<?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-3310253889095968439</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:11:03.225-07:00</updated><category term='Leticia balter **'/><title type='text'>Seguindo meu caminho *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2907306460150533942</id><published>2009-10-28T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:51:54.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos bons vem e vão , temos que aproveitar !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/Suj1HkkcHSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JvyO0ZJusI8/s1600-h/OAAAAIE01x4_lzvjwhTtvTzXS0TeOA5UfNMkGJ0tSlpu4B1Vif-Of2lNsCJ9G4py_JSlNRKW1Sz_bQlJx0MGaGKPYOEAm1T1UPcmiBnZoJcfYdne-UnTzHbUPhz_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833663827942690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/Suj1HkkcHSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JvyO0ZJusI8/s320/OAAAAIE01x4_lzvjwhTtvTzXS0TeOA5UfNMkGJ0tSlpu4B1Vif-Of2lNsCJ9G4py_JSlNRKW1Sz_bQlJx0MGaGKPYOEAm1T1UPcmiBnZoJcfYdne-UnTzHbUPhz_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não to aqui pra dizer oque é certo e errado, ninguém ta aque pra viver em vão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então e bom valer a a pena é melhor valer a pena *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou dona de verdade nenhuma mais acho que devemos escutar a todos , pq sera que e dificil isso . Volto a dizer as pessoas são tão mediucres , pisam e passam por cima dos outro, quem tem a perder são elas o mundo da voltas e a vida tem seu proprio julgamento !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias ruins todo mundo tem , ja jurei para mim mesmo não desanimar . E não ter mais pressa, pois sei que o mundo vai girar , o mundo vai girar e eu espero a minha vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso traduz muito do que to sentindo hoje , ufa desbafeii .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos&amp;amp;queijos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-2907306460150533942?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2907306460150533942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2907306460150533942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2907306460150533942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2907306460150533942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentimentos-bons-vem-e-vao-temos-que.html' title='Sentimentos bons vem e vão , temos que aproveitar !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/Suj1HkkcHSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JvyO0ZJusI8/s72-c/OAAAAIE01x4_lzvjwhTtvTzXS0TeOA5UfNMkGJ0tSlpu4B1Vif-Of2lNsCJ9G4py_JSlNRKW1Sz_bQlJx0MGaGKPYOEAm1T1UPcmiBnZoJcfYdne-UnTzHbUPhz_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-5190846125783472928</id><published>2009-10-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:03:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POISÉ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUDMU75IlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NxKltQk6WbI/s1600-h/is+mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723238786638418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUDMU75IlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NxKltQk6WbI/s320/is+mee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sei lá a vida ta tão na mesma , isso ta me deixando na perfeita merda , nada de emocionante , alegre ou feliz =/ .&lt;strong&gt; DROGA&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem uma coisa me animando mais nem vo criar espectativa pq pode ser so mais uma bobagem minha . Deixa ver oq acontece com as minhas espectativas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvindo hevo 84- passos escuros . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão linda essa música diz tanto de mim , e oq eu &lt;strong&gt;sinto&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* não tenho mais medo de errar e aprender com meus passos escuros, eu mudei po vc mais não quis sofrer por ser tão leal pra mim *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalala so atualizando isso ne , amanhã eu volto prometo &lt;strong&gt;(yn)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEIJOS&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;QUEIJOS&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/3310253889095968439-5190846125783472928?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/5190846125783472928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=5190846125783472928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/5190846125783472928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/5190846125783472928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2009/10/poise.html' title='POISÉ.'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUDMU75IlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NxKltQk6WbI/s72-c/is+mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-7851207232434408926</id><published>2008-08-06T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:27:39.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OQUE ESTA HAVENDO COM O MUNDO ?</title><content type='html'>ta tudo confuso aque dentro !&lt;br /&gt;eu sinceramente , não faço ideia do que fzer to tão confusa. TUDO EMBARÇADO AKE DENTRO !