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I tried to love this loneliness to slip out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;lonesome hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sorrow is what I hate but it's grown my sensations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Regrets taught me how to make any hard decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Peace is always by my side but I've never felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Love is not the word only for the sweet romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I'm scared to keep on going on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I'll tell myself I'm special till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Recalling my torn, broken, aching heart of these long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And all the memories I wanted to forget for making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;leaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Recalling, breaking, aching, crying, making sure to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll and grin at my future on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;~ Beck (Mongolian Chop Squad) - Slip Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;original de : 10-FEET - Little more than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-4014119948659512838?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/4014119948659512838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=4014119948659512838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/4014119948659512838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/4014119948659512838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/httpwww_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-7614328760260713785</id><published>2008-05-08T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:06:38.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Trem da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hoje o post não vai ter música nem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman"&gt;mas trago um texto que espero que vocês leiam, vale muito a pena ler ^_^ divirtam-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um amigo falou-me de um livro que  comparava a vida a uma viagem de trem. Uma comparação  extremamente interessante,quando bem interpretada. Isso mesmo. A  vida não passa de uma viagem de trem, cheia de embarques e  desembarques, alguns acidentes, surpresas agradáveis em alguns  embarques e grandes tristezas em outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando nascemos, entramos nesse  trem e nos deparamos com algumas pessoas que, julgamos, estarão  sempre nessa viagem conosco: nossos pais. Infelizmente, isso não  é verdade; em alguma estação eles descerão e nos deixarão  órfãos de seu carinho, amizade e companhia insubstituível. Mas  isso não impede que, durante a viagem, pessoas interessantes, e  que virão a ser super especiais para nós, embarquem. Chegam  nossos irmãos, amigos e amores maravilhosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muitas pessoas tomam esse trem  apenas a passeio. Outros encontrarão nessa viagem muitas  tristezas. Ainda outros circularão pelo trem, prontos a ajudar a  quem precisa. Muitos descem e deixam saudades eternas, outros  tantos passam por ele de uma forma que, quando desocupam seu  assento, ninguém nem sequer percebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curioso é constatar que alguns  passageiros, que nos são tão caros, acomodam-se em vagões  diferentes dos nossos; assim somos obrigados a fazer esse trajeto  separados deles, o que não impede, é claro, que durante a  viagem atravessemos, com grande dificuldade, nosso vagão e  cheguemos até eles. Só que infelizmente jamais poderemos sentar  ao seu lado, pois já terá alguém ocupando aquele lugar. Não  importa. É assim a viagem - cheia de atropelos, sonhos,  fantasias, esperas, despedidas. Porém, jamais, retornos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Façamos essa viagem da melhor  maneira possível, tentando nos relacionar bem com todos os  passageiros, procurando, em cada um deles, o que tiverem de  melhor, lembrando, sempre, que em algum momento do trajeto eles  poderão fraquejar, e provavelmente precisaremos entender isso,  porque nós também fraquejaremos muitas vezes e, com certeza,  haverá alguém que nos entenderá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amigos, façamos com que a nossa  estada, nesse trem, seja tranqüila, que tenha valido à pena e  que, quando chegar a hora de desembarcarmos, o nosso lugar vazio  traga saudades e boas recordações para aqueles que  prosseguirem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-7614328760260713785?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/7614328760260713785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=7614328760260713785&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7614328760260713785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/7614328760260713785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida-como-um-trem.html' title='O Trem da Vida...'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-873889800635206323</id><published>2008-05-07T01:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:40:44.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>opa xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC6FGQJKWXs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC6FGQJKWXs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E a falta é a morte da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Como um dia que roubaram seu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deixou uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que a vida é mesmo coisa muito frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uma bobagem uma irrelevância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Diante da eternidade do amor de quem se ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por onde andei enquanto você me procurava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o que eu te dei foi muito pouco ou quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o que eu deixei algumas roupas penduradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Será que eu sei que você é mesmo tudo aquilo que me faltava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nando reis rula xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bola pra frentee manooh, to roooox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-873889800635206323?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/873889800635206323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=873889800635206323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/873889800635206323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/873889800635206323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/httpwww.html' title='opa xD'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219082807120218186.post-3413068004586950693</id><published>2008-05-06T01:30:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:31:23.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Testando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=__PKBhkaTtM"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=__PKBhkaTtM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seu sorriso é tão resplandecente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que deixou meu coração alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me de a mão pra fugir desta terrível escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Desde o dia em que eu te reencontrei me lembrei daquele lindo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que na minha infância era especial para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quero saber se comigo você quer vir dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Se me der a mão eu te levarei por um caminho cheio de sombras e de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Você pode até não perceber mas o meu coração se amarrou em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e precisa de alguém pra te mostrar o amor, que o mundo te dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meu alegre coração palpita por um universo de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me de a mão a magia nos espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vou te amar por toda minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vem comigo por este caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me de a mão pra fugir desta terrível escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;isso não é pra ninguém, eu tava fuçando o youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e essa música é muito foda :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;depois eu posto algo mais decente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vou ajeitando o blog conforme o passar do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;até mais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219082807120218186-3413068004586950693?l=fonguitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/feeds/3413068004586950693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219082807120218186&amp;postID=3413068004586950693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3413068004586950693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219082807120218186/posts/default/3413068004586950693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonguitos.blogspot.com/2008/05/teste.html' title='Testando!'/><author><name>Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18386003622853496720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kD67rhrjNFE/R-nC3E4idCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4F0P0EiOow/S220/DSC03739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
