<?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-5025139783765027405</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:41:25.445-02:00</updated><category term='desafio musical'/><category term='josh duhamel'/><category term='ellen page'/><category term='textos'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='beto siqueira'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='blink 182'/><category term='pottermore'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='tom delonge'/><category term='michael cera'/><category term='eminem'/><category term='all time low'/><category term='travis barker'/><category term='cazuza'/><category term='lojas'/><category term='amy winehouse'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='pc siqueira'/><category term='musica'/><category term='esmalte'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='leighton meester'/><category term='demi lovato'/><category term='dicas'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='pingo'/><category term='eu quero'/><category term='J.K Rowling'/><category term='campanhas'/><category term='videos'/><category term='receitas'/><category term='games'/><category term='gloria'/><category term='kesha'/><category term='katherine heigl'/><category term='ryan reynolds'/><category term='sandra bullock'/><category term='blog'/><category term='mark hoppus'/><category term='bullying'/><category term='automatic loveletter'/><category term='rihanna'/><category term='avril lavigne'/><category term='rupert grint'/><category term='juno'/><category term='hey monday'/><category term='ryan gosling'/><category term='simple plan'/><category term='artistas'/><category term='sam tsui'/><category term='leonardo dicaprio'/><category term='katy perry'/><title type='text'>emelynramona</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4195170288171577198</id><published>2011-09-24T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:17:44.864-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonardo dicaprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Ilha do Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/07/thumbs/b030265af9a5dad51c581af00dc7c91c_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 275px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/07/thumbs/b030265af9a5dad51c581af00dc7c91c_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Em 1954, uma dupla de agentes federais investiga o desaparecimento de  uma assassina que estava hospitalizada. Ao viajarem para Shutter Island -  ilha localizada em Massachusetts - para cuidar do caso, eles enfrentam  desde uma rebelião de presos a um furacão, ficando presos no local e  emaranhados numa rede de intrigas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria assistir por que pensava que era um filme de terror, daqueles que te deixa a semana inteira com medo de levantar de noite (kkk). Ai eu me dei conta que era apenas um suspense, no começo eu fiquei tentando desvendar a trama, estava achando um pouco obvil até... Porém, me surpreendi muuuito com o final, achei excelente. Martin Scorcese, mais uma vez, não decepciona -  muito pelo contrário, cria outra obra-prima! A história de um policial  que vai até um manicômio localizado numa ilha, a fim de investigar um  desaparecimento suspeito, envolve o espectador de tal forma que o sufoco  passado por Leonardo DiCaprio pode ser sentido por aqueles que souberam  apreciar o filme. Confesso que fiquei angustiada e confusa junto com o personagem, chegou a me dar um nó na garganta. Cada frame é meticulosamente calculado e isso é  notável ao assisti-lo. O decorrer do filme nos surpreende com o  entrelaçamento de algumas histórias primordiais, não deixando sequer uma  ponta falha - e, felizmente, Ben Kingsley, Mark Ruffalo, Patricia  Clarkson e Michelle Williams apoiam com competência enriquecedora as  descobertas do personagem de Leonardo DiCaprio (que por sinal teve uma ótima atuação nesse filme, a cada filme eu gosto mais e mais dele) . Esse filme é um daqueles que cada vez que você assiste liga um ponto no outro, tornando o filme melhor ainda. Super recomendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5meXPb060/TwNv1TD8WAI/AAAAAAAAArM/2RS6Ik0qwB4/s1600/filme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 27px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5meXPb060/TwNv1TD8WAI/AAAAAAAAArM/2RS6Ik0qwB4/s400/filme.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693517315367000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Legendado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/UR5889PT60694e613a2f3b50d1df318616e16eb9"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/UR5889PT60694e613a2f3b50d1df318616e16eb9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dublado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/1SVD4VE6f30252c1072c5b22a5a5c600ed0a2fa6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/1SVD4VE6f30252c1072c5b22a5a5c600ed0a2fa6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4195170288171577198?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4195170288171577198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/ilha-do-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4195170288171577198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4195170288171577198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/ilha-do-medo.html' title='Ilha do Medo'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5meXPb060/TwNv1TD8WAI/AAAAAAAAArM/2RS6Ik0qwB4/s72-c/filme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4916094371434126913</id><published>2011-09-23T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:59:45.094-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #53</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOiBveR7fGU/TwIaREN4_4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/MewkSLfxNGw/s1600/dm%2B53.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOiBveR7fGU/TwIaREN4_4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/MewkSLfxNGw/s400/dm%2B53.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693141759441829762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Uma música para dar o pé na bunda de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss Stone - You Had me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/bSNlx6vks/53.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 359px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/bSNlx6vks/53.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;You had me, you lost me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You're wasted, you cost me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I don't want you here messing with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Spitting in my eyes and I still see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Tried to keep me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I'm breaking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I don't want no part in your next fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Someone needs to tell you this is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Hey listen you'll be missin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Out on all my love and my kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Make your mistakes on your own time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. When you come down you're just no good to have around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Instead of making money you took mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had me, you lost me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. You're wasted, you cost me. I don't want you here messing with my mind. I've realized in time that my eyes are not blind. I've seen it before. I'm taking back my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You tried to trade on my naivete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But the things you do and say embarrass me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. See once upon a time I was your fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But the one I leave behind is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Vodka and a packet of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. That's all it used to be but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You're sniffing on snow when you're feeling low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Suffocating dreams that could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Maybe for a minute I was down with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But it didn't take long for me to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You swore you had control of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But when I stepped back you slipped on your supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/opwudiDgv1E?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4916094371434126913?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4916094371434126913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4916094371434126913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-53.html' title='Desafio Musical #53'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOiBveR7fGU/TwIaREN4_4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/MewkSLfxNGw/s72-c/dm%2B53.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5465861195246227814</id><published>2011-09-22T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:34:46.524-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #52</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy_jRof9Qjk/TwIUp_HR3kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kcuu1k027wQ/s1600/dm%2B52.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy_jRof9Qjk/TwIUp_HR3kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kcuu1k027wQ/s400/dm%2B52.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135590498885186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Uma música para dor de cotovelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Loveletter - Make Up Smeared Eyes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYNysUuWCzs/TkBoD65J_nI/AAAAAAAAAa8/fOYoJi9Mq5A/s1600/8%2Bautomatic%2Bmake.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Left your t-shirt in my room. Still smells of you. And the picture you hung on the door. Lay smashed, picture perfect. Explains now. Clearly nothing left but a memory. We only made out. You never kissed me. That's how I learned to hold back all feeling. Wait, please don't go. I won't stay. All these words on replay. I'm okay. It's all right. Good to know that you're fine. Pretending everything is right to make it better. I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes. To show that I'm fine. Some how you have managed to get under my skin. More than anyone ever did. And if every hole makes a scar. And every scar marks its place. Then I will never live freely without your trace. And it'll never be fair. I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared. So I'll forget you. I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow. And cut you out of pictures. This drama sat shotgun. My eyes rained like autumn. Only the glove box knows how the story goes. Now that this bandage is broken. And the cuts left in open. I'll tell you just one thing. This wasn't worth the sting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uAPyutYlHt0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-5465861195246227814?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5465861195246227814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5465861195246227814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-52.html' title='Desafio Musical #52'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy_jRof9Qjk/TwIUp_HR3kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kcuu1k027wQ/s72-c/dm%2B52.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-1218236585657110955</id><published>2011-09-21T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:34:11.024-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy winehouse'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #51</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxuf3v148HY/Tv6PYU_dZwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cbQLu459kEU/s1600/dm%2B51.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxuf3v148HY/Tv6PYU_dZwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cbQLu459kEU/s400/dm%2B51.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692144627157395202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Uma música para cantar quando se está bêbado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/8Dslx1wf3/51.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/8Dslx1wf3/51.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;They tried to make me go to rehab,but I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"No, no, no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;know, know, know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He's tried to make me go to rehab,but I won't go, go, go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I'd rather be at home with Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I ain't got seventy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. 'Cause there's nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's nothing you can teach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I didn't get a lot in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But I know we don't come in a shot glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He's tried to make me go to rehab,but I won't go, go, go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. The man said, "Why do you think you're here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I said, "I got no idea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. So I always keep a bottle near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He said, "I just think you're depressed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Kiss me, yeah baby and go rest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I don't ever wanna drink again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I just, ooh, I just need a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I'm not gonna spend ten weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Have everyone think I'm on the mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And it's not just my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. It's just 'til these tears have dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KUmZp8pR1uc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-1218236585657110955?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1218236585657110955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1218236585657110955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-51.html' title='Desafio Musical #51'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxuf3v148HY/Tv6PYU_dZwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cbQLu459kEU/s72-c/dm%2B51.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7398181392968041158</id><published>2011-09-20T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:40:09.086-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pingo'/><title type='text'>PINGO! PINGUNÇO! GOTEIRA! GIRAFA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJRakMMX908/Tv0MQWgGIsI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/nYjiA8jrmQk/s1600/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJRakMMX908/Tv0MQWgGIsI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/nYjiA8jrmQk/s400/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691718979123815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu Deuuuss! Como é difícil conseguir tirar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; foto desse cachorro (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;). O Pingo (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;também conhecido como: goteira, pingunço, girafa e nas horas de raiva: vira-lata&lt;/span&gt;) tem 5 anos, eu ganhei ele de presente da minha mãe no meu aniversário de 16 anos... eu tinha comentado com ela na época que queria um poodle toy, que é aquele beeeem pequeno, e eu queria que ele fosse aqueles cachorros quietinhos sabe... então ela comprou o Pingo (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;que por sinal não é toy nem aqui nem na china&lt;/span&gt;). Logo de cara eu gostei dele, mas com 3 meses (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;quando eu ganhei&lt;/span&gt;) ele já era enorme e super-mega-power-ultra-hiperativo, o oposto do que eu queria. A minha mãe e a moça que vendeu o Pingo queria que eu fosse na loja trocar ele no dia seguinte, mas como eu iria trocar uma coisa fofa dessa!? Era mega cute cute kkk (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;depois posto foto dele com 3meses&lt;/span&gt;) ele ia correr caia, não sabia latir direito, ficava igual bobo rosnando pro espelho, achando que era outro cachorro e depois de aprontar sempre vinha correndo pro meu colo, tudo isso no primeiro dia. É incrível como o cachorro sabe quem é o dono né, ele sempre agiu diferente com a minha mãe, apesar de ela dar comida, limpar ele e brincar, é nítido como ele nos trata diferente, com a minha mãe é mais bagunça, comigo ele é mais carinhoso, ele não obedece a minha mãe, só de eu olhar com cara feia ele já para de fazer as coisas, ele fica me seguindo pela casa o dia inteiro, a minha mãe pode ir pra china e voltar depois de um ano que ele nem nota, entre outras coisinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Logo na primeira noite eu coloquei ele pra dormir no meu quarto, coloquei a cama dele perto da minha e no dia seguinte quando acordei meu quarto estava de cabeça pra baixo. Tinham meias rasgadas, ursinho comido, a roupa que estava na cadeira estava toda espalhada pelo chão, eu tinha deixado a porta do banheiro aberta com comida e àgua, estava tudo derrubado, e ele ainda teve a cara de pau de vir todo feliz me lambendo quando acordei kkkk. Não sei como eu não acordei com o barulho, se bem que eu tava mega cansada, afinal teve festa nesse dia. Agora que passou a gente ri, mas no dia eu dei cada grito com ele, não precisei nem bater, que nunca mais essa cena se repetiu (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;bom sem contar uma vez que ele comeu o chinelo da minha prima né, ele devia ter uns 6 meses&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que ele apronta as coisas (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;como fazer xixi e coco pela casa toda&lt;/span&gt;) e eu quero matar ele (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não literalmente&lt;/span&gt;), mas na maioria das vezes ele só me dá alegrias, ouve minhas loucuras, me da carinho do jeito dele (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;é incrível, mas sempre que eu estou chateada ele vem, fica me lambendo e depois deita a cabeça no meu colo e fica me olhando com aquela carinha de piedade, pode parecer loucura, mas é como se ele falasse "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não se preocupa, tô aqui com você&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;), me faz rir, não me abandona quando eu choro e fico me lamentando, e SEMPRE fica triste quando vou embora e feliz quando eu chego, posso dizer que ele é o único que conta os minutos pra me ver, enfim, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;amo muito esse pestinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora as fotos, como eu falei, ele é super-mega-power-ultra-hiperativo, você não pode nem olhar pra ele direito que ele já vem pulando querendo brincar, agora imagina com o celular na mão (tirei essas fotos no celular), toda hora ele vinha pulando querendo brincar, e olha o resultado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/Ubtlwztgq/p3100078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 302px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/Ubtlwztgq/p3100078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/AwWlwztj4/p3100089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 278px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/AwWlwztj4/p3100089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sim, essa coisa branca é o pingo, mas como ele não para é praticamente impossivel conseguir tirar uma foto nitida dele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/mjalwztma/p3100093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 293px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/mjalwztma/p3100093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/EnKlwztll/p3100086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 277px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/EnKlwztll/p3100086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de quase 100 fotos, consegui tirar mais ou menos algumas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/vsBlwztrz/p3100101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/vsBlwztrz/p3100101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/TSBlwztrb/p3100096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/TSBlwztrb/p3100096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/TU1lwztqp/p3100077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/TU1lwztqp/p3100077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom, foi o melhor que eu consegui kkk. Então finalmente a criança cansou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/jwnlwztsm/p3100069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 276px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/jwnlwztsm/p3100069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E EU TAMBÉM!! kkk então beiijoss xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7398181392968041158?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7398181392968041158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/pingo-pingunco-goteira-girafa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7398181392968041158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7398181392968041158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/pingo-pingunco-goteira-girafa.html' title='PINGO! PINGUNÇO! GOTEIRA! GIRAFA!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJRakMMX908/Tv0MQWgGIsI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/nYjiA8jrmQk/s72-c/3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-395279672619068330</id><published>2011-09-20T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:26:37.248-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam tsui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bQVgka9VU/TvzMxPe1huI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7zwt-YQKwew/s1600/dm%2B50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bQVgka9VU/TvzMxPe1huI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7zwt-YQKwew/s400/dm%2B50.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691649175430989538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Uma música cover que você gosta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A Dream (Nelly Cover) - Sam Tsui &amp;amp; Christina Grimmie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/sjklwzfcp/50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 349px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/sjklwzfcp/50.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was thinkin about you, thinkin about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. So I travel back, down that road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Will you come back? No one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I was at the top and I was like I'm at the basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Number one spot and now you found your a replacement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I swear now I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Knowing somebody's got my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And now you ain't around, baby I can't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Shoulda put it down, shoulda got that ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Cuz I can still feel it in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. See your pretty face run my fingers through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. My lover, my life, my baby, my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You left me, I'm tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Cuz I knew that it just ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. When I be ridin man I swear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I see your face at every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Tryin to get my usher over, I can let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And I just hope you notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. YOu the only one I yearn for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Oh I miss you, when will I learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Didn't give you all my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I guess now I got my payback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Now I'm in the club thinkin all about my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Hey, you were so easy to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I'm goin through it every time that I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And now I'm missin, wishin you'd pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But you made a decision that you wanted to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Cuz I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And I was thinkin about you, thinkin about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N6O2ncUKvlg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-395279672619068330?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/395279672619068330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/395279672619068330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/395279672619068330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-50.html' title='Desafio Musical #50'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bQVgka9VU/TvzMxPe1huI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7zwt-YQKwew/s72-c/dm%2B50.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3282201671966249571</id><published>2011-09-19T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:16:40.551-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #49</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxRmgERzmiw/TvzKAXQXU4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/22yyPjGVeVs/s400/dm%2B48.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691646136680928130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Uma música que te dá medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Psycho - The Murder&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/VPNlwzev6/48.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/VPNlwzev6/48.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_ygbdoU_X4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3282201671966249571?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3282201671966249571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3282201671966249571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3282201671966249571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-49.html' title='Desafio Musical #49'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxRmgERzmiw/TvzKAXQXU4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/22yyPjGVeVs/s72-c/dm%2B48.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5912571797842150432</id><published>2011-09-18T17:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:03:21.707-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #48</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_29jsML0UBU/TvzHat-mlfI/AAAAAAAAAps/3bG_oILRf9M/s400/dm%2B48.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691643290922161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Uma música de reggaeton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/tFYlwzebe/o_que_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 218px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jzmdyg2/tFYlwzebe/o_que_3.gif" alt="" 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/5025139783765027405-5912571797842150432?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5912571797842150432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5912571797842150432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5912571797842150432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-48.html' title='Desafio Musical #48'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_29jsML0UBU/TvzHat-mlfI/AAAAAAAAAps/3bG_oILRf9M/s72-c/dm%2B48.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2965376320365933777</id><published>2011-09-17T17:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:52:21.322-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0hovRptVc0/TvzDV37m3II/AAAAAAAAApI/2v9L-mPnXJ4/s1600/dm%2B47.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0hovRptVc0/TvzDV37m3II/AAAAAAAAApI/2v9L-mPnXJ4/s400/dm%2B47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691638809648094338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Uma música pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Don't stop the music&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOHyAT3JUE8/TvzDWFhVg6I/AAAAAAAAApU/-I8qy-30KMc/s400/47.png%22" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music (4x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. It's gettin late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I'm making my way over to my favorite place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Possible candidate (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. That you'd be up in here lookin like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You're makin' stayin' over here impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Baby I must say your aura is incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. If you dont have to go don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Do you know what you started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I just came here to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. But now we're rockin on the dancefloor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Acting naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Your hands around my waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Just let the music play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. We're hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Chest to chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. And now we're face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I wanna take you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Lets escape into the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. DJ let it play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I just can't refuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Like the way you do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Keep on rockin to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Please don't stop the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Please don't stop the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Please don't stop the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Baby are you ready cause its getting close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Don't you feel the passion ready to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. What goes on between us no one has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. This is a private show (oh)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yd8jh9QYfEs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2965376320365933777?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2965376320365933777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2965376320365933777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2965376320365933777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-47.html' title='Desafio Musical #47'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0hovRptVc0/TvzDV37m3II/AAAAAAAAApI/2v9L-mPnXJ4/s72-c/dm%2B47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4139088792399559954</id><published>2011-09-16T22:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:56:15.146-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campanhas'/><title type='text'>"Life's too short for the wrong job"</title><content type='html'>Já pensou se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jkfOoJf1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jmc5EbX1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jn2nYjI1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jnwonQJ1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jopF5PZ1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jruNxUQ1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3js1kN7q1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3judoWqs1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3jujNYGv1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3juqy5Fg1qcyxkd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4139088792399559954?