&lt;br /&gt;alguém limpa e faz brilhar de novo ?cara pque tudo e dificl , pque smpre qndo esta tudo bem , tudo fik mal no memso momento --'  .. e o pior e kestão de segundos OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh MEU DEUSSSSSSSSSSS , em diz oque fiz p. merecer sofrer de tal forma ? nascer prematura com 1 kg e 300 gramas num foi o bastante ?ou ter cokeluche e quase morrer ?quase perde minha mãe ? ... acabar cm algo q teve 4 anos ?e imagrecer 6 kilos , sera q ISSO NUNCA ACABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ?eu me ODEIO por existir  nunca cnsigo fzer alguém feliz , algo smpre da errado ou eu estrago sem querer =(.&lt;br /&gt;tenta relachar talvez me faça esquecer , talvez num esteja tudo perdido !&lt;br /&gt;quer saber vou deichar rolar , num vo fica esperando o futuro eu mesmo o faço !&lt;br /&gt;MAS PARA FZE-LO TENHO QUE VIVER MEU PRESENTE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*. eu não posso me engarnar , fingir que estou bem pque num estou ! preciso de você :S&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/3310253889095968439-7851207232434408926?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/7851207232434408926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=7851207232434408926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/7851207232434408926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/7851207232434408926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/08/oque-esta-havendo-com-o-mundo.html' title='OQUE ESTA HAVENDO COM O MUNDO ?'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-3947605526573792754</id><published>2008-07-19T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:17:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>** relacha broow !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SIIErS3N_JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAcOI9X0AGU/s1600-h/Imagem+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224743659547524242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SIIErS3N_JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAcOI9X0AGU/s320/Imagem+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;// desencane , não se prenda a nada. A vida é muito curta pra isso ; se tiver que fazer apenas faça. Se não der certo você tem duas opções : ou esquece , ou esquece' tentar de novo pra que ? errar duas vezes é burrice , certo ? então [...] se tiver música , dance. Se quiser chorar , chore. Ninguém tem nada com isso ; a vida é sua&amp;amp;sua melbein :D Se se sentir feliz , sorria , grite , pule [...] por que isso não vai ser pra sempre. Aproveite o momento (: esqueça os problemas , deixe eles de lado , deixa que o tempo acerta tudo. Aprenda a viver ! Viver uma coisa de cada vez pra que ? se o legal é sentir um milhão de emoções ao mesmo tempo ; não saber o que fazer , poder ter escolhas ._. não deixe nada pra depois ; por que o pior arrependimento é o do que você não fez. Aproveite ao máximo o seu presente , por que você não sabe se vai existir um futuro ;D e o passado ? delete-o , queime-o ; esqueça-o , completamente. E nada de ter medo ;~~ medo de que ? se você não arriscar , não vai saber né ? errar é normal brother ; [/normal até demais] mas pelo outro lado até que é bom , você aprende. Nunca deixe nada incompleto ; a pior sensação é aquela do se [...] ? então ,, já disse e vou repetir : aproveite , desencane , não se preocupe com nada :) por que nada na vida , absolutamente nada acontece duas vezes e cada segundo , é o mais singular possível :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-3947605526573792754?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/3947605526573792754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=3947605526573792754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3947605526573792754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3947605526573792754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/07/relacha-broow.html' title='** relacha broow !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SIIErS3N_JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FAcOI9X0AGU/s72-c/Imagem+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-8674615166235019922</id><published>2008-06-28T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:16:17.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leticia balter **'/><title type='text'>PQ QUE AS COISAS MUDAM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGZ_L9ifd5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oqu7cIOmDFw/s1600-h/sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216997061829818258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGZ_L9ifd5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oqu7cIOmDFw/s320/sakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt; pque que as coias mudam ? eu sei que faz parte da vida mais i daii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;agente tem sofrer cm perdas de pessoas que foram ; e de uma certa forma vão cntinuar sendo ??eu odeio que tudo mude; odeio que as pessoas que são importantes na minha vida se vão ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;odeio esse mundo medicre ; queos fazem mudar e p. PIOR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o mundinho horrivel ; se elas ebtram nas nossas vidas e se fazm importante ; p. q q elas saem ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eu to cnsada disso ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;qro que tdooooo isso acabe logo que o mundo seja um dia ; um lugar melioor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EU SO SOU MAIS ALGUÉM QRENDO ENCNTRAR A MINHA PRÓPRIA ESTRADA P. TRILHAR !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-8674615166235019922?