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4139088792399559954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-too-short-for-wrong-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4139088792399559954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4139088792399559954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-too-short-for-wrong-job.html' title='&quot;Life&apos;s too short for the wrong job&quot;'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-664037513754385687</id><published>2011-09-16T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:12:10.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #46</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poueDMt9J7Y/TpOJPwz2T3I/AAAAAAAAAno/PRa6YIkNLsM/s400/dm%2B46.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662020060428259186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Uma música sertaneja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zezé de Camargo e Luciano - É o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zb8cxiHDXxk/TpOJQKUIM2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/o5e8z05Pr30/s1600/46.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu não vou negar. Que sou louco por você, "Tô" maluco pra te ver; Eu não vou negar. Eu não vou negar, Sem você tudo é saudade, Você traz felicidade; Eu não vou negar. Eu não vou negar, Você é meu doce mel, Meu pedacinho de céu; Eu não vou negar.Você é Minha doce amada, minha alegria, Meu conto de fadas, minha fantasia; A paz que eu preciso pra sobreviver. Eu sou o seu apaixonado De alma transparente, Um louco alucinado, Meio inconsequente, Um caso complicado de se entender.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o Amor&lt;/span&gt;, Que mexe com minha cabeça E me deixa assim; Que faz eu pensar em você E esquecer de mim; Que faz eu esquecer Que a vida é feita pra viver. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o Amor&lt;/span&gt;, Que veio como um tiro certo No meu coração; Que derrubou a base forte Da minha paixão E fez eu entender que a vida É nada sem você.&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/46QjpOPATy8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-664037513754385687?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/664037513754385687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/664037513754385687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/664037513754385687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-46.html' title='Desafio Musical #46'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poueDMt9J7Y/TpOJPwz2T3I/AAAAAAAAAno/PRa6YIkNLsM/s72-c/dm%2B46.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-1967725720739336277</id><published>2011-09-15T20:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:39:24.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #45</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgEDtsKbxGo/TpOA_GiUsnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b-h0c4UfPFs/s400/dm%2B45.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662010978109534834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Uma música de reggae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimarruts - Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f48Q8ICdJ_o/TpOA_UYsmdI/AAAAAAAAAng/JvlGEozmnwA/s1600/45.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se a vida às vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas . E o tempo tic-taca devagar. Põe o teu melhor vestido, Brilha teu sorriso. Vem pra cá, Vem pra cá. Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garoa. E tudo não parece funcionar. Deixa esse problema à toa. Pra ficar na boa. Vem pra cá. Do lado de cá, A vista é bonita, A maré é boa de provar Do lado de cá, Eu vivo tranqüila E o meu corpo dança sem parar. Do lado de cá, Tem música, amigos E alguém pra amar Do lado de cá. A vida é agora. Vê se não demora Pra recomeçar É só ter vontade De felicidade Pra pular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JQlKMX2LLHg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-1967725720739336277?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/1967725720739336277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1967725720739336277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1967725720739336277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-45.html' title='Desafio Musical #45'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgEDtsKbxGo/TpOA_GiUsnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b-h0c4UfPFs/s72-c/dm%2B45.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6803920710821048753</id><published>2011-09-14T22:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:26:06.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #44</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnvWow59MaA/TpN-bYa36oI/AAAAAAAAAnI/oK6EOkpgNB4/s400/dm%2B44.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662008165411580546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Uma de música de rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters - All my life&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdqjYEO_Tfs/TpN-bkS1o7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AASMKVzNYZc/s1600/44.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdqjYEO_Tfs/TpN-bkS1o7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AASMKVzNYZc/s1600/44.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my life I've been searching for something. Something never comes never leads to nothing. Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close. Closer to the prize at the end of the rope. All night long I dream of the day. When it comes around then it's taken away. Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most. The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost. Come down don't you resist. You have such a delicate wrist. And if I give it a twist. Something to hold when I lose my breath. Will I find something in that. So give me just what I need. Another reason to bleed. ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve. Hey don't let it go to waste. I love it but I hate the taste. Weight keeping me down. Will I find a believer. Another one who believes. Another one to deceive. Over and over down on my knees. If I get any closer. And if you open up wide. And if you let me inside. On and on I've got nothing to hide. On and on I've got nothing to hide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xQ04WbgI9rg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-6803920710821048753?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6803920710821048753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6803920710821048753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6803920710821048753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-44.html' title='Desafio Musical #44'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnvWow59MaA/TpN-bYa36oI/AAAAAAAAAnI/oK6EOkpgNB4/s72-c/dm%2B44.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3960708968158621195</id><published>2011-09-13T19:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:08:41.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eminem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #43</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqRaz6gCpe4/TpN6W2Cpx3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/nA3-Q5z61_I/s400/dm%2B43.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662003689417197426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Uma música de rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Stan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwiQtLRYDM/TpN6XKnfuZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/2SNL_teQgko/s1600/43.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwiQtLRYDM/TpN6XKnfuZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/2SNL_teQgko/s1600/43.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin. I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom. I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em. There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'. Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em. But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father. If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie. I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry. I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him. I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan. I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam. I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man. I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat. Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat. Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad..&lt;/span&gt;. Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance. I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert. You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew. That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old. We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no. That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do. I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you. You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way. I never knew my father neither. He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her. I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs. So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on. Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest. Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds. It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me. See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7. But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does. She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up. You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too. Dear Mr. "I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans" This'll be the last package I ever send your ass. It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect. So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway. Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?" You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"? About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning. Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy. And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call. I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall. I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream aboutit. I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe withoutme. See Slim, [*screaming*] shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk. Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk. But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you. 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? {screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into thewater} Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy. You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that. And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you. Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you. And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some. And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other. I really think you and your girlfriend need each other. Or maybe you just need to treat her better. I hope you get to read this letter. I just hope it reaches you in time. Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan. I just don't want you to do some crazy shit. I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it...his name was...it was you. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gOMhN-hfMtY?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3960708968158621195?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3960708968158621195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3960708968158621195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3960708968158621195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-43.html' title='Desafio Musical #43'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqRaz6gCpe4/TpN6W2Cpx3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/nA3-Q5z61_I/s72-c/dm%2B43.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8287464117979557836</id><published>2011-09-12T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:46:26.622-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Buuu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdZfHENg6LM/TpD8iTqQcWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVvDCClme6k/s1600/emy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdZfHENg6LM/TpD8iTqQcWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVvDCClme6k/s1600/emy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdZfHENg6LM/TpD8iTqQcWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVvDCClme6k/s1600/emy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8287464117979557836?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8287464117979557836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/buuu_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8287464117979557836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8287464117979557836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/buuu_12.html' title='Buuu!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdZfHENg6LM/TpD8iTqQcWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVvDCClme6k/s72-c/emy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6223805698621499479</id><published>2011-09-12T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:21:34.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #42</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GEEiJ57YS0/TpD2XZVJtAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ItVt_kLuD9Q/s400/dm%2B42.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661295613401740290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Uma música de axé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babado Novo - Bola de Sabão&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAAMD3WGi20/TpD2XsSBVvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EBvihHrRCiw/s1600/42.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby! Baby! Queria tanto te ver. Vê se me liga às vezes. Só para dizer um "oi". Talvez quem sabe. Não seja assim tão tarde. Queria ter uma nave. Prá te levar. Prá dar um rolé... Nas nuvens! E te vestir com a luz do sol. Te beijar infinito. Admirar as suas asas... Anjo! Venha voar só no meu céu. Me pegue no teu colo. Que eu viajo. Além do horizonte... (Hê! Hê!) Pirou! Minha cabeça. E o coração. Feito bola de sabão. Me desmancho por você... (Hê! Hê! Hê!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_w3AoEcImkw?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6223805698621499479?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6223805698621499479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6223805698621499479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6223805698621499479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-42.html' title='Desafio Musical #42'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GEEiJ57YS0/TpD2XZVJtAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ItVt_kLuD9Q/s72-c/dm%2B42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4891404343530685754</id><published>2011-09-11T21:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:03:12.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #41</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0h-2N8rgSzU/TpDxbVT3_5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SkNVxpnqZ6M/s400/dm%2B41.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661290183483981714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Uma música de forró.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falamansa - Rindo a Toa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDdJ9tRZ3TE/TpDxbTRBVgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/582dZc0pke8/s1600/41.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tô numa boa. Tô aqui de novo. Daqui não saio. Daqui não me movo. Tenho certeza. Esse é o meu lugar. Aah Aha Tô numa boa. Tô ficando esperto. Já não pergunto. Se isso tudo é certo. Uso esse tempo pra recomeçar Aah Aha. Doeu, doeu, agora não dói. Não dói, não dói. Chorei, chorei. Agora não choro mais. Toda mágoa que passei. É motivo pra comemorar. Pois se não sofresse assim. Não tinha razões pra cantar. Ha ha ha ha ha. Mas eu tô rindo à toa. Não que a vida. Esteja assim tão boa. Mas um sorriso ajuda a melhorar. Aah Aha. E cantando assim. Parece que o tempo voa. Quanto mais triste. Mais bonito soa. Eu agradeço por poder cantar. Lalaiá laiá laiá Iê. Escrevi seu nome na areia. O sangue que corre em mim sai da tua veia. Veja só. Você é a única que não me da valor. Então porque será que esse valor é o que eu ainda quero ter. Tenho tudo nas mãos mais não tenho nada. Então melhor ter nada e lutar pelo que eu quiser. É mais pera aê ouço o forró tocando e muita gente aê. Não é hora pra chorar. Porém não é pecado se eu falar de amor. Se eu canto sentimento seja ele qual for. Me leve onde eu quero ir. Se quiser também pode vir. Escuta meu coração que bate no compasso. Da zabumba de paixão. É pra surdo ouvir, Pra cego ver. Que esse xote faz milagre acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VhcDvW0C30g?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4891404343530685754?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4891404343530685754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4891404343530685754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4891404343530685754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-41.html' title='Desafio Musical #41'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0h-2N8rgSzU/TpDxbVT3_5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SkNVxpnqZ6M/s72-c/dm%2B41.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2035262521745132745</id><published>2011-09-10T21:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:50:54.762-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl1eqXelvj0/TpDu6EgGPlI/AAAAAAAAAmA/g2uQkQJgZWs/s400/dm%2B40.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661287413012905554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Uma música de funk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher Melão - Você Quer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-QGCKRGrtY/TpDu6dHs1EI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sfN36enPXlQ/s1600/40.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você, você, você, você, você, você, você quer? Você, você, você, você, você, você, você quer? Você, você, você, você, você, você, você quer? Você, você, você, você, você, você, você quer? Você quer? Você quer? você quer? você quer? você quer? Paga pra mim Eu sou a mulher melão O meu ritmo é assim: Paga pra mim, paga pra mim, paga pra mim Quero carro importado Quero cordão de ouro Quero roupa de marca Paga pra mim, paga pra mim, paga pra mim  Eu vou te seduzir Eu vou te deixar louco Vou fazer você gastar todo dinheiro do seu bolso Mais eu não sou mercenária os homens é que são facinho Fazem o que as mulheres querem Só pra ter nosso corpinho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/60jxgorHesg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2035262521745132745?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2035262521745132745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2035262521745132745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2035262521745132745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-40.html' title='Desafio Musical #40'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl1eqXelvj0/TpDu6EgGPlI/AAAAAAAAAmA/g2uQkQJgZWs/s72-c/dm%2B40.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5032922209025365687</id><published>2011-09-09T21:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:33:07.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Co-6ZcCQfk/TpDrPAl-QnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UdyIV9o8KOc/s400/dm%2B39.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661283374694548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Uma música de pagode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaltassamba - Ta Vendo Aquela Lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0rEYsV5GNY/TpDrPVypEEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Z5bpMacQlD4/s1600/39.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te filmando, eu tava quieto no meu canto: Cabelo bem cortado, perfume exalando. Daquele jeito que eu sei que você gosta, Mas eu te dei um papo e você nem deu resposta. Tudo bem! Um dia vai o outro vem!... Você deve estar pensando em outro alguém, Mas se ele te merecesse não estaria aqui. Não!... Não!... Não!... Ou talvez você não queira se envolver. Magoada, tá com medo de sofrer. Se me der uma chance não vai se arrepender. Não! Não! Não! Não! Não! Tá vendo aquela lua que brilha lá no céu? Se você me pedir, eu vou buscar só pra te dar. Se bem que o brilho dela nem se compara ao seu. Deixa eu te dar um beijo! Vou mostrar o tempo que perdeu. Que coisa louca, eu já sabia! Enquanto eu me arrumava algo me dizia: "Você vai encontrar alguém que vai mudar. A sua vida inteira da noite pro dia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0lDtwxCkJFk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5032922209025365687?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5032922209025365687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5032922209025365687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5032922209025365687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-39.html' title='Desafio Musical #39'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Co-6ZcCQfk/TpDrPAl-QnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UdyIV9o8KOc/s72-c/dm%2B39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5230504261591202950</id><published>2011-09-08T20:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:22:15.928-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #38</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssSW2qeYB7w/TpDoig-eKpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/j59l5mIjKiA/s400/dm%2B38.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661280411269868178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Uma música brega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiririca - Florentina&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm8FxLu6ZSw/TpDojOoGqqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zJzSMVRgNyM/s1600/38.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa música eu tava cantando ali na cidade grande aí e um soldado gostou tanto que me levou pra cantá na cadeia, Florentina é o nome dela. Florentina, Florentina, Florentina de Jesus. Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz? Eu tava cantando e o soldado disse: "Rapaz, tu canta muito, bora cantá na cadeia?" Chego lá me empurrou, aí tinha um loirão muito doido lá dentro, o loiro olhô pra mim e falou: "Qual é? Qual foi? Porque que é que tu tá nessa?" Eu disse não só porque eu tava cantando: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz. Ele falou: "Pode crê meu caro, cala tua boca se não eu boto seus dente pra dentro!" Fiquei bem caladinho quando foi no outro dia, o dregolado falôu: "Quem é o cantor?" Eu disse pronto... "Rapaz, você tá solto! Mas nunca mais cante esse negócio de: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Graças a Deus, desde este dia pra cá nunca mais eu cantei esse negócio de Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Chega de tanta... Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Isso é uma coisa que todo mundo abusa esse negócio de: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Eu num canto mais esse negócio de: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Agora eu já parei com esse negócio de: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Eu quero é cegá do sovaco se eu cantá esse negócio de: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz Agora eu vou cantá prá vocês uma música de Roberto Carlos que chama: Florentina, Florentina Florentina de Jesus Não sei se tu me amas, Pra que tu me seduz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uiem5_bJRLM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5230504261591202950?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5230504261591202950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5230504261591202950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5230504261591202950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-38.html' title='Desafio Musical #38'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssSW2qeYB7w/TpDoig-eKpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/j59l5mIjKiA/s72-c/dm%2B38.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8192678636710934965</id><published>2011-09-07T20:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:06:00.782-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demi lovato'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #37</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjTiAdAwYz0/TpDjcs2D_EI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hKZ_qN-fmPc/s400/dm%2B37.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661274813818469442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Uma música que você ouviria agora/ou esta ouvindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato - Get Back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_btA2Z2mTnM/TpDjc3mn5zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/36GoOd5Hbj0/s1600/37.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't walk away like ya always do, this time. Baby, you're the only thing that's been on my mind. Ever since you left, I've been a mess. (You won't answer your phone). I'll say it once, then I'll leave you alone. But I gotta let you know. I wanna get back. To the old days. When the phone would ring. And I knew it was you. I wanna talk back. And get yelled at. Fight for nothing. Like we used to. Oh hold me,. Like you mean it. Like you miss me, 'Cause I know that you do. I wanna get back. Get back. With you. Don't look at me that way I see it in your e-e-eyes... Don't worry about me, I've been fi-i-ine. I'm not gonna lie, I've been a mess. Since you've left. And everytime I see you, it gets more and more intense. You were the only one I wanted. And you were the first one I fell for. You're the only one that I've been need of. And I don't want to be lonely anymore.&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lJXJ5rzcHVQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8192678636710934965?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8192678636710934965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8192678636710934965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8192678636710934965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-37.html' title='Desafio Musical #37'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjTiAdAwYz0/TpDjcs2D_EI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hKZ_qN-fmPc/s72-c/dm%2B37.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3223944106844025749</id><published>2011-09-06T10:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:38:17.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ5rm7LNt1s/TpDdoL-7-nI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZV3bKZP1FYQ/s400/dm%2B36.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661268414085986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Uma música pra ouvir na noitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga (qualquer uma)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLlOvnaDsBA/TpDdoSBBqEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9tG0sMX5y38/s1600/36.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1a8SaqZjmnA?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3223944106844025749?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3223944106844025749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3223944106844025749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3223944106844025749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-36.html' title='Desafio Musical #36'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ5rm7LNt1s/TpDdoL-7-nI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZV3bKZP1FYQ/s72-c/dm%2B36.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7551022309327861222</id><published>2011-09-05T19:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:20:42.675-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHz7dEyD4P0/TpDX62jyY0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pkMvuopS66c/s400/dm%2B35.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661262137682715458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Uma música para se arrumar para a noitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesha - Tik Tok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IW7fwhJTWNI/TpDX6ywV-jI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_Vc9MgDUjBo/s1600/35.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?). Grab my glasses, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go). Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack. 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop topping, playing our favorite cds. Pulling up to the parties. Trying to get a little bit tipsy. Don't stop, make it prop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, Imma fight. 'Til we see the sunlight. Tick tock, on the clock. But the party don't stop, no. Woah-oh oh oh. Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here. And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk. Boys trying to touch my junk, junk. Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk. Now, now - we go until they kick us out, out. Or the police shut us down, down. Police shut us down, down. Po-po shut us - DJ, you build me up. You break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me. With my hands up. You got me now. You got that sound. Yeah, you got me. DJ, you build me up. You break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me. With my hands up. Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iP6XpLQM2Cs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7551022309327861222?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7551022309327861222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7551022309327861222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7551022309327861222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-35.html' title='Desafio Musical #35'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHz7dEyD4P0/TpDX62jyY0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pkMvuopS66c/s72-c/dm%2B35.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7005995902058919346</id><published>2011-09-05T11:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:58:46.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cazuza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Como diria o poeta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_5FJisEjmU/TpDVRqWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAko/iOgZ6MWrRWM/s1600/tumblr_lsq6guavPR1qfjd3zo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_5FJisEjmU/TpDVRqWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAko/iOgZ6MWrRWM/s1600/tumblr_lsq6guavPR1qfjd3zo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7005995902058919346?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7005995902058919346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-diria-o-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7005995902058919346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7005995902058919346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-diria-o-poeta.html' title='Como diria o poeta...'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_5FJisEjmU/TpDVRqWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAko/iOgZ6MWrRWM/s72-c/tumblr_lsq6guavPR1qfjd3zo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5255328685538369427</id><published>2011-09-04T19:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:21:15.848-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all time low'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU0UpOlWAoo/TpDTOqF5_JI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lI-Cj4IKbJ8/s400/dm%2B34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661256980375403666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Uma música que você adora cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Time Low - Remembering Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HRYfAzs5JA/TpDTOo_fTbI/AAAAAAAAAkg/l5cNaL10tqQ/s1600/34.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past. Two in the morning. He hasn't been sober for days. Leaning now into the breeze. Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together. But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. Now this place seems familiar to him. She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She led him upstairs. She led him upstairs. Left him dying to get in. Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling. I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?. She's been running through my dreams. And it's driving me crazy, it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me. Even though she doesn't believe in love. He's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies? They're filling his gut. Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces. He pleads though he tries. But he's only denied. Now he's dying to get inside. Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling. I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?. She's been running through my dreams. And it's driving me crazy, it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me. The neighbor said she moved away. Funny how it rained all day. I didn't think much of it then. But it's starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now. That all of these clouds are following me. In my desperate endeavor. To find my whoever, wherever she may be. I'm not coming back. I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak. But you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair. And out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world. So many thousands of feet off the ground. I'm over you now. I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head. I guess I'll go home now. I guess I'll go home now. I guess I'll go home now. I guess I'll go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/erspkBDsTm0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5255328685538369427?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5255328685538369427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-33_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5255328685538369427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5255328685538369427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-33_04.html' title='Desafio Musical #34'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU0UpOlWAoo/TpDTOqF5_JI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lI-Cj4IKbJ8/s72-c/dm%2B34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7019770731901525709</id><published>2011-09-03T21:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:06:58.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmalte'/><title type='text'>Esmalte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7tzAIRoWwA/To5B-O-RoXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZM70FJ5UVvg/s1600/P2090862.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7tzAIRoWwA/To5B-O-RoXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZM70FJ5UVvg/s1600/P2090862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impala - Figo (Coleção Novo 70)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7019770731901525709?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7019770731901525709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/esmalte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7019770731901525709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7019770731901525709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/esmalte.html' title='Esmalte'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7tzAIRoWwA/To5B-O-RoXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZM70FJ5UVvg/s72-c/P2090862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6965501638493951207</id><published>2011-09-02T20:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:59:04.000-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zEtFEQW2_c/To4_stBuFsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HTQYwsh5ZA8/s400/dm%2B33.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660531818884896450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Um jingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissan - Maldição do Pônei.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLmIfcUWe7s/To4_sxUuxII/AAAAAAAAAkI/WLby_G5NYHg/s1600/33.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pôneis malditos, Pôneis malditos, Venha com agente atolar... Odeio barro, Odeio lama, Que nojinhoo... Não vou sair do lugar... Te quieroo.&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X3yGSJE53kU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6965501638493951207?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6965501638493951207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6965501638493951207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6965501638493951207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-33.html' title='Desafio Musical #33'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zEtFEQW2_c/To4_stBuFsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HTQYwsh5ZA8/s72-c/dm%2B33.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8036008898682220515</id><published>2011-09-01T20:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:31:30.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqdKb4c-SE8/To43pgPbC0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/3iFITHwSb3o/s400/dm%2B32.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660522967820077890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Uma música de um seriado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Degraw - I Don't Wanna Be (One Tree Hill)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga876Vz-Z2E/To43phx4wrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5OxhLBU1Cks/s1600/32%2BGavin%2BDegraw%2B-%2BI%2BDon%2527t%2BWanna%2BBe.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ip_03DPrTQ/To45apw9zOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a2qRkQWhwqE/s1600/32%2BGavin%2BDegraw%2B-%2BI%2BDon%2527t%2BWanna%2BBe.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son. I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son. I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one.Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from. I don't wanna be anything other than what. I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think in me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do. Or who I'm supposed to be. I don't wanna be anything other than me. I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn. I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by a identity crisis everywhere I turn. Am I the only one to notice? I can't be the only one who's learned. Can I have everyone's attention please. See, not like this and that. You're gonna have to leave. I came from the mountain, the crust of creation. My whole situation made from clay to stone. And now I'm telling everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bJcYer9vhHM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8036008898682220515?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8036008898682220515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8036008898682220515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8036008898682220515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/desafio-musical-32.html' title='Desafio Musical #32'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqdKb4c-SE8/To43pgPbC0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/3iFITHwSb3o/s72-c/dm%2B32.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4160220885881160506</id><published>2011-09-01T12:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:37:00.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls177kImHU1qdpql4o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls177kImHU1qdpql4o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOXJF0jHXUM/ToEi3MUlXEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/U7OUi_hjvuM/s1600/tumblr_lqsy7bQmLw1qa6ko3o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4160220885881160506?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4160220885881160506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/setembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4160220885881160506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4160220885881160506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/09/setembro.html' title='Setembro!!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-1428970771600809368</id><published>2011-08-31T23:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:10:56.300-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxBcxnDLQ7Q/ToEhc14gAhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/giHdL07Iyi0/s400/dm%2B31.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656839386338165266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Uma música de um desenho animado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phineas e Ferb&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heN9VUfu1qM/ToEhc7PatmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LN_mROHfExg/s1600/31%2Bphineas.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;São três meses de férias. Que passam depressa. Curtir é a prioridade. Temos que aproveitar bem. Então vamos nessa. Mais tem que rolar novidades (Como por exemplo). Ir ao espaço, Lutar com uma múmia ou Escalar A Torre Eiffel Inteira. Descobrir uma Coisa Maluca Demais Ou lavar um Macaco Na Banheira. Surfar no maremoto Criar minirobôs Ou Colocar Um Monstro No Divã (Phineas) - Tá Aqui O Cérebro. Achar Mais Um Dodô Pintar o continente Ou Enlouquecer Nossa Irmã. (Candace) - Phineas!!! Antes  Que As Aulas Comecem De Novo, Temos Muito Que Fazer (Phineas) - Vem  Perry! Fique ligado pois Com Phineas E Ferb Tudo Pode Acontecer! Fique  ligado pois Com Phineas E Ferb Tudo Pode Acontecer! Candace (MãããÉnheee, Phineas e Ferb Estão Fazendo a Abertura Da Série!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FsFdpBh3Jhw?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-1428970771600809368?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/1428970771600809368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1428970771600809368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1428970771600809368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-31.html' title='Desafio Musical #31'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxBcxnDLQ7Q/ToEhc14gAhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/giHdL07Iyi0/s72-c/dm%2B31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-594075194850564839</id><published>2011-08-31T21:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:03:52.523-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Achou algo legal na internet? Compartilhe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wp.clicrbs.com.br/infosfera/files/2011/01/seesomething.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 1625px;" src="http://wp.clicrbs.com.br/infosfera/files/2011/01/seesomething.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campanha (que todos deveriam seguir) feita pelo site &lt;a href="http://www.notquitewrong.com/rosscottinc/2011/01/13/see-something-cite-something/"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;notquitewrong.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Eu vi no&lt;a href="http://www.notquitewrong.com/rosscottinc/2011/01/13/see-something-cite-something/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wp.clicrbs.com.br/infosfera/2011/01/17/viu-algo-legal-na-internet-compartilhe/?topo=77,1"&gt;infoesfera&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-594075194850564839?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/594075194850564839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/achou-algo-legal-na-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/594075194850564839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/594075194850564839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/achou-algo-legal-na-internet.html' title='Achou algo legal na internet? Compartilhe!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6169395886695365256</id><published>2011-08-30T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:50:01.411-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpzMJxmW8kk/ToEcONWuzwI/AAAAAAAAAig/9EW7MzmLLKo/s400/dm%2B30.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656833637382803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Uma música da trilha sonora de uma novela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - I want to know what love is (viver a vida)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfQIQa_Qwt8/ToEcOZEx0rI/AAAAAAAAAio/WYrZIa3O5j0/s1600/30%2Bmariah%2Bi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gotta take a little time. A little time to think things over. I better read between the lines. In case I need it when I'm colder. In my life. There's been heartache and pain. I don't know. If I can face it again. Can't stop now. I've traveled so far. To change this lonely life. I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is. I know you can show me. Gonna take a little time(take a litlle time). A little time to look around me (ooh). I've got nowhere left to hide (nowhere left to hide). It looks like love's finally found men (oooh). Oh, let's talk about love.&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gCadlN8fexk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6169395886695365256?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6169395886695365256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6169395886695365256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6169395886695365256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-30.html' title='Desafio Musical #30'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpzMJxmW8kk/ToEcONWuzwI/AAAAAAAAAig/9EW7MzmLLKo/s72-c/dm%2B30.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-941021741014666122</id><published>2011-08-29T23:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:39:47.742-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael cera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ALzX5GPHw/ToEX4MDUMiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ge4TzHJmbjM/s400/dm%2B29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656828861029298722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Uma música da trilha sonora de um filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Cera and Ellen Page - Anyone Else But You (JUNO).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unc_SxAemS8/ToEX4XtgLBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YsytvO5AM6w/s1600/29%2Bjuno%2Banymore.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unc_SxAemS8/ToEX4XtgLBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YsytvO5AM6w/s1600/29%2Bjuno%2Banymore.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're part time lover. And a full time friend. The monkey on the back. Is the latest trend. Don't see what. Anyone can see. In anyone else. But you. Here is a church; And here is a steeple. We sure are cute. For two ugly people. Don't see whatAnyone can see. In anyone else. But you. We both have. Shiny happy fits. Of rage. I want more fans. You want more stage. I'm always tryin'. To keep it real. Now i'm in love. With how you feel. I kiss you. On the brain. In the shadow. Of the train. I kiss you. All starry eyed. My body swings. From side to side. The pebbles forgive me. The trees forgive me. So why can't. You forgive me? Du, du, du, du Du, du, du Du, du, du, duDu, du, du, du Du, du, du Du, du, du, du I don't see What anyone can see In anyone else But you&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nBDbUVXXp-U?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-941021741014666122?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/941021741014666122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/941021741014666122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/941021741014666122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-29.html' title='Desafio Musical #29'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ALzX5GPHw/ToEX4MDUMiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ge4TzHJmbjM/s72-c/dm%2B29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8577744901917428977</id><published>2011-08-29T12:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:28:39.660-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmalte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Esmalte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsG5zwMIaQo/Tn_UxF13TkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0V5lVYQiagw/s1600/P2180879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsG5zwMIaQo/Tn_UxF13TkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0V5lVYQiagw/s1600/P2180879.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Essa semana:&lt;/span&gt; Classic (impala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsG5zwMIaQo/Tn_UxF13TkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0V5lVYQiagw/s1600/P2180879.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8577744901917428977?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8577744901917428977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esmalte_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8577744901917428977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8577744901917428977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esmalte_29.html' title='Esmalte'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsG5zwMIaQo/Tn_UxF13TkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0V5lVYQiagw/s72-c/P2180879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4122970997733852193</id><published>2011-08-28T22:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:25:29.034-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travis barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark hoppus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom delonge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blink 182'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ju4wH8l1cU/Tn_RnZ_dSvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SltTWdBXwzU/s400/dm%2B28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656470131922782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Uma música para ouvir no volume máximo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 - Feeling This&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf1XPMDh-C8/Tn_RnmaMuKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vfp1Z-ISXdI/s1600/28%2Bblink%2Bfelling.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got no regret right now (i'm feeling this). The air is so cold and low (i'm feeling this). Let me go in her room (i'm feeling this). I love all the things you do (i'm feeling this). Show me the way to bed (i'm feeling this)Show me the way you move (i'm feeling this). Fuck it, it's such a blur (i'm feeling this). I love all the things you do (i'm feeling this). Fate fell short this time. Your smile fades in the summer. Place your hand in mine. I'll leave when i wanna. Where do we go from here? Turn all the lights down now. Smiling from ear to ear (i'm feeling this). Our breathing has got too loud (i'm feeling this). Show me the bedroom floor (i'm feeling this). Show me the bathroom mirror (i'm feeling this). We're taking this way to slow (i'm feeling this). Take me away from here (i'm feeling this). This place was never the same again. After you came and went. How could you say you meant anything different to anyone. Standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night. We met. Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight i can breath for a while. I'm not in this scene i think i'm falling asleep. But then all that it means is i'll always be dreaming of you. Are we alone do you feel it. So lost and disillusioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4kMZ23T9VHE?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&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/5025139783765027405-4122970997733852193?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4122970997733852193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4122970997733852193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4122970997733852193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-28.html' title='Desafio Musical #28'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ju4wH8l1cU/Tn_RnZ_dSvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SltTWdBXwzU/s72-c/dm%2B28.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4140542268649476438</id><published>2011-08-28T21:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:50:09.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Coca-Cola Light Plus - Você é mais do que você imagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maisdoquevoceimagina.cocacolalightplus.com.br/?utm_source=GoogleBusca&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_term=coca%20cola%20light%20plus%20facebook&amp;amp;utm_content=8250717667&amp;amp;utm_campaign=DeumPlus-GLP"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 554px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGshdf7J3tc/Tn_LqMZ_wWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9F-AHcqlqSI/s1600/coca%2Bcola%2B2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O site da coca-cola está com um novo aplicativo no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Esse aplicativo faz uma busca em todos os seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt;/fotos/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comentários&lt;/span&gt;/amigos e faz uma conta para descobrir a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;. A minha deu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;simpática&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maisdoquevoceimagina.cocacolalightplus.com.br/?utm_source=GoogleBusca&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_term=coca%20cola%20light%20plus%20facebook&amp;amp;utm_content=8250717667&amp;amp;utm_campaign=DeumPlus-GLP"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAJszUWQ8zw/Tn_JJECahFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9PY2LAG2XJE/s1600/coca%2Bcola.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maisdoquevoceimagina.cocacolalightplus.com.br/?utm_source=GoogleBusca&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_term=coca%20cola%20light%20plus%20facebook&amp;amp;utm_content=8250717667&amp;amp;utm_campaign=DeumPlus-GLP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq4hKirdF8s/Tn_KM15c_BI/AAAAAAAAAho/us9ceF9N1JY/s400/coca%2Bcola%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656461978975927314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como eu não mexo muito no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;números&lt;/span&gt; ficaram baixos, mas se você quer saber qual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt; a Coca-Cola atribuiria a você, é só clicar &lt;a href="http://maisdoquevoceimagina.cocacolalightplus.com.br/?utm_source=GoogleBusca&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_term=coca%20cola%20light%20plus%20facebook&amp;amp;utm_content=8250717667&amp;amp;utm_campaign=DeumPlus-GLP"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; ou nas imagens desse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4140542268649476438?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4140542268649476438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/coca-cola-light-plus-voce-e-mais-do-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4140542268649476438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4140542268649476438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/coca-cola-light-plus-voce-e-mais-do-que.html' title='Coca-Cola Light Plus - Você é mais do que você imagina'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGshdf7J3tc/Tn_LqMZ_wWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9F-AHcqlqSI/s72-c/coca%2Bcola%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8707713631575732935</id><published>2011-08-27T20:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:09:09.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1YtHYPagZ8/Tn-zmEMDC3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/du9LUF0gIEI/s400/dm%2B27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656437123541306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Uma música que você ache a letra ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Black - Friday&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAmcFg1cWpA/Tn-zmRrZ1bI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1THYnZqUuIA/s1600/27%2Brebecca%2Bfriday.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seven a.m., waking up in the morning. Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs. Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal. Seein' everything, the time is goin'. Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'. Gotta get down to the bus stop. Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends) Kickin' in the front seat. Sittin' in the back seat. Gotta make my mind up. Which seat can I take? It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend. Partyin', partyin' (Yeah). Fun, fun, fun, fun. Lookin' forward to the weekend. 7:45, we're drivin' on the highway. Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly. Fun, fun, think about fun. You know what it is. I got this, you got this. My friend is by my right, ay. I got this, you got this. Now you know it. Kickin' in the front seat. Sittin' in the back seat. Gotta make my mind up. Which seat can I take? Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday. Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin'). We-we-we so excited. We so excited. We gonna have a ball today. Tomorrow is Saturday. And Sunday comes after … wards. I don't want this weekend to end. Patrice Wilson: R-B, Rebecca Black. So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat). In the back seat (In the back seat). I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah). Fast lanes, switchin' lanes. Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!). (C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me. Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream. Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend. We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kfVsfOSbJY0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-8707713631575732935?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8707713631575732935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8707713631575732935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8707713631575732935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-27.html' title='Desafio Musical #27'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1YtHYPagZ8/Tn-zmEMDC3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/du9LUF0gIEI/s72-c/dm%2B27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4826063964825751927</id><published>2011-08-27T19:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:57:06.235-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu quero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lojas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>EU QUERO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 377px;" src="http://chicclete.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu estava atoa na internet e achei essa loja chamada &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Woouf&lt;/a&gt; ela é da Barcelona, e é SUPER legal. Eles vendem  &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=4&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;almofadas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=5&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;posters&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=3&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;puffs&lt;/a&gt;, uns mais lindos que os outros. De verdade, eu não conseguiria escolher só um. Eles entregam no Brasil, mas os preços são um tanto quanto salgados variando de &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=3&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;R$ 207,90&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=3&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;R$ 613,00 &lt;/a&gt;sem contar com o frete né. Mas se tiver uma alma de bom coração que queira me dar uma dessas coisas lindas, sintam-se a vontade ;)&lt;a href="http://woouf.com/wp/index.php/catalog/?cat=3&amp;amp;col=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5025139783765027405-4826063964825751927?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4826063964825751927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4826063964825751927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4826063964825751927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-quero.html' title='EU QUERO!!!!!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4809475030789882607</id><published>2011-08-26T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:39:28.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvArCBL_57Q/Tn-rPXPSWmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8n88nDmLicw/s400/dm%2B26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656427937425152610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Uma música que você ame a letra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry - Thinking of You&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq1Y0uufzGI/Tn-rPhjATsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Jr0LljBLpn4/s1600/26%2Bkaty%2Bthing.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done. Once you've had a taste of perfection. Like an apple hanging from a tree. I picked the ripest one. I still got the seed. You said move on. Where do I go? I guess second best. Is all I will know. Cause when I'm with him. I am thinking of you, Thinking of you. What you would do if. You were the one. Who was spending the night. Oh I wish that I. Was looking into your eyes. You're like an Indian summer. In the middle of winter. Like a hard candy. With a surprise center. How do I get better. Once I've had the best. You said there's. Tons of fish in the water. So the waters I will test. He kissed my lips. I taste your mouth. He pulled me in. I was disgusted with myself. You're the best. And yes I do regret. How I could let myself. Let you go. Now the lesson's learned. I touched it I was burned. Oh I think you should know. Your eyes. Looking into your eyes. Oh won't you walk through. And bust in the door and. Take me away. Oh no more mistakes. Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay. Stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wdGZBRAwW74?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-4809475030789882607?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4809475030789882607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4809475030789882607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4809475030789882607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-26.html' title='Desafio Musical #26'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvArCBL_57Q/Tn-rPXPSWmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8n88nDmLicw/s72-c/dm%2B26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5946156125734681843</id><published>2011-08-26T20:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:27:40.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Ela está tentando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ0YBtCwyj8/Tn0VmlwTFnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hKmUCeq43AA/s1600/1262821703843_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas a garota está tentando. É nítido que está. Está tentando não chorar.  Tentando provar para si mesma, que não precisa provar nada para  ninguém. Está tentando esquecer, e - acima de tudo - não generalizar.  Tentando convencer seu coração e sua mente, de que nem todo mundo é  igual, que isso é apenas uma fase, que vai passar. Que a alegria virá  pela manhã, e que ainda há motivos para acreditar no amor. Sendo assim,  digam o que quiserem, pensem o que quiserem, julguem-a como quiserem,  mas reconheçam: &lt;strong&gt;ela está tentando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5946156125734681843?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5946156125734681843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5946156125734681843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/ela-esta-tentando.html' title='Ela está tentando...'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ0YBtCwyj8/Tn0VmlwTFnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hKmUCeq43AA/s72-c/1262821703843_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5796598682631376852</id><published>2011-08-25T20:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:52:48.333-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4CcmjibGOk/Tlr9GrtZFhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YfsoSI1RXHE/s400/dm%2B25.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646103374116492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Uma música para quando você se sente sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke$ha - Dancing With Tears in My Eyes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k69QTTnN4Fg/Tlr9G163X5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/qKIfCHGnt3A/s1600/25%2Bkesha%2Bdancing.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go, welcome to my funeral. Without you, I don't even have a pulse. All alone, it's dark and cold. With every move I die. Here I go, this is my confessional. A lost cause, nobody can save my soul. I'm so delusional. With every move I die. I have destroyed our love. It's gone. Payback is sick. It's all my fault. I'm dancing with tears in my eyes. Just fighting to get through the night. I'm losing it, losing it, losing it. With every move I die. I'm fading, I'm broken inside. I've wasted the love of my life. I'm losing it, losing it, losing it. With every move I die. When did I become such a hyprocite? Double-life, lies that you caught me in. Trust me, i'm paying for it. With every move I die. On the floor, I'm just a zombie. Who I am is not who I wanna be. I'm such a tragedy. This is it. And now you're really gone this time. Never once thought I'd be in pieces left behind (...).&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D3xW6n3SBy0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5796598682631376852?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5796598682631376852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5796598682631376852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5796598682631376852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-25.html' title='Desafio Musical #25'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4CcmjibGOk/Tlr9GrtZFhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YfsoSI1RXHE/s72-c/dm%2B25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-535889993700698856</id><published>2011-08-25T17:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:46:04.423-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh duhamel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katherine heigl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Juntos Pelo Acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHGHzDelfxc/TlqgqdwfvMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MbTfDdQcx7Y/s1600/tumblr_lnbq2jGUEM1qlz1d6o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gostei muito, mas muito mesmo, desse filme! O início é meio bobinho,  quando eles têm o primeiro encontro (ou parte dele, haha). Mas depois é,  ao mesmo tempo, tão triste e comovente. Dá para sentir que poderia ser  uma situação real: duas pessoas que se tornam pai e mãe de uma hora para  outra, tendo que superar a perda dos amigos e lidar com uma vida  completamente nova. Supeeeer Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwbqf5dvF1qjcbiwo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly Berenson (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/katherine-heigl-a7/"&gt;Katherine Heigl&lt;/a&gt;) é uma banqueteira de sucesso e Eric  Messer (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/josh-duhamel-a160/"&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;/a&gt;) é um promissor coordenador de esportes. Após um  primeiro encontro desastroso, as únicas coisas que compartilham são a  antipatia que têm um pelo outro e o amor pela afilhada, Sophie (Alexis  Clagett). Quando ambos se tornam a única família de Sophie, veem-se  obrigados a colocar suas diferenças de lado. Tentando equilibrar  ambições profissionais e eventos sociais concorrentes, eles terão que  encontrar sentimentos em comum para conseguir viver sob o mesmo teto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKtHfddplQk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKtHfddplQk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme Online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/O1751E280dde88480a52c8b1a7094decccca67531"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/O1751E280dde88480a52c8b1a7094decccca67531" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-535889993700698856?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/535889993700698856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/juntos-pelo-acaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/535889993700698856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/535889993700698856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/juntos-pelo-acaso.html' title='Juntos Pelo Acaso'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHGHzDelfxc/TlqgqdwfvMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MbTfDdQcx7Y/s72-c/tumblr_lnbq2jGUEM1qlz1d6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3012199681958354280</id><published>2011-08-24T21:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:57:02.821-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaxrUEnPDO0/TlqZC_hh8YI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qeE2tNVilbM/s400/dm%2B24.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645993359553196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Uma música que te faça sentir confiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boots - New in Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAdY4HsNPBI/TlqZDQ4LlMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kH9xfzLzfro/s1600/24%2Blittle%2Bnew.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heard you're New in town. Want someone to show you around. Well no-one knows this place just quite like me. Well I don't, hang with the crowd. Where I go, were dressing down. I'll take you where the music plays for free. So don't rely on people you meet. Cause no-one is safe in these streets. I'm gonna take you out tonight. I'm gonna make you feel alright. I don't have a lot of money. But we'll be fine. No, I don't have a penny. But I'll show you a good time. I'm gonna take you out tonight. I'm gonna make you feel alright. I don't have a lot of money but we'll be fine. No, I don't have a penny. But I'll show you a real good time. What I do, you think so far. Is it all your hoping for. Does it live up to your every dream. Or do, we disappoint. While you make the choice. When you wake up can you hear a scream. Cause I know how it feels to be alone. When strangers only make you feel apart. You never, ever felt so far from home. You never felt so far from home (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360px" width="530px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=56329368,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=56329368,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5025139783765027405-3012199681958354280?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3012199681958354280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3012199681958354280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3012199681958354280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-24.html' title='Desafio Musical #24'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaxrUEnPDO0/TlqZC_hh8YI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qeE2tNVilbM/s72-c/dm%2B24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3255458890861173324</id><published>2011-08-24T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:51:35.906-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rupert grint'/><title type='text'>Happy 23rd Rupert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 603px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqes0hFXb51qi40o2o1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3255458890861173324?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3255458890861173324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-23rd-rupert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3255458890861173324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3255458890861173324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-23rd-rupert.html' title='Happy 23rd Rupert!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-36601709053547099</id><published>2011-08-23T15:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:45:23.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ4OLyZ3mcc/TlqKmqst-cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/HGXXyHYlr1g/s400/dm%2B23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645977479763851714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Uma música que te deixa triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRZ41Y_dH6U/TlqKm4Cx2xI/AAAAAAAAAf4/jqHYEbBwwdU/s1600/22%2Bavril%2Bwhen.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always needed time on my own. I never thought I'd need you there when I cry. And the days feel like years when I'm alone. And the bed where you lie. Is made up on your side. When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone. The pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone. The face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone. The words I need to hear to always get me through the day. And make it ok. I miss you. I've never felt this way before. Everything that I do. Reminds me of you. And the clothes you left lye on the floor. And they smell just like you. I love the things that you do. We were made for each other. I'll keep forever. I know we were. Ohhhhh. All I ever wanted was for you to know. Everything I do I give my heart and soul. I can only breathe. I need to feel you here with me. yeah (...)&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0G3_kG5FFfQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-36601709053547099?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/36601709053547099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/36601709053547099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/36601709053547099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-23.html' title='Desafio Musical #23'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ4OLyZ3mcc/TlqKmqst-cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/HGXXyHYlr1g/s72-c/dm%2B23.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2593431588899585309</id><published>2011-08-22T21:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:43:54.642-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leighton meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFa9Muzqy5U/TlnFYiell0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/WmSXa8jjnbk/s400/dm%2B22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645760633248257858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Uma música que te deixa feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester - Good Girls Go Bad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Rl5vSOSTvY/TlnFYxqzABI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ksxgsP3gUQM/s1600/22%2Bcobra%2Bgood.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I make them good girls go (good girls go) I know your type. Yeah, daddy's little girl. Just take a bite (one bite) Let me shake up your world. Cuz just one night. Couldn't be so wrong. I'm gonna make you lose control. She was so shy 'til i drove her wild. I make them good girls go bad. You were hangin in the corner with your five best friends. You heard that i was trouble but you couldn't resist. I make them good girls go bad. I know your type. Boy you're dangerous. Yeah you're that guy (that guy). I'd be stupid to trust. But just one night couldn't be so wrong. You make me wanna lose control (...) Oh, she gotta way with the boys in the place. Treat 'em like they dont stand a chance. And he gotta way with the girls in the back. Actin' like they're too hott to dance. Yeah, she gotta way with the boys in the place. Treat 'em like they dont stand a chance. And he gotta way with the girls in the back. Actin' like they're too hot to dance (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ix5z1bRz4Sc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-2593431588899585309?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2593431588899585309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2593431588899585309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2593431588899585309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-22.html' title='Desafio Musical #22'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFa9Muzqy5U/TlnFYiell0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/WmSXa8jjnbk/s72-c/dm%2B22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3786723833577756637</id><published>2011-08-22T10:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:05:52.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>My Milk Toof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/4575670784_55cdd6954d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575670604/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/4575670604_761593e24e.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey guys- come over here, I have something to show you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575036891/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4575036891_00a60f5b16.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Can we look now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575670784/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/4575670784_55cdd6954d.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;SURPRISE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575037073/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/4575037073_708f3d1d7c.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575037205/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4575037205_665320fdd4.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I call top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575037393/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4575037393_500ec13558.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Lardee, quit it- I called top!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575040863/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/4575040863_29f01e8558.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"This is a problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575041847/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/4575041847_17a516553f.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Okay, you stay on your side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575674208/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/4575674208_45f00b4f16.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I'm gonna move up all my stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575675986/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4575675986_ffccf3b4c9.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575675754/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4575675754_2d1645811d.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575675360/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4575675360_899f781915.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"He-heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, my side's the best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575040149/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4575040149_25cfe872ef.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575674588/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/4575674588_070e57bdc6.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Whoomp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575674014/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4575674014_25891c3111.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575672286/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4575672286_b7fe2ce803.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande',fantasy;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575672122/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/4575672122_9ecc53dc04.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575673416/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4575673416_7cf6fde28f.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575038645/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4575038645_782873b3c2.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575675010/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4575675010_2e62c0975a.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',-webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575037683/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4575037683_a2de9a7592.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4576259184/" title="Bed Buddies by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4576259184_f5b2b852ff.jpg" alt="Bed Buddies" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575040513/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4575040513_96561cd996.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Great. Now what are we gonna do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11811822@N03/4575676314/" title="Untitled by Inhae Lee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4575676314_7725a22627.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fofo né *-* credito e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt; aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3786723833577756637?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3786723833577756637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-milk-toof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3786723833577756637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3786723833577756637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-milk-toof.html' title='My Milk Toof'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/4575670604_761593e24e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2663857825407502795</id><published>2011-08-21T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:39:16.261-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q24N38dNnE4/Tlm2tVK45CI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rVEK7WQ6yo4/s400/dm%2B21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645744497778811938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Uma música que lembre sua adolescência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance - I'm not Okay (I promise)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZstDd3nl9io/Tlm2tnU8C1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Viax_A2Kh60/s1600/21%2Bmy%2Bok.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well if you wanted honesty, That's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, It's better off this way. For all the dirty looks, For photographs your boyfriend took, Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? I'm not okay. You wear me out. What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? (I'm not okay) I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what they mean (I'm Not Okay) So be a joke and look Another line without a hook. I held you close as we both shook for the last time. Take a good hard look! Forget about the dirty looks. For photographs your boyfriend took? You said you read me like a book, But the pages are all torn and frayed. I'm okay. I'm okay! I'm okay, Now (I'm okay, Now) But you really need to listen to me. Because I'm telling you the truth. I mean this I'm okay! (Trust me). I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZudX66IBat8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2663857825407502795?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2663857825407502795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2663857825407502795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2663857825407502795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/21.html' title='Desafio Musical #21'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q24N38dNnE4/Tlm2tVK45CI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rVEK7WQ6yo4/s72-c/dm%2B21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-146130265036597894</id><published>2011-08-21T12:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:08:51.682-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Make me Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://makemezombie.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFe8MNkdJng/TlmwXzb2AoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0_OKTefEWhE/s1600/zoombie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não tem nada de interessante pra fazer? Você é fã de filmes de zombie?Vire um então, é só você entrar &lt;a href="http://makemezombie.com/"&gt;nesse&lt;/a&gt; site, fazer upload de uma foto sua e pronto! Agora você é um zombie (kkkkk)&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/5025139783765027405-146130265036597894?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/146130265036597894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/zombilandiiia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/146130265036597894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/146130265036597894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/zombilandiiia.html' title='Make me Zombie'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFe8MNkdJng/TlmwXzb2AoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0_OKTefEWhE/s72-c/zoombie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6961894242835932742</id><published>2011-08-20T16:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:38:18.502-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple plan'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7z1S8WDqaIg/TlmoDtTFP_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/xSh0cPEgEZQ/s400/dm%2B20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645728389538332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Uma música que te descreva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan - Welcome to my Life&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCXoDdkdawU/TlmoDwIrksI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tgsiyPmUefA/s1600/20%2Bsimple%2Bwelcome.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down. Do you ever feel out of place. Like somehow you just don't belong. And no one understands you. Do you ever wanna runaway. Do you lock yourself in your room. With the radio on turned up so loud. That no one hears you screaming. No you don't know what it's like. When nothing feels all right. You don't know what it's like. To be like me. To be hurt, to feel lost. To be left out in the dark. To be kicked when you're down. To like fell you've been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down. And no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like. Welcome to my life. Do you wanna be somebody else. Are you sick of feeling so left out. Are you desperate to find something more. Before your life is over. Are you stuck inside a world you hate. Are you sick of everyone around. With their big fake smiles and stupid lies. While deep inside you're bleeding. No one ever lied straight to your face. And no one ever stabbed you in the back. You might think I'm happy. But I'm not gonna be okay. Everybody always gave you what you wanted. You never had to work it was always there. You don't know what it's like. What it's like. To be on the edge of breaking down. And no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lt0WP9ZBNiY?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6961894242835932742?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6961894242835932742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6961894242835932742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6961894242835932742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-20.html' title='Desafio Musical #20'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7z1S8WDqaIg/TlmoDtTFP_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/xSh0cPEgEZQ/s72-c/dm%2B20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6414539947010469036</id><published>2011-08-20T13:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:15:11.511-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Buuu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8muqPEPxl4/TlmkICVfpiI/AAAAAAAAAew/KgeXkdy9yjs/s1600/P1270656.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6414539947010469036?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6414539947010469036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/buuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6414539947010469036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6414539947010469036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/buuu.html' title='Buuu!'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8muqPEPxl4/TlmkICVfpiI/AAAAAAAAAew/KgeXkdy9yjs/s72-c/P1270656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2521045618806064494</id><published>2011-08-19T23:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:11:07.172-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lexUgbOIMQ/TlmiMOdxYWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5h3livfdKag/s400/dm%2B19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645721938810724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Uma música que lembra alguém especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria - Onde Estiver&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2B_rL1x5Wq8/TlmiMWei3eI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EUdSQpzzbBk/s1600/19%2Bgloria%2Bonde.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os dias são tão iguais o vento toca a janela. Não sei se sou tão capaz de viver (de viver sem você) &lt;/span&gt;Sua indecisão (tentando aprender, seguir) Quase me matou, me matou (desistir nunca mais) Partiu meu mundo em dois (hoje espero você) E agora eu sei. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa me faz lembrar você. Onde estiver saiba que eu sempre estarei aqui. Mesmo que o tempo te levar. Tive que aceitar. Mas me perco sem você. Tive que continuar. Mas não vivo sem você. &lt;/span&gt;Essa me faz lembrar de tudo que passamos. Essa noite vou dançar sem você (...) Nunca mais vou viver. Nunca mais ir além. Nunca mais vou viver. Não, não! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde estiver saiba que eu sempre estarei aqui. Mesmo que o tempo te levar(Volta sinto tanto sua falta nos meus braços eu guardo, teus abraços só pra te esperar) Vou te esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gFGPO5xktY0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="355" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2521045618806064494?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2521045618806064494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2521045618806064494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2521045618806064494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-19.html' title='Desafio Musical #19'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lexUgbOIMQ/TlmiMOdxYWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5h3livfdKag/s72-c/dm%2B19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7892299096762192270</id><published>2011-08-19T22:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:45:09.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Rock-Paper-Scissors: You vs. the Computer</title><content type='html'>Jogar Pedra-Papel-Tesoura pode ser fácil, mas não contra esse jogo de computador que foi desenvolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/science/rock-paper-scissors.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoNGJHbl15g/TlmcuxHoqbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yvH8GAmml9o/s1600/game.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;O computador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;imita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; o raciocínio humano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;através da construção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;regras simples e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;médias estatísticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Teste a sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;estratégia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;contra o computador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;neste jogo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;pedra-papel-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;tesoura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ilustrando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a inteligência&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;artificial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;básica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Escolha entre dois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;modos diferentes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;iniciante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, onde o computador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;aprende a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;jogar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a partir do zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ou veteranos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;onde o computador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mais de 200.000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;voltas de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;experiência anterior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;contra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eai? Vai querer jogar? É só clicar na imagem ou &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/science/rock-paper-scissors.html"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt; Boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7892299096762192270?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7892299096762192270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/rock-paper-scissors-you-vs-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7892299096762192270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7892299096762192270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/rock-paper-scissors-you-vs-computer.html' title='Rock-Paper-Scissors: You vs. the Computer'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoNGJHbl15g/TlmcuxHoqbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yvH8GAmml9o/s72-c/game.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3343356708778340769</id><published>2011-08-18T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:26:21.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LVI1FXBqgc/TlmXSaqeSMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7HLIBc_qEsE/s400/dm%2B18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645709950536534210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Uma música que lembre seus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry - Hot n' Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 548px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ShmUQX-FXM/TlmXSsF5pfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ade4cm3Pfdo/s1600/18%2Bkaty%2Bhot.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You change your mind. Like a girl changes clothes. Yeah, you PMS like a bitch. I would know. And you over think. Always speak cryptically. I should know. That you're no good for me. Cause you're hot then you're cold. You're yes then you're no. You're in and you're out. You're up and you're down. You're wrong when it's right. It's black and it's white. We fight, we break up. We kiss, we make up. (You) You don't really want to stay, no (You) But you don't really want to go. We used to be. Just like twins, so in sync. The same energy. Now's a dead battery. Used to laugh about nothing. Now you're plain boring. I should know. That you're not gonna change. Someone call the doctor. Got a case of a love bi-polar. Stuck on a roller coaster. Can't get off this ride. You change your mind. Like a girl changes clothes (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kTHNpusq654?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3343356708778340769?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3343356708778340769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3343356708778340769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3343356708778340769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-18.html' title='Desafio Musical #18'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LVI1FXBqgc/TlmXSaqeSMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7HLIBc_qEsE/s72-c/dm%2B18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4842466585396574188</id><published>2011-08-18T13:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:31:09.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmalte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Esmalte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBXInxyPyo/TkxC173gErI/AAAAAAAAAeA/FLDXowO2yaI/s1600/P1210590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 626px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBXInxyPyo/TkxC173gErI/AAAAAAAAAeA/FLDXowO2yaI/s1600/P1210590.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa semana: &lt;/span&gt;Maça (colorama) + Amor Amor (lorena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unha curta, feia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4842466585396574188?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4842466585396574188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esmalte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4842466585396574188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4842466585396574188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esmalte.html' title='Esmalte'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBXInxyPyo/TkxC173gErI/AAAAAAAAAeA/FLDXowO2yaI/s72-c/P1210590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7364682523943540114</id><published>2011-08-17T19:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:32:35.312-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6TM1YZP0rY/Tkw_wkFkPoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BTtN6tkKaps/s400/dm%2B17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641954536741682818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Uma música que você gostaria que te dedicassem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8weZn3Vq3w/Tkw_wwOPXcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/vTyjnxXUrfE/s1600/17%2Bbruno%2Bjust.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes. Make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair. Falls perfectly without her trying. She's so beautiful. And I tell her every day. Yeah I know, I know. When I compliment her. She won't believe me. And it's so, it's so. Sad to think she don't see what I see. But every time she asks me do I look okay. I say. When I see your face. There's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause you're amazing.Just the way you are. And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause girl you're amazing. Just the way you are. Her lips, her lips. I could kiss them all day if she'd let me. Her laugh, her laugh. She hates but I think it's so sexy. She's so beautiful. And I tell her every day. Oh you know, you know, you know. I'd never ask you to change. If perfect is what you're searching for. Then just stay the same. So don't even bother asking.If you look okay. You know I'll say (...) Girl you're amazing Just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjhCEhWiKXk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7364682523943540114?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7364682523943540114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7364682523943540114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7364682523943540114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-17.html' title='Desafio Musical #17'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6TM1YZP0rY/Tkw_wkFkPoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BTtN6tkKaps/s72-c/dm%2B17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5037010774676488396</id><published>2011-08-17T16:11:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:42:33.612-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandra bullock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>A Proposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 287px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2009/06/thumbs/a_proposta_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/sandra-bullock-a23070/"&gt;&lt;big&gt;S&lt;/big&gt;andra Bullock&lt;/a&gt; é Margarett Tate, a  terrível chefe de uma editora, que vive tocando o terror com seus  funcionários. Quando a poderosíssima editora de livros Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;garet se vê diante da deportação para o seu país de origem, o Canadá,  a executiva de raciocínio rápido declara que na verdade está noiva de  seu desprevenido e injustiçado assistente Andrew (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/ryan-reynolds-a112363/"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/a&gt;), que  ela atormenta há anos. Ele concorda em participar da farsa, mas com  algumas condições. O casal viaja para o Alasca para conhecer a  excêntrica família dele e a "garota-da-cidade-sempre-no-controle" se vê  em diferentes situações cômicas. Com o casamento improvisado sendo  organizado e o oficial de imigração atrás deles, Margaret e Andrew  relutantemente seguem seu plano, apesar das consequências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 197px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpahpjFdfn1qdqlhzo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 197px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpahpjFdfn1qdqlhzo2_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É óbvio que A Proposta é um filme comum, mais uma das comédias românticas, o que faz o filme ganhar destaque é a forma como as típicas piadas grosseiras foram aniquiladas do roteiro, nos fazendo rir de situações realmente cômicas e não aqueles clichés hollywoodianos. No final das contas A Proposta é uma comédia romântica acima da média, com excelentes atuações e um elenco de apoio maravilhoso, e uma ótima fotografia. Eu particularmente adoreiii esse filme, já assisti 3 vezes e assistiria de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hHXOiaRtnzk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filme Dublado (online):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/L93O0GK93fa86f118963228f0b5a4a8debdb91e7"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/L93O0GK93fa86f118963228f0b5a4a8debdb91e7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5037010774676488396?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5037010774676488396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/sandra-bullock-e-margarett-tate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5037010774676488396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5037010774676488396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/sandra-bullock-e-margarett-tate.html' title='A Proposta'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hHXOiaRtnzk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-817093582013542223</id><published>2011-08-16T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:22:31.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_vPJwpMIEE/TkwCrmv1TbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pOA61Uqw_WA/s400/dm%2B16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641887381347192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Uma música para fazer algo que você não gosta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars - Lazy Song&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxonbcf1Hiw/TkwCsNWeNuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gBpNYPfII4w/s1600/16%2Bbruno%2Blazy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed. Don't feel like pickin up my phone. So leave a message at the tone. 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything. I'm gonna kick my feet up, then stare at the fan. Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants. Nobody's gonna tell me I can't. I'll be lounging on a couch, just chillin in my snuggie. Click to MTV so they can teach me how to Douggie, 'Cause in my castle I'm the freakin man. Ooooh. Yes I said it. I said it. I said it 'cause I can! Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed. Don't feel like pickin up my phone. So leave a message at the tone. 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything. (Nothing at all). Tomorrow I wake up. Do some P90x. Meet a really nice girl. Have some really nice sex. And she's gonna scream out this is great. (Oh my God, this is great). Yeeaah. I might mess around. And get my college degree, I bet my old man will be so proud of me. But sorry paps you'll just have to wait (...) Ooooh. No, I ain't gonna comb my hair. 'Cause I ain't going anywhere. No, no, no, no, no, I'll just strut in my birthday suit, And let everything hang loose Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fLexgOxsZu0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-817093582013542223?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/817093582013542223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/817093582013542223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/817093582013542223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-16.html' title='Desafio Musical #16'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_vPJwpMIEE/TkwCrmv1TbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pOA61Uqw_WA/s72-c/dm%2B16.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6274435685850896067</id><published>2011-08-15T20:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:21:10.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIglPx67P9o/TkNCkd35p0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/AFUdAQTFrv4/s400/dm%2B15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424352659810114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Uma música para beijar alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixpence None The Richer  - Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bR_6G_Hc6uE/TkNCkl11mII/AAAAAAAAAc0/A6Bj5xuDHlQ/s1600/15%2Bsix%2Bkiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bR_6G_Hc6uE/TkNCkl11mII/AAAAAAAAAc0/A6Bj5xuDHlQ/s400/15%2Bsix%2Bkiss.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424354798639234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, out of the bearded barley. Nightly,  beside the green,green grass. Swing,swing,swing the spinning step. You  wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. Oh, kiss me beneath the  milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand.  Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silver moon's  sparkling, so kiss me. Kiss me down by the broken tree house. Swing me  upon its hanging tire. Bring,bring,bring your flowered hat. We'll take  the trail marked on your father's map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3YcNzHOBmk8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6274435685850896067?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6274435685850896067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6274435685850896067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6274435685850896067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-15.html' title='Desafio Musical #15'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIglPx67P9o/TkNCkd35p0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/AFUdAQTFrv4/s72-c/dm%2B15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7076713955119134659</id><published>2011-08-15T16:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:47:20.005-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Infância...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo5_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 167px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo5_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 168px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo2_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo3_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 178px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo3_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo6_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 178px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo6_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 256px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo1_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo4_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 269px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpsfhf8KsC1qm8vmpo4_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que infância é essa onde as crianças só querem saber de ficar em frente a  um computador, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twittando&lt;/span&gt;, usando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; e outras redes sociais? Na  época em que eu era criança, a única preocupação que eu tinha era se ia  fazer sol no dia seguinte para poder sair na rua e brincar, a  preocupação das crianças de hoje são coisas fúteis como, se cair a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, o que fazer?! Nossas crianças desaprenderam brincar,  desaprenderam ser criança! Aposto que se perguntar pra qualquer criança  hoje o que é Balão Mágico ela não saberia responder! Agradeço por tudo o  que vivi na minha infância e principalmente por saber quem é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt; Bravo, Coragem o Cão Covarde, Tom e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt;… Por conhecer O  Fantástico Mundo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Funny&lt;/span&gt; e principalmente, por viver esse  momento em que tudo era simples, quando eu acordava de manhã, pegava a coberta e ia pro sofá assistir desenho, que realmente me faziam sorrir. Eu adoraria voltar a aquela época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7076713955119134659?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7076713955119134659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7076713955119134659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7076713955119134659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/infancia.html' title='Infância...'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2790004769356131012</id><published>2011-08-14T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:24:00.132-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9wpJf7OYAI/TkM9eWXzVHI/AAAAAAAAAck/8A0l3G7KRRI/s400/dm%2B14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639418750008775794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Uma música que lembre sua infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls - Wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFFHoagIQ1g/TkM9eOLdrgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o_sZ3jIAYYw/s1600/14%2Bspice%2Bwannabe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFFHoagIQ1g/TkM9eOLdrgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o_sZ3jIAYYw/s400/14%2Bspice%2Bwannabe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639418747809541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo I'll say you what I want, what I really really want. So tell me what you want, what you really really want. I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want. So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I wanna huh, I wanna huh, I wanna huh, I wanna huh, I wanna really really really wanna zig a zig ah. If you want my future, forget my past. If you wanna get with me, better make it fast. Now don't go wasting my precious time. Get your act together, we could be just fine. If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is. What do you think about that, now you know how I feel. Say you can handle my love, are you for real? I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try. If you really bug me, then I'll say goodbye. So here's a story from A to Z. You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully. We got Em in the place who likes it in your face. We got G like MC who likes it on an. Easy V doesn't come for free. She's a real lady! And as for me, ha you'll see. Slam your body down and wind it's all around (...)&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gJLIiF15wjQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2790004769356131012?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2790004769356131012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2790004769356131012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2790004769356131012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-14.html' title='Desafio Musical #14'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9wpJf7OYAI/TkM9eWXzVHI/AAAAAAAAAck/8A0l3G7KRRI/s72-c/dm%2B14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-371750082993821340</id><published>2011-08-13T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:37:00.923-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVOYnpKPhGs/TkM0DbWp6nI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ujw2ZyuRUWY/s400/dm%2B13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639408391885023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Uma música que te lembre de alguém que você ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Monday - 6 months&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8vGy11PjiY/TkM0DpSBuiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/keM7CuQBTDI/s1600/13%2Bhey%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8vGy11PjiY/TkM0DpSBuiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/keM7CuQBTDI/s400/13%2Bhey%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639408395623709218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're the direction I follow. To get home. When I feel like I can't go on. You tell me to go. And it's like I can't feel a thing. Without you around. And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees. Cause you have that effect on me. You do. Everything you say. Everytime we kiss I can't think straight. But I'm ok. And I can't think of anybody else. Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you. Months are going strong now, and all goodbye. Unconditional, unoriginal, always by my side. Meant to be together, meant for no one but each other. You love me, I love you harder, so (...) So please, give me your hand. So please, give me your lesson on how to steal. Steal a heart, as fast as you stole mine. As you stole mine. Everything you say. Everytime we kiss I can't think straight. But I'm ok. And I can't think of anybody else. Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you. So please, give me your hand. So please, just take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BI1eddzfHFc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&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/5025139783765027405-371750082993821340?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/371750082993821340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/371750082993821340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/371750082993821340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-13.html' title='Desafio Musical #13'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVOYnpKPhGs/TkM0DbWp6nI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ujw2ZyuRUWY/s72-c/dm%2B13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6579370287662586830</id><published>2011-08-12T19:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:39:54.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2g2OFIg-Xq0/TkMvrRfNAGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/A5dJpwoyprY/s400/dm%2B12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639403578873151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Uma música que te lembre de alguém que você já amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JzOCBndifNo/TkMvrQqSV5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JV3U2COUuJo/s1600/12%2Bthree%2Bhate.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Every time we lie awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;After every hit we take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Every feeling that I get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;But I haven't missed you yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Every roommate kept awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;By every sigh and scream we make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;All the feelings that I get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;But I still don't miss you yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Only when I stop to think about it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;I hate everything about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I love you...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;I hate everything about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Why do I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt; Only when I stop to think about you I know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Only when you stop to think about me do you know ...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;I hate everything about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Why do I love you...?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;You hate everything about me! Why do you love me?! I hate... you hate! I hate... you love me... I hate everything about you! Why do I love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d8ekz_CSBVg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6579370287662586830?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6579370287662586830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6579370287662586830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6579370287662586830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-12.html' title='Desafio Musical #12'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2g2OFIg-Xq0/TkMvrRfNAGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/A5dJpwoyprY/s72-c/dm%2B12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2141211970374583041</id><published>2011-08-12T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:38:53.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não tem o que fazer inventa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpt1ltiAYF1qfou6ao2_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpt1ltiAYF1qfou6ao2_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpt1ltiAYF1qfou6ao3_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpt1ltiAYF1qfou6ao3_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2141211970374583041?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2141211970374583041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem-nao-tem-o-que-fazer-inventa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2141211970374583041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2141211970374583041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem-nao-tem-o-que-fazer-inventa.html' title='Quem não tem o que fazer inventa'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-1133827418226920494</id><published>2011-08-11T20:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:42:49.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiLYiw8YXJQ/TkMrab3g43I/AAAAAAAAAbs/_8GRrfcHxXU/s400/dm%2B11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639398891555185522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Uma música da época que você concluiu a escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela Última Vez - NXZero&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb0rbvujMJI/TkMraczkgGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4uphnWl99Ds/s1600/11%2Bnx%2Bpela.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Não eu não vou te deixar ir embora assim. Nada vai funcionar sem você aqui. Mas algo me diz "meu mundo vai cair em pedaços". E quanto aos nossos planos? E todas as promessas? Agora é muito tarde pra tentar me desculpar. Eu sei que nada vai mudar mas tenho tanta coisa pra falar. Sobre você, sobre mim, sobre nós. Tente me ouvir agora. É pela última vez. É pela última vez eu. Quero que prometa. Todo o seu destino é meu. Agora o mundo me deixa sem defesa. Todos me olham, mas realmente ninguém vê. Ninguém vê que estou sozinho, agora tenho que esquecer. Você me deu muito mais do que palavras. Quando tudo não passava de ilusão. Eu nunca te agradeci por ser sempre assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-SyOKeDmf2c?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-1133827418226920494?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/1133827418226920494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1133827418226920494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1133827418226920494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-11.html' title='Desafio Musical #11'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiLYiw8YXJQ/TkMrab3g43I/AAAAAAAAAbs/_8GRrfcHxXU/s72-c/dm%2B11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3404994611492407352</id><published>2011-08-10T20:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:58:22.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como os Contos de Fadas Realmente Terminam:</title><content type='html'>Chapeuzinho Vermelho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 344px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1wnWYl71qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;A Bela Adormecida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1xoV8Ri1qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Branca de Neve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1w0zo0h1qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Cinderela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1vj5rIw1qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 473px; height: 640px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1z4qIqN1qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Jasmin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1yjIfdK1qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Ariel:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 447px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n1zq2Co61qadj8c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3404994611492407352?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3404994611492407352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-os-contos-de-fadas-realmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3404994611492407352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3404994611492407352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-os-contos-de-fadas-realmente.html' title='Como os Contos de Fadas Realmente Terminam:'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-900460928320408379</id><published>2011-08-10T17:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:51:34.705-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fvfYHSUyvs/TkLs4wrei8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/iTLMjUJMs7I/s400/dm%2B10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639330143305370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Uma música que te lembre da sua família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Legião Urbana - Pais e Filhos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ddawHFOtKU/TkLs43sX10I/AAAAAAAAAbk/1JGEG-i6VEQ/s1600/10%2Blegi%25C3%25A3o%2Bpais.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estátuas e cofres. E paredes pintadas. Ninguém sabe o que aconteceu. Ela se jogou da janela do quinto andar. Nada é fácil de entender. Dorme agora: É só o vento lá fora. Quero colo. Vou fugir de casa. Posso dormir aqui Com vocês? Estou com medo tive um pesadelo. Só vou voltar depois das três. Meu filho vai ter. Nome de santo. Quero o nome mais bonito. É preciso amar as pessoas Como se não houvesse amanhã. Porque se você parar pra pensar, Na verdade não há. Me diz por que o céu é azul. Me explica a grande fúria do mundo. São meus filhos que tomam conta de mim. Eu moro em qualquer lugar. Eu moro com a minha mãe. Mas meu pai vem me visitar. Eu moro na rua, não tenho ninguém. Eu moro em qualquer lugar. Já morei em tanta casa que nem me lembro mais. Eu moro com meus pais. Sou a gota d'água. Sou um grão de areia. Você me diz que seus pais não entendem. Mas você não entende seus pais.Você culpa seus pais por tudo. E isso é absurdo. São crianças como você. O que você vai ser quando você crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bvIMBVBRpJU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-900460928320408379?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/900460928320408379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/900460928320408379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/900460928320408379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-10.html' title='Desafio Musical #10'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fvfYHSUyvs/TkLs4wrei8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/iTLMjUJMs7I/s72-c/dm%2B10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-9107385765687151471</id><published>2011-08-10T16:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:17:12.967-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Esse é o inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loo4q5Hwv11qihchwo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Um frio de leve vem pra ficar. A brisa suave faz a árvore balançar. O vento sopra assobiando. O céu escuro vai ficando. As nuvens passam de mansinho. A chuva chega devagarinho. As pessoas correm abrindo guarda-chuvas. Vi um homem de casaco e uma mulher de luvas. É esse o inverno sorrateiro. Vem chegando e nem avisa primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Clarisse Pacheco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-9107385765687151471?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/9107385765687151471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esse-e-o-inverno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/9107385765687151471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/9107385765687151471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/esse-e-o-inverno.html' title='Esse é o inverno'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-971294891278373974</id><published>2011-08-10T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:05:06.624-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Sociedade</title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes você esquece que faz parte também da &lt;strong&gt;sociedade&lt;/strong&gt;, essa &lt;strong&gt;sociedade&lt;/strong&gt; de quem tanto falam mal. Mas de que adianta falar mal e não fazer algo para que mude&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Ficar sentado na frente do computador falando coisas que até mesmo podem ser inúteis é muito fácil, saía e mostre que a &lt;strong&gt;sociedade&lt;/strong&gt; pode&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mudar&lt;/em&gt;, se todos tomarem uma &lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;iniciativa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-971294891278373974?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/971294891278373974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/sociedade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/971294891278373974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/971294891278373974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/sociedade.html' title='Sociedade'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5945972718967548165</id><published>2011-08-09T19:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:12:54.438-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaaoNhFicFI/TkBqrGuMBPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1kyTO1jNmK4/s400/dm%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638624022239118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Uma música para dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla Ahn - Dream&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeVfYYFcLoM/TkBqq9fBPMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DQ659-N8U3M/s1600/9%2Bpriscilla%2Bdream.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green. I had a dream. That I could fly from the highest swing. I had a dream. Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep. I had a dream. That I could fly from the highest tree. I had a dream. Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave. I lived it full and I lived it well,&lt;br /&gt;there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing. I had a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MKfDwChOoHI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5945972718967548165?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5945972718967548165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5945972718967548165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5945972718967548165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-9.html' title='Desafio Musical #9'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaaoNhFicFI/TkBqrGuMBPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1kyTO1jNmK4/s72-c/dm%2B9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2068511200174301694</id><published>2011-08-09T18:36:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:29:15.820-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael cera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Scott Pilgrim vs The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WW99Ewo9bGM/TkGoc4-1MsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4T6fN0IAdVw/s1600/tumblr_lk83lkmzka1qir874o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Filme já começa muito bem, a abertura da Universal apresentada em uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caracterização&lt;/span&gt; visual e  sonora de 8 bits já deixa claro do que se trata Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pilgrim&lt;/span&gt; Contra o  Mundo. O filme é uma adaptação das histórias em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quadrinhos&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;  O’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malley&lt;/span&gt;, onde música, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;videogame&lt;/span&gt; e muitos outros elementos da Cultura  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pop&lt;/span&gt; estão presentes por toda parte na vida do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;protagonista&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;p&gt;Na trama, Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pilgrim&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/michael-cera-a129/"&gt;Michael Cera&lt;/a&gt;) é um jovem canadense de 22  anos, desempregado e que leva uma vida que considera preciosa, sem  muitas pretensões, dando o maior foco à sua banda que não faz sucesso,  os chamados &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Omb&lt;/span&gt;. Um dia conhece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ramona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/mary-elizabeth-winstead-a14447/"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Winstead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), garota que aparece em seu sonho, e por quem se apaixona  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;instantaneamente&lt;/span&gt;. Resolve então convidá-la para sair, mas ainda se  encontra amarrado a um relacionamento com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Knives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/ellen-wong-a162931/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), uma  colegial de 17 anos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scott não descobre muito sobre a misteriosa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ramona&lt;/span&gt; em seu primeiro encontro, e  tenta fazer com que a história entre os dois não passe de uma noite.  Logo ele se torna vítima da Liga dos 7 Ex Namorados do Mal da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ramona&lt;/span&gt;, e  descobre que se ele quiser mesmo ficar junto dela, precisará enfrentar  todos os obstáculos e derrotar cada um de seus ex namorados. Não é  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coincidência&lt;/span&gt; isso ser semelhante a um jogo onde o herói precisa  enfrentar desafios a cada nível para conseguir o que almeja. Cada um dos  combates que Scott precisa vencer é rico em detalhes e elementos  clássicos facilmente reconhecidos dos clássicos games. Um bom exemplo  disso é que os  inimigos se tornam moedas ao serem derrotados, além das  vidas extras, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;combos&lt;/span&gt; especiais, entre outros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ao transportar as páginas dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;quadrinhos&lt;/span&gt; para a tela, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;diretor&lt;/span&gt; e  roteirista Edgar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Wright&lt;/span&gt; recria com extrema fidelidade várias cenas, ele também faz ao seu  próprio modo, com alguns cortes e modificações para a que história  originalmente em seis volumes possa ser contada em um único filme. Ainda  assim, não se esquecendo do espírito que deve ser mantido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na edição foram acrescentadas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;onomatopéias&lt;/span&gt; em  diversos momentos, enaltecendo tais referências, além de efeitos  sonoros. Tudo isso em maior evidência nas cenas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;, únicas e muito  bem realizadas, onde Michael Cera consegue convencer lutando, além de  incorporar bem a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt; “sem noção” do personagem. É um universo bastante humano em que o nosso herói lida com as  complicações de relacionamentos amorosos e a pressão do compromisso com  sua banda, mas também bastante épico, com a magia das referências à  Cultura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pop&lt;/span&gt;. Tudo isso juntamente com um humor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;. É um filme engraçado e gostoso de assistir, vale muito a pena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Poster&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/892ec92d70287df2228424dc280a9df8_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 316px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/892ec92d70287df2228424dc280a9df8_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/4989ba3fa18525cdb5d5fff63d93a5a0_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 317px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/4989ba3fa18525cdb5d5fff63d93a5a0_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/a320e2b17f87fc06eddab1fd9e160968_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 314px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/a320e2b17f87fc06eddab1fd9e160968_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/e41bc400b8d05026ea37a37f90d46f72_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 314px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/e41bc400b8d05026ea37a37f90d46f72_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/abc168ed515aecff63ef4e7f84751623_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/abc168ed515aecff63ef4e7f84751623_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/bbf10b1a9a18be5a01256cb4361ca0c2_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 321px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/bbf10b1a9a18be5a01256cb4361ca0c2_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/3920b38cac7ea235fec074a4a214149c_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 317px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/06/thumbs/3920b38cac7ea235fec074a4a214149c_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/02/thumbs/600d96d8cee520f2407dcfe333cb200d_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 317px;" src="http://cdn.fstatic.com/public/movies/covers/2011/02/thumbs/600d96d8cee520f2407dcfe333cb200d_jpg_290x478_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Trailler&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nKsGhF31oA8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;legendado&lt;/span&gt;) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/YLCBXMP2e3e7f2eb027e37483a3f76ce6b87ef85"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/YLCBXMP2e3e7f2eb027e37483a3f76ce6b87ef85" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;(dica: após os 72 minutos o filme irá parar, é só você desligar o modem e ligar, dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; no filme e voltar nos 72 em que tinha parado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2068511200174301694?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2068511200174301694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/scott-pilgrim-vs-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2068511200174301694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2068511200174301694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/scott-pilgrim-vs-world.html' title='Scott Pilgrim vs The World'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WW99Ewo9bGM/TkGoc4-1MsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4T6fN0IAdVw/s72-c/tumblr_lk83lkmzka1qir874o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8854952333353114294</id><published>2011-08-08T19:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:56:37.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automatic loveletter'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLjyBWtnuZg/TkBmN040GMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SE1foE3PfXw/s400/dm%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638619121189132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Uma música que você saiba a letra toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Loveletter - Make Up Smeared Eyes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYNysUuWCzs/TkBoD65J_nI/AAAAAAAAAa8/fOYoJi9Mq5A/s1600/8%2Bautomatic%2Bmake.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Left your t-shirt in my room. Still smells of you. And the picture you hung on the door. Lay smashed, picture perfect. Explains now. Clearly nothing left but a memory. We only made out. You never kissed me. That's how I learned to hold back all feeling. Wait, please don't go. I won't stay. All these words on replay. I'm okay. It's all right. Good to know that you're fine. Pretending everything is right to make it better. I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes. To show that I'm fine. Some how you have managed to get under my skin. More than anyone ever did. And if every hole makes a scar. And every scar marks its place. Then I will never live freely without your trace. And it'll never be fair. I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared. So I'll forget you. I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow. And cut you out of pictures. This drama sat shotgun. My eyes rained like autumn. Only the glove box knows how the story goes. Now that this bandage is broken. And the cuts left in open. I'll tell you just one thing. This wasn't worth the sting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uAPyutYlHt0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-8854952333353114294?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8854952333353114294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8854952333353114294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8854952333353114294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-8.html' title='Desafio Musical #8'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLjyBWtnuZg/TkBmN040GMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SE1foE3PfXw/s72-c/dm%2B8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3215593566914498751</id><published>2011-08-07T19:50:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:24:09.843-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receitas'/><title type='text'>Panqueca Americana</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquelas panquecas que você vê o pessoal americano comendo nos filmes? Faz um tempinho que eu aprendi a fazer essa panqueca e resolvi postar aqui, ela não ficou tão bonita, mas garanto que ficou muito gostosa &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_P9zLScuL1c/Tj8X51KAvLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/r3cFfbhvbSU/s400/kao_regular.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 580px; height: 435px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4EXXe8anLo/Tj8Wx0bJl8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Nib4w22I8sg/s1600/P1070551.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;section id="ingredients"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/4 xícara de trigo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de sopa de fermento em pó&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de sopa de açúcar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 colher de sobremesa de sal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 ovo batido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/4 xícara de leite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de sopa de manteiga derretida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misturar o ovo, leite,manteiga e juntar com os ingredientes secos  peneirados, mexendo apenas para umedecer a farinha. A massa deve ficar  grossa. Jogue as colheradas numa frigideira  quente e frite dos dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servir com geléias, melado ou manteiga. E frutas a gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser pode colocar também queijo ralado na massa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTHm72etIvY/Tj8YmHNFxxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G4JfYlgeKq8/s1600/clock.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/section&gt;10 porções&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3215593566914498751?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3215593566914498751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/panqueca-americana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3215593566914498751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3215593566914498751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/panqueca-americana.html' title='Panqueca Americana'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_P9zLScuL1c/Tj8X51KAvLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/r3cFfbhvbSU/s72-c/kao_regular.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6454157238556247474</id><published>2011-08-07T19:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:24:47.516-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGtvq8mhJ1o/Tj0vV_jy0FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MQWvubr0QFE/s400/dm%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637714363423051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Uma música que te faça dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lady Gaga - StarStruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwRCiEISvxY/Tj0vWItaBJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tSu6PfrU-6o/s1600/7%2Bgaga%2Bstar.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groove slam work it back. Filter that baby bump that track. Groove slam work it back. Filter that baby bump that track. Groove slam work it back. Space Cowboy just play that track. Gaga in the room so starstruck. cherry cherry cherry cherry boom boom. Rollin up to the club on the weekend. Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin. Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin' blow my heart up. Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader. Run it back with original flavor. Queue me up on the twelve on your table. I'm so starstruck So Starstruck,(Struck) Baby could you blow my heart up. Baby now that we're alone, got a request. Would you make me number one on your playlist. Got your dirty headphones. With the left side on. Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth uhuh. Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader. Run it back with your original flavor. Put the beat down first.. Up into the chorus to the verse (Fricka Fricka Reverse) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Flo Rida]: Hey Lil Mama. Really, really, is that him? I have seen him before. When she got all them big rims. Give to that cash flow. My family they on trips. Shawty say hands up with. Your signature right here. Like I just a Dali Lai. And I'm supposed to sign. How she had it automatic.And I think it's goin' down. She so starstuck. The gal all struck. Aw----i had an overdose. Too many strarbucks. Ain't never seen a baller. Paper that stack taller. So let that top back on. That chevy impala. I'm having all that. Fully loaded with two starters. What did you call that. When your shawty win two dollars. But that's another chapter. So I'm a banchelor. How now me just. Spotted a baby actor. More free swagger. Bet on that dagger. Got what she want. Shawty happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so Starstruck, (Struck) Baby could you blow my heart up. Groove slam work it back. Filter that baby bump that track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xz5SY4zVOSA?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6454157238556247474?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6454157238556247474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6454157238556247474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6454157238556247474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-7.html' title='Desafio Musical #7'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGtvq8mhJ1o/Tj0vV_jy0FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MQWvubr0QFE/s72-c/dm%2B7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6566288145530770209</id><published>2011-08-07T19:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:14:42.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>O Google também faz conta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://google.com.br"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 195px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkngsaOALS1qi730no1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sim, isso mesmo, o &lt;a href="http://google.com.br/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; faz contas.  é só você digitar a conta que ele te da o resultado &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 21px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCHQmdwMEnk/Tj8NrSNP0kI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KYRoEzEJpKU/s400/kao_wink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638240295764087362" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-6566288145530770209?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6566288145530770209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-google-tambem-faz-conta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6566288145530770209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6566288145530770209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-google-tambem-faz-conta.html' title='O Google também faz conta'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCHQmdwMEnk/Tj8NrSNP0kI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KYRoEzEJpKU/s72-c/kao_wink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7602040899422648300</id><published>2011-08-06T20:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:55:21.931-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAuMnWP5EhQ/TjoHL2fl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hrWeiQRnDAI/s400/dm%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636825783795576210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Uma música para fazer strip-tease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cocker - You Can Leave Your Hat On&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_-hIcskCc/TjoHL_HSMbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QA3TblSpPVU/s1600/6%2Bjoe%2Bcocker%2Byou.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Baby take off your coat. Real slow. And take off your shoes. I'll take your shoes. Baby take off your dress. Yes yes yes You can leave your hat on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Go on over there. Turn on the light. No all the lights. Come over here. Stand on this chair. That's right. Raise your arms up to the air. Now shake 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;You give me a reason to live Sweet darling. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;ou can leave your hat on Feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Suspicious minds a talkin'. Try'n' to tear us apart. They don't believe. In this love of mine. They don't know I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;I know what love is Sweet darling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt; You can leave your hat on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PMTu86K-IhI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-7602040899422648300?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7602040899422648300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7602040899422648300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7602040899422648300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-6.html' title='Desafio Musical #6'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAuMnWP5EhQ/TjoHL2fl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hrWeiQRnDAI/s72-c/dm%2B6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7891358240297655262</id><published>2011-08-06T08:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:35:04.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Livre Arbitrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 542px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n-KcFbV7M8/Tj0qoSaYfII/AAAAAAAAAZc/TguULHxZygI/s1600/your.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Os acontecimentos têm apenas e tão somente o valor e o significado que se der a eles. Somos nós que escolhemos o significado que cada coisa merece. O  poder de dar ou tirar o significado de pessoas, acontecimentos ou  coisas em nossas vidas, nos dá uma imensa responsabilidade sobre o que  nos afeta, o que nos deixa felizes e alegres, tristes e deprimidos. Precisamos despertar e assumir a responsabilidade por nossas emoções, comportamentos e resultados. Assim, temos um grande Poder de Escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Podemos dar o rumo que quisermos para nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Determinamos nossa vontade e utilizaremos ela da maneira que vier melhor nos beneficiar. E de vez enquando essa responsabilidade que vem junto com o poder de escolha assusta não é mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5025139783765027405-7891358240297655262?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7891358240297655262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/livre-arbitrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7891358240297655262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7891358240297655262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/livre-arbitrio.html' title='Livre Arbitrio'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n-KcFbV7M8/Tj0qoSaYfII/AAAAAAAAAZc/TguULHxZygI/s72-c/your.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-351216247498230543</id><published>2011-08-05T23:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:16:36.754-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL_UQghS5y0/TjoC5lpIIeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ZbU9lW0ZM8/s1600/dm%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL_UQghS5y0/TjoC5lpIIeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ZbU9lW0ZM8/s400/dm%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636821071988007394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Uma música do último show que você foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - What the Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd2F7wdhlE0/TjoC5akZAeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cXuqLlck2fk/s1600/5%2BAvril%2Bwhat.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;You say that I'm messing with your head. All 'cause I was making out with your friend. Love hurts whether it's right or wrong, I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun. You're on your knees begging please, stay with me. But honestly I just need to be a little crazy. All my life I've been good, but now. Ah, I'm thinking "what the hell". All I want is to mess around. And I don't really care about. If you love me, if you hate me. You can't save me, baby, baby. All my life I've been good, but now. Whoa, what the hell. What? What? What? What the hell? So what if I go out on a million dates. You never call or listen to me anyway. I'd rather rage than sit around and wait all day. Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;You say that I'm messing with your head, boy I like messing in your bed. Yeah, I'm messing with your head. When I'm messing with you in bed. All my life I've been good, but now Ah, I'm thinking "what the hell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tQmEd_UeeIk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&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/5025139783765027405-351216247498230543?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/351216247498230543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/351216247498230543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/351216247498230543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-5.html' title='Desafio Musical #5'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL_UQghS5y0/TjoC5lpIIeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ZbU9lW0ZM8/s72-c/dm%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8376063248041299767</id><published>2011-08-04T22:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:48:24.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaJ-GZf-a6U/Tjn7gQFU02I/AAAAAAAAAWk/SjW9lMnCDPM/s400/dm%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636812940122575714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Uma música do primeiro show que você foi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJKYyie7UXo/Tjn7XU2yMWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1zLh8LcBCzA/s1600/4%2BAvril%2Bhappy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Let's talk this over. It's not like we're dead Was it something I did? Was it something you said? Don't leave me hanging In a city so dead. Held up so high. On such a breakable thread. You were all the things I thought I knew. And I thought we could be. You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. All of our memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending. You've got your dumb friends. I know what they say. They tell you I'm difficult. But so are they. But they don't know me. Do they even know you? All the things you hide from me. All the shit that you do. You were all the things I thought I knew. And I thought we could be. It's nice to know that you were there. Thanks for acting like you care And making me feel like I was the only one. It's nice to know we had it all. Thanks for watching as I fall. And letting me know we were done. He was everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. All of our memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s8QYxmpuyxg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8376063248041299767?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8376063248041299767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8376063248041299767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8376063248041299767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-4.html' title='Desafio Musical #4'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaJ-GZf-a6U/Tjn7gQFU02I/AAAAAAAAAWk/SjW9lMnCDPM/s72-c/dm%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-454589044868117816</id><published>2011-08-04T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:44:48.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>A transformação dos artistas</title><content type='html'>Uma listinha dos atores que precisaram se transformar para fazer um filme... 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 403px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kapHAPHTxE/TjtgTIJ_4xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/kiBqnIFXujQ/s1600/ralph%2Bhp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtI_T7qtviU/TjtgTR6sjdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rj-XtlX6k2A/s1600/robert.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 412px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtI_T7qtviU/TjtgTR6sjdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rj-XtlX6k2A/s1600/robert.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoUcmoL9GmY/TjtgTnIgt2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IaDtLHs3eVw/s1600/robin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 552px; height: 417px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoUcmoL9GmY/TjtgTnIgt2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IaDtLHs3eVw/s1600/robin.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EE7U7Gscy6Q/TjtgT5Dev_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/f1YvPHI0fYU/s1600/tom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 463px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qreqpfuxT9s/TjtkTp2OfWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nRZ0W5IywGg/s1600/depp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HKto3hL9Sk/TjtfSQICmLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fVbOeogVpt4/s1600/brad.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVgk1KEVwOM/TjtfTsxu51I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hZrq_M85s1o/s1600/jared.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-454589044868117816?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/454589044868117816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/transformacao-dos-artistas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/454589044868117816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/454589044868117816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/transformacao-dos-artistas.html' title='A transformação dos artistas'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVgk1KEVwOM/TjtfTsxu51I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hZrq_M85s1o/s72-c/jared.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8025386597414044143</id><published>2011-08-03T22:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:36:35.648-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWOq9ovn7F8/Tjn0QvSeUEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6RDYuMBCohw/s400/dm%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636804977039921218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Uma música que lembre um exnamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Why&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ly6N1fxmaU/Tjn0QcDdOiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fmLvIdEodk4/s1600/3%2BAvril%2BWhy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Why, do you always do this to me? Why, couldn't you just see it through me? How come, you act like this. Like you just don't care at all. Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall? I can feel I can feel you near me, even though you're far away, I can feel, I can feel you baby, why... It's not supposed to feel this way. I need you, I need you, more and more each day. It´s not supposed to hurt this way. I need you, I need you, I need you. Tell me, are you and me still together? Tell me, do you think we could last forever? Tell me, why. Hey, listen to what we're not saying Let's play, a different game than what we're playing. Try, to look at me and really see my heart. Do you expect me to believe I'm gonna let us fall apart? I can feel I can feel you near me, even when you're far away. I can feel, I can feel you baby, why... So go and think about whatever you need to think about. Go ahead and dream about whatever you need to dream about. And come back to me when you know just how you feel, you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QILu0-tzS-o?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0"  height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-8025386597414044143?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8025386597414044143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8025386597414044143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8025386597414044143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-3.html' title='Desafio Musical #3'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWOq9ovn7F8/Tjn0QvSeUEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6RDYuMBCohw/s72-c/dm%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8115283372011792731</id><published>2011-08-02T22:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:37:54.481-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogspot.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnm7bqb3aRg/Tjd7DF_suTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/78ZqUDAdlNs/s400/dm%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636108751756638514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Uma musica que te faça rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Léo Canhoto e Robertinho - O Homem Mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWqprelvhn8/TjeErD7lHNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XXgNb1U26oo/s1600/2%2BLeo%2BCanhoto%2B%2526%2BRobertinho.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogspot.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWqprelvhn8/TjeErD7lHNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XXgNb1U26oo/s1600/2%2BLeo%2BCanhoto%2B%2526%2BRobertinho.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atenção crianças, não fiquem na rua! O terrível Homem Mau esta ali no bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o homem mau, eu sou mau, mau mesmo. Vendeiro traz cachaça com farinha pra todos. Vamos logo, Mistura esse negocio ai, é pra todo mundo beber. Onde vai moço?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu vou indo embora, eu nunca bebi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E nem vai beber. E você ai, como é seu nome?&lt;br /&gt;- Meu nome é Pedro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Era Pedro, agora é Defunto.Hahahahaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sua cara muito feia dava medo até de ver&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrava na cidade dava tiros pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha nenhum amigo, só vivia pra matar&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez numa vendinha veja o que foi se passar:&lt;/blockquote&gt; - Quem é o dono dessa porcaria aqui?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou eu, senhor&lt;br /&gt;- Então, ta dormindo? Traz Wisky logo.&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem Wisky.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que eu bebo então?&lt;br /&gt;- Bebe leite!&lt;br /&gt;- Quem bebe leite é bezerro!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiro)&lt;/span&gt; Toma!Aprenda a respeitar o homem mau. E essa mulher de quem é?&lt;br /&gt;- Essa mulher é minha!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Era sua, agora é minha! Hahahahahahahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certa vez mais um bandido apareceu no povoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pra matar o Homem Mau ele veio contratado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O Homem Mau falou pra ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você veio me matar! A madeira do caixão você já pode encomendar. Então você veio me matar não é?Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o famoso Billy Gancho porque?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pronto. Era Billy Gancho, agora é Defunto Gancho. Hahahahahahahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Todos tem seu dia certo, todos tem seu fim marcado&lt;br /&gt;Pra acabar com o Homem Mau veio de longe um delegado&lt;br /&gt;Os dois homens frente a frente lá na rua se encontraram&lt;br /&gt;O Homem Mau e o delegado desse jeito conversaram&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Então você é o delegado que veio acabar comigo?Qual é o seu nome delegado?&lt;br /&gt;- Meu nome é JUSTIÇA. Você está preso Homem Mau.&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahahahahahaaaaaa...Quem é você para me prender delegado?Fique sabendo que eu sou o Homem Mau, Mau.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É você era o Homem Mau, agora é Defunto Mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;A justiça sempre vence&lt;br /&gt;Terminou aquela intriga&lt;br /&gt;O Homem Mau amanheceu com a boca cheia de formiga&lt;br /&gt;Lá na sua sepultura escreveram com desdenho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;"O Homem Mau morreu deitado e não faz falta pra ninguém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A6V2a4QKXuU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0"  height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5025139783765027405-8115283372011792731?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8115283372011792731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8115283372011792731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8115283372011792731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical-2.html' title='Desafio Musical #2'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnm7bqb3aRg/Tjd7DF_suTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/78ZqUDAdlNs/s72-c/dm%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-919385398336869504</id><published>2011-08-02T00:17:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:56:44.314-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>17/07/2011 Filme HP7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQ_G34dAZQ/TjdsX0DHKjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lrP3GCwkUc8/s1600/joanaemyharrypotter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQ_G34dAZQ/TjdsX0DHKjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lrP3GCwkUc8/s1600/joanaemyharrypotter.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tá um pouco atrasado esse post, mas a intenção é que vale &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 24px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzOPsegSqw/TjdzWyiFqyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Mxzjw3X8SDo/s400/kao_sweat.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636100294036532002" border="0" /&gt;. Na foto Eu e a Joana (minha melhor melhor amiga) depois do filme Harry Potter e as Reliquias da Morte pt 2. Desde o primeiro filme que eu vou no cinema assistir, e desde de o segundo que eu vou com a Joana. No primeiro nós tinhamos 11 anos e agora 21, esses 10 anos foram muito bons. Eu poderia ficar aqui escrevendo o quanto eu amo HP, e o quanto vai fazer falta na minha vida, mas eu não vou. Pois a magia não acabou, ela continua em nossos corações. E agora tem o &lt;a href="http://pottermore.com/"&gt;PotterMore &lt;/a&gt;também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pottermore.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 69px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgNdBci5LoE/Tjdxd9VR_EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JnDVDLK7Nsw/s400/pottermore-logo-lrg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636098218171432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pra quem não sabe o PotterMore vai ser&lt;span&gt;  uma experiência de leitura on-line exclusivo criado por JK Rowling e  construído em torno dos livros de Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;  Os usuários poderão partilhar e participar nas histórias, e descobrir informações adicionais sobre o mundo  de Harry Potter a partir da própria autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Pottermore estará disponível em beta para um grupo selecionado de  usuários.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt; No entanto, todos poderão se registar para descobrir se eles são mágicos, o lançamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;para o publico será em Outubro de 2011.Aqueles  de que gostariam de ter a chance de ganhar acesso antecipado a  Pottermore deve encontrar o Quill Mágico e então submeter os seus dados  de inscrição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt; Cada dia, a partir de 31 Julho - 6 Agosto, uma pista será revelada no site.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; Quem resolver a pista será levado para o Quill Mágico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O Quill Mágico detecta o nascimento de crianças mágicas e escreve seu nome em um livro grande &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;que a professora Mcgonagall confere todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;  Para saber se seu nome está no livro, você precisa encontrar o   Quill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; e depois enviar informação do seu registro na Pottermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Serão apenas 7 dias e 7 Quill Mágicos, depois a inscrição só será aberta em Outubro. Eu já encontrei um Quill Magico, me registrei e fui para o livro junto aos nomes de Harry, Rony, Hermione, Neville, Luna, e outros. Mas como a quantidade de pessoas é muito grande ainda vou ter que esperar alguns dias pra conseguir acessar a conta. Mas é melhor esperar dias do que meses né... Dedos cruzados agora, beijos e boa sorte pra quem for se inscrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 13px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdmQ6NVtC64/TjdzW9GGkdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hR2gL_SA9-k/s400/kao_kiss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636100296871940562" border="0" /&gt; xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5025139783765027405-919385398336869504?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/919385398336869504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/17072011-filme-hp7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/919385398336869504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/919385398336869504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/17072011-filme-hp7.html' title='17/07/2011 Filme HP7'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQ_G34dAZQ/TjdsX0DHKjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lrP3GCwkUc8/s72-c/joanaemyharrypotter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-3574087698077627408</id><published>2011-08-01T01:43:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:40:04.885-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cds2TVpOZVM/TjZJhmHRaaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GkEekYe-lwQ/s400/dm%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635772825216313762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Uma música que comece com a letra do seu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gloria - É só você lembrar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4wpxAm4YtU/TjZFep2SbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OVLOWk8K284/s1600/gloria%2B01.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Quando a luz apagar eu vou encontrar o caminho pra nós dois. Tanto medo eu senti, muitas coisas eu vi passar hoje me arrependo do que eu não fiz, mas eu vou tentar continuar. Sempre que ouvir a minha voz você vai pensar em tudo aquilo que a gente já viveu, em toda a foto que você olhar eu vou estar, ninguém vai tomar o meu lugar.&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt; Quando a luz apagar eu vou encontrar o caminho pra nós dois. Se alguém te disser que eu não vou voltar é só você lembrar, é só você lembrar. Sei que sou mais forte a cada vez, mas ainda sei o meu lugar, e eu vivo cada dia como se fosse a última vez. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Nem todas as canções vão dizer o que eu sinto por você. Mas a nossa história eu sei que é pra sempre, é só você lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BGJjTYqex2s?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="530"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-3574087698077627408?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/3574087698077627408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3574087698077627408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/3574087698077627408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/desafio-musical.html' title='Desafio Musical #1'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cds2TVpOZVM/TjZJhmHRaaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GkEekYe-lwQ/s72-c/dm%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7521819815277313465</id><published>2011-08-01T00:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:29:43.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Olá Agosto :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 205px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp79tfZ9ID1qa6w0to1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E chega Agosto, com ele a volta às aulas, inicio de estágio, continução do estágio no hospital  psiquiatrico, novas matérias, provas e todo aquele drama da faculdade (incluindo coisas boas e ruins). Eu não tenho nada planejado pra agosto, mas espero que ele me surpreenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava no &lt;a href="http://emelynramona.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; (como sempre) e vi um desafio musical e resolvi fazer, ele é um tanto quanto grande, mas vai ser legal. Funciona assim, para cada item da lista, você escolhe uma música. Você  pode comentar alguma coisa sobre a música, escolher uma frase dela que  te agrade, postar um vídeo, postar o áudio, só postar o nome da música..  o que você quiser fazer. Eu vou começar no próximo post pra ficar separado, não garanto seguir todos os dias, (quase nunca termino o que eu começo) mas vou tentar. Se alguém quiser fazer também ai vai a lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desafio Musical: 175 dias de música!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que comece com a letra do seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te faça rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Uma música que te lembre de algum ex-namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música do primeiro show que você foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música do último show que você foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para fazer um strip-tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te faça dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você saiba a letra toda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre da sua família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música da época que você concluiu a escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre de alguém que você já amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre de alguém que você ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que lembre sua infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para beijar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para fazer algo que você não gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gostaria que te dedicassem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que lembre seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que lembra alguém especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te descreva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que lembre sua adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te deixa feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te deixa triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te faça sentir confiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para quando você se sente sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você ame a letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você ache a letra ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para ouvir no volume máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música da trilha sonora de um filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música da trilha sonora de uma novela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de um desenho animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de um seriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt; Um jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você adora cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para se arrumar para a noitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música pra ouvir na noitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você ouviria agora/ou esta ouvindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música brega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de pagode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de forró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música de axé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. &lt;/span&gt;Uma de música de rock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música de reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música sertaneja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de reggaeton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te dá medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música cover que você gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para cantar quando se está bêbado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para dor de cotovelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para dar o pé na bunda de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para declarar seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para soltar a franga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre a sua mais recente paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gosta, mas tem vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você acha que consegue cantar bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que seus pais ouviam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gostaria que seu filho ouvisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você cantaria pro seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você demorou aprender cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você aprendeu a gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que faça paródia de outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. &lt;/span&gt;Uma versão acústica de uma música que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música cuja regravação é melhor que a versão original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você goste numa língua que você não fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gostaria de ouvir num show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que tocou no melhor show da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te lembre do seu primeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música estrangeira que tem uma boa versão em português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que lembre uma viagem que você tenha feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para viajar de carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música mundialmente famosa que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música de um artista desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de um artista que você tenha descoberto há pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música lado B de um artista famoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gosta, mas não aguenta mais ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música legal, ou pelo menos não tão ruim, do artista que você odeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para falar mal de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música atual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você gostaria de dedicar a alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de um dueto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música muito antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música com um clipe engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música fofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que lembre um evento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89.&lt;/span&gt; Um medley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música do primeiro cd que você comprou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música do último cd que você comprou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música com sample de outra música e a música de onde esse sample foi retirado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para o seu primeiro beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para sua primeira “vez”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. &lt;/span&gt;A primeira música que vier na sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música estrangeira que te lembre do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que tenha marcado algum ano da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te deprima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você acha a letra ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música com título complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te lembra de uma cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;102.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te acalme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;103. &lt;/span&gt;Um remix que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;104. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você desafina tentando cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;105.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música irritante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;106.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você curte, mas a maior parte das pessoas não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;107. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você considera longa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;108.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você considera curta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;109.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música com um clipe que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para se exercitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;111. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que tenha haver com o feriado mais próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;112. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música lenta para dançar a dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;113. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música agitada para dançar a dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;114.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de uma banda de um sucesso só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;115.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;116.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para o fim de um relacionamento amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;117. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para o início de um relacionamento amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;118. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te traga memórias boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te traga memórias ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que fale de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;121.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que fale de ciúme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;122. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para quando você está com raiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;123.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre de algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;124. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para ouvir na praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;125. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;126.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembra de comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;127. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para ouvir na chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;128. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você tenha conhecido recentemente e gostado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;129.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você ouviu ao vivo e gostou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;130. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te lembre de um amigo específico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;131. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você quer que toque no seu funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;132. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você quer que toque no seu casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;133.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te dá saudade de uma época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;134. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música lado-b de um artista que você curta muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;135. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música recente de um artista que você curta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;136.&lt;/span&gt; Uma versão acústica de uma música que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;137.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembre de uma festa que você foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;138. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música você tenha vergonha de gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;139.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que alguém tenha te apresentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;140.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você odiava e hoje gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;141. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que merecia um clipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;142. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te anima quando você esta deprimido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;143. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música folclórica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;144.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para conquistar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que seja abertura de algum programa de televisão que você goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;146. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que o clipe te faça chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;147.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para o inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;148.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para o verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;149. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para o outono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;150.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;151.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que você saiba a coreografia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;152. &lt;/span&gt;Um sucesso dos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;153. &lt;/span&gt;Um sucesso dos anos 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;154.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que te lembra de sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;155. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você ficou obcecada por causa do clipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;156. &lt;/span&gt;A música com um dos seus solos preferidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;157. &lt;/span&gt;A música que mais marcou o último ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;158. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música com um número no nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;159.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música repetitiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;160. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que você queria ter feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;161.&lt;/span&gt; A música mais tocada no seu celular/ipod/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;162. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para dedicar a um inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;163.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música de um artista solo que saiu de uma banda que você gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;164. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que te conecta a uma pessoa importante na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;165.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música para cantar no chuveiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;166. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música para dançar no seu casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;167. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que alguém cantou para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;168. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que já te ouviram cantando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;169. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música que poderia ser o tema de um Programa de Tv sobre a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170.&lt;/span&gt; A última música que você ouviu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;171.&lt;/span&gt; A primeira música em ordem alfabética do seu player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;172.&lt;/span&gt; A última música em ordem alfabética do seu player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;173. &lt;/span&gt;Sua música favorita nessa época no ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;174.&lt;/span&gt; Uma música que merece ser postada, mas não conseguiu entrar na lista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;175. &lt;/span&gt;Uma música de despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande a lista né &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 21px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plXNvb4FvRg/TjYpyAx0OfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bptRiYamd9g/s1600/kao_sick.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Mas vamos que vamos &lt;small&gt;(aosdpaoskdaposkdpoa)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-7521819815277313465?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7521819815277313465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/ola-agosto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7521819815277313465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7521819815277313465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/08/ola-agosto.html' title='Olá Agosto :)'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plXNvb4FvRg/TjYpyAx0OfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bptRiYamd9g/s72-c/kao_sick.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4527781256713828184</id><published>2011-07-31T06:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:10:31.929-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.K Rowling'/><title type='text'>31/07 Happy Birthday Harry and J.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 583px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp6ec32wri1qh33kso1_500.gif" alt="" 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/5025139783765027405-4527781256713828184?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4527781256713828184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/3107-happy-birthday-harry-and-jk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4527781256713828184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4527781256713828184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/3107-happy-birthday-harry-and-jk.html' title='31/07 Happy Birthday Harry and J.K'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2817049376585571463</id><published>2011-07-29T03:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T04:03:45.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pc siqueira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beto siqueira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Faço das palavras do PC e do Beto as minhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emelynramona.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 329px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnk0uiVhuJ1qj9r9vo1_r1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;strong&gt;@pecesiqueira -&lt;/strong&gt; O bullying derrepente virou moda e todo mundo é vítima de bullying agora. Os caras é zuado…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@betosiqueira - &lt;/strong&gt;Falou mal é bullying.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@pecesiqueira - &lt;/strong&gt;Você falou mal é bullying mano. As pessoas não podem mais ser criticadas que é bullying. &lt;strong&gt;Tem uma diferença entre ser criticado:&lt;/strong&gt;  alguém falar que você é feio, que você é tosco ou sei la, te chamar de   babaca ou qualquer outra coisa que faz você aprender lições de vida. &lt;strong&gt;E tem outra zoação:&lt;/strong&gt;  É uma zoação infinita da sua vida, que faz acabar com a sua vida. Que   qualquer coisa que você faz, você é zuado e você deixa de fazer as   coisas, porque você tem medo de ser zoado ou você deixa de fazer   qualquer outra coisa na sua vida, porque você ficou traumatizado com   essas coisas. &lt;strong&gt;Então não me venha com esse papo de que você foi criticado, você ta sendo vítima de bullying… BULLYING É O CARALHO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="margin-top:0px;"&gt;                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2817049376585571463?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2817049376585571463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/faco-das-palavras-do-pc-e-do-beto-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2817049376585571463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2817049376585571463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/faco-das-palavras-do-pc-e-do-beto-as.html' title='Faço das palavras do PC e do Beto as minhas...'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5861134635041641148</id><published>2011-07-16T20:31:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:25:35.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan gosling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Blue Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pU5ZolT1Eeo/TiIfqp9EwBI/AAAAAAAAATk/F_5ZfB0MKC4/s1600/tumblr_lnfe24dmQ51qzyjbuo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, hoje eu vou falar um pouco sobre o filme Blue Valentine. Primeiro de tudo, quem traduziu o título é um imbecil e ainda por cima  ele foi lançado no Brasil no dia dos namorados, o que torna mais imbecil ainda. Com  certeza, 95% das pessoas que viram o filme no cinema ficaram putas,  achando que iam curtir um filminho gostoso e feliz sobre relacionamentos  com seu (ua) namorado (a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Casados há vários anos e com uma filha, Cindy (Michelle Williams) e Dean  (Ryan Gosling) passam por um momento de crise, vendo o relacionamento  ser contaminado por uma série de incertezas. Dispostos a seguir em  frente, os dois tentam superar os problemas, buscando no passado e no  presente os motivos que o mantiveram unidos até este momento e os  fizeram se apaixonar um pelo outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tgNukjLuwMQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esse filme não é uma daquelas comédias românticas, ele é bem realista. Blue Valentine é um soco no estômago dos heróis e das mocinhas virgens, é  uma obra com personagens comuns, cheios de problemas e limitações como  qualquer um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As atuações de Michelle Williams e Ryan Gosling foram simplesmente brilhantes (qualquer dia eu faço um post falando sobre o Ryan). Em alguns momentos eu simplesmente queria pegar a Cindy pelos braços e a sacudir , pra ver se ela percebe o homem maravilhoso que ela tem ao seu lado. O Lucas fez um comentário muito pertinente, a Cindy é tão FDP quanto a Summer (500 dias com Ela).&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorei esse filme, ele sai daquele clichê americano. Muito bom. Algumas pessoas acharam o final triste, algumas gostaram, outras não, eu achei coerente. Agora cabe a você decidir ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 570px; height: 38px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfyYaps6Mpk/TiIptyLuKXI/AAAAAAAAATs/xNV_mJVOKuE/s1600/filme.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfyYaps6Mpk/TiIptyLuKXI/AAAAAAAAATs/xNV_mJVOKuE/s1600/filme.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfyYaps6Mpk/TiIptyLuKXI/AAAAAAAAATs/xNV_mJVOKuE/s1600/filme.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfyYaps6Mpk/TiIptyLuKXI/AAAAAAAAATs/xNV_mJVOKuE/s1600/filme.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/E774ZKAIc6afb958be60155a1528917cf4d3e48c1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/E774ZKAIc6afb958be60155a1528917cf4d3e48c1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5861134635041641148?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5861134635041641148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/blue-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5861134635041641148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5861134635041641148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/blue-valentine.html' title='Blue Valentine'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pU5ZolT1Eeo/TiIfqp9EwBI/AAAAAAAAATk/F_5ZfB0MKC4/s72-c/tumblr_lnfe24dmQ51qzyjbuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-8565167073916254649</id><published>2011-07-05T20:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:18:56.336-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Festa Julhina</title><content type='html'>Essa mocinha linda da foto é a minha sobrinha, a Giovana, sabado teve festa julhina do colégio dela (Objetivo - Indaiatuba). Como vocês podem ver na foto, ela dançou, estava um pouco tímida mas estava lindaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLpffc8_IY/ThOnGre8dQI/AAAAAAAAATU/pdycgvdUmL8/s1600/gk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLpffc8_IY/ThOnGre8dQI/AAAAAAAAATU/pdycgvdUmL8/s1600/gk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A festa em si foi muito boa, tiveram as danças das crianças no período da tarde, e de noite a festa ficou mais focada nos adolescentes/adultos. Teve a tradicional troca de papeis do pessoal do 3° ano, as meninas se vestiram de meninos e os meninos de vestiram de meninas e dançaram a quadrilha, foi muito comico, pena que eu não tirei nenhuma foto. Comi a maça do amor que eu estava com vontade, dei risada dos meninos no touro mecânico, nós brincamos de pega-pega com a Giovana, e no final da noite teve uma queima de fogos linda, na volta pra casa nos divertimos muito também, foi um final de semana bem legal. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-8565167073916254649?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/8565167073916254649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/festa-julhina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8565167073916254649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/8565167073916254649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/festa-julhina.html' title='Festa Julhina'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLpffc8_IY/ThOnGre8dQI/AAAAAAAAATU/pdycgvdUmL8/s72-c/gk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-1501556498650552943</id><published>2011-07-05T17:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:59:22.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Filmow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmow.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 980px; height: 68px;" src="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/img/faixa_filmow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Filmow é uma comunidade para quem adora  filmes, nela você pode compartilhar opiniões sobre os filmes, criar e  compartilhar uma lista de filmes que você já viu, gostaria de ver ou  que, por algum motivo, não gostaria de ver. Você também encontrará uma página para cada artista com a biografia e a filmografia do mesmo, assim você ficara por  dentro dos filmes que aquele artista participou e, se você for um fã,  poderá encontrar filmes que ainda não viu do artista e criar uma lista com os seus artistas favoritos. Alem disso você também pode interagir com seus amigos e  descobrir novos amigos que tenham o seu gosto para filmes. Clique &lt;a href="http://filmow.com/usuario/emelynramona/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ver o meu perfil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-1501556498650552943?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/1501556498650552943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/filmow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1501556498650552943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/1501556498650552943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/07/filmow.html' title='Filmow'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5196760068003158166</id><published>2011-06-29T23:37:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:42:01.487-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Yuri</title><content type='html'>O Yuri já está 14 anos e 6 meses. Essa foto é um pouco velha, tem uns 2 anos +/-, mas ele não mudou muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sh8V2w92_c/TgvmhD_yxXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NDHcrH72Onc/s1600/yuri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 546px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sh8V2w92_c/TgvmhD_yxXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NDHcrH72Onc/s1600/yuri.bmp" alt="" 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/5025139783765027405-5196760068003158166?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5196760068003158166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/06/yuri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5196760068003158166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5196760068003158166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/06/yuri.html' title='Yuri'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sh8V2w92_c/TgvmhD_yxXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NDHcrH72Onc/s72-c/yuri.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-5721951423467856132</id><published>2011-02-09T20:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:08:47.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Ah...</title><content type='html'>Seria fácil se tudo que quiséssemos acontecesse de uma hora para outra.  Ter  respostas para todas nossas perguntas e dúvidas, saber o verdadeiro   significado do amor e porque do céu ser azul. Largar um grande vício em   menos de cinco minutos, apostar na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mega&lt;/span&gt;-sena toda semana e ganhar toda   semana também, sair correndo por aí e pular de um grande penhasco sem   nos machucarmos ou até mesmo sair vivo dali. Ganhar dinheiro sem   precisar fazer esforço algum; sem se preocupar em estudar para ser alguém   na vida ou ter um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; emprego, fazer o que te der na telha, seja o  que  for, certo ou errado. E no final das contas não se arrepender de nada  ou ter  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consequência&lt;/span&gt;s. Mandar no próprio coração  fazendo  ele apaixonar-se e desapaixonar-se conforme nossa vontade,  entender  porque a Terra é redonda entre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bilhões&lt;/span&gt; de outras coisas… pois  é, seria  bem mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas não é&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-5721951423467856132?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/5721951423467856132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5721951423467856132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/5721951423467856132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah.html' title='Ah...'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-758142193650791974</id><published>2011-02-05T20:40:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:08:15.721-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Mr. Nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TU3UJKuBpII/AAAAAAAAARc/PBbr0v2cO-A/s1600/4cd388cb5e6efdfd920c57e5ad9badb2_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TU3UJKuBpII/AAAAAAAAARc/PBbr0v2cO-A/s320/4cd388cb5e6efdfd920c57e5ad9badb2_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570341568088482946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tem umas duas semanas mais ou menos que eu assisti o filme "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;", com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Juno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, entre outros. Antes de assistir eu já tinha visto alguns comentários no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmow.com/filme/12536/sr-ninguem/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Filmow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, e não entendia nada dos comentários feitos, as pessoas mostravam estarem confusas sobre o filme, mas a grande maioria dizia ser um filme excelente (4estrelas e meia de média), então eu resolvi assistir. Resultado: Me apaixonei por esse filme! Linda história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ótima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fotografia, trilha sonora perfeita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ótimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;diálogos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;impecáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;atuações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. É aquele tipo de filme em que as coisas só fazem sentido no final, que quando você pensa que entendeu tudo, ele te surpreende e lhe mostra uma nova perspectiva, ou até mesmo uma história diferente de tudo que você tinha imaginado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;naquelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 2 horas. Sim, 2 horas, o filme possui 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, algumas pessoas reclamaram por ser um filme muito longo, mas o tempo de filme é perfeito, eu particularmente acho melhor um filme longo e com uma história sólida, do que um filme curto que no final você fica se perguntando "mas o que aconteceu com ...". Alem de se surpreender, o filme nos faz ficar nos perguntando sobre a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, sobre o que é a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, sobre teorias criadas por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;filósofos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;físicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... Esse filme faz a gente se perguntar "E se eu tivesse feito x, ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;invés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; de y...?" (adoro filmes assim). Então eu super recomendo esse filme! Se você se interessou e quer assistir o filme legendado (online pelo megavideo) &lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=QOTRQP2D"&gt;clique aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Em um futuro não muito distante, Nemo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tem 120 anos de idade e é o  último mortal a conviver com as pessoas imortais. Durante esse período,  ele relembra os seus anos reais e imaginários de casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trechos do filme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que havia antes do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bem, não havia um antes. Porque antes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; o tempo não existia. O tempo é resultado da expansão do universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas o que acontece quando o universo pára de se expandir, e o movimento é reverso? Qual será o tempo natural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se a Teoria das Cordas está correta e o universo possui nove  dimensões espaciais e uma dimensão temporal então podemos imaginar que  no começo todas as dimensões estavam embaralhadas e, durante o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,  três dimensões espaciais, as que conhecemos como alta, baixa e morte e  uma dimensão temporal, que sabemos que é o tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;implodiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. As outras  seis permanecem juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Se vivemos num universo com tantas dimensões, como podemos fazer a distinção entre ilusão e realidade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O tempo, como conhecemos, é a dimensão que vivemos, em apenas uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas se as outras dimensões não forem espaciais, mas temporais?   Porque a fumaça do cigarro não volta? Por que as moléculas se separam?  Por que uma gota de tinta derramada nunca se reforma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque o universo movimenta-se para um estágio de dissipação. Este é o  princípio da entropia, a tendência do universo de desenvolver-se para  um outro estado de crescente desordem. O princípio da entropia está  relacionado com a flecha do tempo, resultado da expansão do universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas o que acontecerá quando forças &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;gravitacionais&lt;/span&gt; não puderem  equilibrar as forças de expansão? Ou se a energia do vazio quântico de  provar muito fraca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nesse momento o universo pode enfrentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;contrações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, o “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Então, o que se tornaria o tempo? Tudo se reverteria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ninguém sabe a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que quero dizer é: enquanto não tomamos a escolha, tudo é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo poderia ter sido outra coisa, e seria um elemento igualmente importante&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Williams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No xadrez, chamamos de “enrascada” quando a única jogada certa é não se mexer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E por um segundo tudo parou. E de repente, futuro e passado se tornaram passado e futuro.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Crunch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  &gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jo-nCX_9m2M?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-758142193650791974?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/758142193650791974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-nobody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/758142193650791974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/758142193650791974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-nobody.html' title='Mr. Nobody'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TU3UJKuBpII/AAAAAAAAARc/PBbr0v2cO-A/s72-c/4cd388cb5e6efdfd920c57e5ad9badb2_jpg_195x289_upscale_q90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-2389924122863441414</id><published>2010-07-07T19:32:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:10:37.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5025139783765027405&amp;amp;postID=2389924122863441414"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/emelynramona/blog/desenhos/2138108ctk7x3hv3x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ode não parecer, mas eu tenho medo de muita coisa. Aliás, eu me considero a menina mais medrosa do mundo! &lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou quase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). Mas um medo especial que eu tenho, é o medo de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;A coisa que mais me pertuba, são os 10 minutos antes de dormir que eu fico ali deitada pensando na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estou pensando em coisas boas, penso nos planos que eu ainda tenho, ou estarei pensando nas coisas ruins que já me fizeram, e também as que eu já fiz!&lt;br /&gt;Estarei lamentando pela vida "injusta" que eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;São durante esses 10 minutos,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;que as vezes viram horas&lt;/span&gt;, que eu vou chorar, perder o fôlego, e enfim respirar, limpar minhas lágrimas e o pior: seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Parece meio contraditório eu falar que não quero seguir em frente com as coisas que me magoam, mas a verdade é que eu não quero mesmo. Eu quero ficar e lutar e vencer e mostrar que eu sou melhor do que isso. Mas eu simplesmente não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Já me falaram mil vezes que eu sempre desisto das coisas antes delas terem dado "errado". Mas não é assim, eu não sou assim, pensando bem, eu não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era&lt;/span&gt; assim. Várias noites eu me vejo ali, deitada, remoendo coisas que já aconteceram. Por mais que já tenham sido perdoadas, é inevitável afirmar que não foram esquecidas, que ainda fazem parte dos 10 piores minutos do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade é essa: controlar o que eu sinto. (principalmente minha raiva). Queria eu, quando pensasse nas coisas ruins que já me aconteceram, balançar a cabeça e pensar em coisas boas. E quando tento fazer isso, me vejo, sem perceber, voltando aquele mesmo assunto que me fez escorrer uma lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria poder deitar e dormir, e esquecer tudo que aconteceu. Acordar e levar a vida como se nada tivesse ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;Há, se não existisse esses 10 minutos. Eu teria muito menos tempo para decidir que algumas coisas, nem tão ruins, me fazem tão mal. Eu teria a chance de seguir em frente e poder dizer o quanto eu amo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-2389924122863441414?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/2389924122863441414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2389924122863441414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/2389924122863441414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-4906509279764471367</id><published>2010-06-25T19:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:11:39.436-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>e o pulso... ainda pulsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 22px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3rrr6KgLm1qzb7gjo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste bubônica, câncer, pneumonia, &lt;i&gt;raiva&lt;/i&gt;, rubéola, tuberculose,  anemia,&lt;i&gt;rancor&lt;/i&gt;, cisticircose, caxumba, difteria, encefalite,  faringite, gripe, leucemia, hepatite, escarlatina, &lt;i&gt;estupidez&lt;/i&gt;,  paralisia, toxoplasmose, sarampo, esquizofrenia,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;úlcera&lt;/span&gt;, trombose,  coqueluche, hipocondria, sífilis, &lt;i&gt;ciúmes&lt;/i&gt;, asma,  cleptomania,reumatismo, raquitismo, cistite, disritmia, hérnia,  pediculose, tétano, &lt;i&gt;hipocrisia&lt;/i&gt;, brucelose, febre tifóide,  arteriosclerose, &lt;i&gt;miopia&lt;/i&gt;, catapora, &lt;i&gt;culpa&lt;/i&gt;, cárie, câimbra,  lepra, afasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o pulso ainda pulsa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-4906509279764471367?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4906509279764471367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/peste-bubonica-cancer-pneumonia-raiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4906509279764471367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4906509279764471367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/peste-bubonica-cancer-pneumonia-raiva.html' title='e o pulso... ainda pulsa.'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-569345734575231110</id><published>2010-06-25T19:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:12:00.886-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Toda vida tem um significado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 150px;" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/emelynramona/idea/banner2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ghandi disse que, não importa o que você faça em sua vida, será  insignificante. Mas é muito importante que você faça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Você pode não saber o significado de sua vida e você não precisa…  Você precisa apenas saber que sua vida tem um significado. Toda vida tem  um significado. Mesmo que dure 100 anos ou 100 segundos. Toda vida e  cada morte muda o mundo do seu próprio jeito. Ghandi sabia disso. Ele  sabia que sua vida significava alguma coisa pra alguém, em algum  lugar,de alguma forma. E ele sabia com muita certeza que ele jamais  saberia o significado. Ele entendeu que aproveitar a vida deve ser mais  importante do que tentar entendê-la. Você não pode saber, não é algo  garantido, não leve tão a sério. Não adie o que você quer, não deixe  nada mal entendido, tenha certeza que as pessoas que você se importa  saibam como você realmente se sente, porque só assim poderia acabar.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Tyler - Remember Me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025139783765027405-569345734575231110?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/569345734575231110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/ghandi-disse-que-nao-importa-o-que-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/569345734575231110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/569345734575231110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/ghandi-disse-que-nao-importa-o-que-voce.html' title='Toda vida tem um significado.'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/emelynramona/idea/th_banner2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6846852206220113349</id><published>2010-06-23T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:12:18.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>um tanto quanto gloomy hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TCUwihj8DNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7KOXmVA5a5k/s1600/gloomy_bear_009.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TCDh7htC3UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0uWT-lFd_Ss/s320/tumblr_l2xk9ihVu21qzgqr3o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485632758913097026" 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/5025139783765027405-4312612501629544502?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/4312612501629544502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4312612501629544502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/4312612501629544502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='C.F.A'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TCDh7htC3UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0uWT-lFd_Ss/s72-c/tumblr_l2xk9ihVu21qzgqr3o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-6481530717578373995</id><published>2010-06-04T17:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:13:40.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Especial Barbies</title><content type='html'>Bom, eu nunca fui fan de Barbie, desde pequena tinha Barbie mas raramente brincava com elas, sempre ficavam jogadas pelos cantos, algumas ganhavam parafusos pelo corpo, umas pediam as cabeças, outras ficavam sem pernas, enfim. Mas sem querer eu vi uma Barbie da Lady Gaga e resolvi fazer uma pesquisa na net sobre bonecas inspiradas em famosos, são inúmeras as pessoas que personalizam as Barbies, até anónimos estão ganhando Barbie com a sua cara. Então eu separei algumas que eu vi por ai (não vou colocar créditos pq peguei em vários lugares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos começar pela L.Gaga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljGrv8JTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GubTj9eC_zY/s1600/Lady-Gaga-Barbie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljGrv8JTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GubTj9eC_zY/s320/Lady-Gaga-Barbie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479019388147082546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(convenhamos que a barbie t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ava mais bonita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljG3OJvhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/txcLFb9IODE/s1600/Lady-Gaga-Barbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljG3OJvhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/txcLFb9IODE/s320/Lady-Gaga-Barbie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479019391226592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(super fofis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljJUYl4ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/73TuSNO5hGA/s1600/tumblr_kzi6def4O41qza4gto1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljJUYl4ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/73TuSNO5hGA/s320/tumblr_kzi6def4O41qza4gto1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479019433414746514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(adoreii gaga &amp;amp; b "telephone")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljJPDuKNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UHQg-VXP3rs/s1600/tumblr_ku5leqaTqj1qza4gto1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljJPDuKNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UHQg-VXP3rs/s320/tumblr_ku5leqaTqj1qza4gto1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479019431985031378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bizarro, a cara da gaga mesmo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljF4m7QQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SxLlqbxage0/s1600/Lady-Gaga-Barbie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljF4m7QQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SxLlqbxage0/s320/Lady-Gaga-Barbie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479019374419067138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a mais fofa de todas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Madonna tambem tem algumas, pra todas as fases da sua carreira por sinal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlkYIShXHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jEaCsK3v8vI/s1600/barbie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlkYIShXHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jEaCsK3v8vI/s320/barbie+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020787377724530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlkW1Z6seI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vdgWHI64B-E/s1600/barbie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlkW1Z6seI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vdgWHI64B-E/s320/barbie+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020765128602082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais algumas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAll58E9c1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/WmSNQvHqNmU/s1600/Rihanna009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAll58E9c1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/WmSNQvHqNmU/s320/Rihanna009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479022467726799698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlmheMLjyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SMlvXADZDrY/s1600/barbie9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlmheMLjyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SMlvXADZDrY/s320/barbie9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479023146898788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(amy *-*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlnyF1R_JI/AAAAAAAAAQc/feIs0j1RiCA/s1600/Pitty_VV_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAlnyF1R_JI/AAAAAAAAAQc/feIs0j1RiCA/s320/Pitty_VV_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479024531929693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pitty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIiZJBrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZUBG6IJTiDQ/s1600/ALINNE_MORAES_%28LUCIANA%29_REAL_E_BY_MARCUS_BABY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIiZJBrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZUBG6IJTiDQ/s320/ALINNE_MORAES_%28LUCIANA%29_REAL_E_BY_MARCUS_BABY.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021619018532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(até a luciana (novela viver a vida) ganhou boneca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIAY2jbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/33HqLGLyoMI/s1600/0,,39047287-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIAY2jbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/33HqLGLyoMI/s320/0,,39047287-EXH,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021609890516402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sabrina satto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIQVYxWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yWan256a2S0/s1600/alice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllIQVYxWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yWan256a2S0/s320/alice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021614170948962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(claro que não podia faltar boneca do filme alice no pais das maravilhas né)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllJNvzlCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Jl-XBoRzRYk/s1600/Avril_Lavigne_by_Marcus_Baby_018A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAllJNvzlCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Jl-XBoRzRYk/s320/Avril_Lavigne_by_Marcus_Baby_018A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479021630656320546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e a minha amada avril lavigne)&lt;/span&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/5025139783765027405-6481530717578373995?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/6481530717578373995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/especial-barbies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6481530717578373995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/6481530717578373995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/especial-barbies.html' title='Especial Barbies'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAljGrv8JTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GubTj9eC_zY/s72-c/Lady-Gaga-Barbie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025139783765027405.post-7284594318826722171</id><published>2010-06-03T21:08:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:23:55.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>layout novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAhEPd2O_-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/WiP_Fj2W3UY/s320/novo+lay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478703979197038562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sim crianças, lay novo, novamente. Pra variar um pouco tinha enjoado daquele, que por sinal eu pensei que iria demorar. Bom, as ferias estão chegando, como ferias é sinal de nostalgia, vou ter mais tempo pra postar aqui, mas ultimamente estou mais no tumblr&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.emelynramona.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://www.emelynramona.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, então se tiver conta lá me segue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAhFsAJmCLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gBWCP2nMqH4/s320/kao_wink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478705568953010354" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Por enquanto é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 19px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAhGKCUaPWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/h063vi1ONtM/s320/487276u39qaohhu4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706084931321186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5025139783765027405-7284594318826722171?l=emelynramona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/feeds/7284594318826722171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/layout-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7284594318826722171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025139783765027405/posts/default/7284594318826722171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelynramona.blogspot.com/2010/06/layout-novo.html' title='layout novo'/><author><name>emelynramona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/Sni9nDf1juI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fMtwg8t5-zI/S220/18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvbJWEB2z68/TAhEPd2O_-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/WiP_Fj2W3UY/s72-c/novo+lay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