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/8674615166235019922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=8674615166235019922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8674615166235019922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8674615166235019922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/06/pq-que-as-coisas-mudam.html' title='PQ QUE AS COISAS MUDAM?'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGZ_L9ifd5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oqu7cIOmDFw/s72-c/sakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2007617774711867924</id><published>2008-06-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:38:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaa quem eu qro enganar !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGUbIYSuzzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gMwNEwN5_ew/s1600-h/lele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216605574152507186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGUbIYSuzzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gMwNEwN5_ew/s320/lele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Eu siga o meu caminhoE você siga o seu;E acho que isso não foi o sufiente;Não posso mais pensar;Que eu não tenho mais nada;Que possa fazer você ficar... Mas espero que daqui pra frente;Tudo se renove pra nós dois;Tendo não sendo eu quem você careceu;Muita coisa ainda está por vir;Muita coisa ainda vai mudar;Esse é meu preço pra deixar você ir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-2007617774711867924?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2007617774711867924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2007617774711867924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2007617774711867924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2007617774711867924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaa-quem-eu-qro-enganar.html' title='Aaa quem eu qro enganar !!'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SGUbIYSuzzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gMwNEwN5_ew/s72-c/lele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-8482537810030841807</id><published>2008-06-10T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:54:20.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE SE FODAA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SE7NvfilnlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2QwK5yuGPNc/s1600-h/ndf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210328034718359122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SE7NvfilnlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2QwK5yuGPNc/s320/ndf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que sabe chega de ser boaziinha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;vaii se f.... p. lá(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cnaseii de ser a boaziinha ; ak pmsree faziia acntecer e tentava ajuda os outros QUE SE FOO.. p. la num vo maes ajuda ngum nessa merda de viida ;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P. que me diiZ ?? p. me machuca cmo outros fizeram ...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SINTO LHE DIZER MAIS EU NÃO Sei MAIS AMAR &lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se eu quiser chorar;não ter que fingir;sei que posso errar.E é humano se ferir ;parece absurdo mas tente aceitar que os heróis também podem sangrar..Posso estar confuso mas vou me lembrar;que os heróis também podem sonhar(...) !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maiis uma vez me machucando ; acho qeu ja eah leii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AFFE .!!!! NÃO QUERO MAIS AMAR NINGUÉM NUNCA MAES !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;eu sei que eah precios ; maes p. que brincar cm os sentimentos dos outros seu ama --'??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maiis quer saber !&lt;br /&gt;essas coisas do coração são mesmo muito complicadas!&lt;br /&gt;você tá alí quetinho,parado na sua e de repente o olho brilha,o coração dispara, a perna treme, pronto...&lt;br /&gt;seu coração já foi totalmente tomado: é como se o mundo parasse de girar, é como se a sua vida passace a ter outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt;mas de repente a gente descobre que pode ser feliz, que a felicidade existe, só basta a gente estar junto,e que esse momento juntos não acabe nunca, nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;é um amor que de tão grande não tem tamanho, um amor que não tem tempo, não tem lugar,&lt;br /&gt;um amor que está em tudo, nas grandes coisas e nos pequenos detalhes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Talvez ; cmo smpre o tempo dirá e eu serei feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cmo nus finais de filmes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sou só mais alguém querendo encontrar;a minha própria estrada pra trilhar;apenas alguém, querendo encontrar;a minha própria forma de amar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-8482537810030841807?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/8482537810030841807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=8482537810030841807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8482537810030841807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8482537810030841807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-se-fodaa.html' title='QUE SE FODAA !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SE7NvfilnlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2QwK5yuGPNc/s72-c/ndf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-8892780001917383517</id><published>2008-06-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:57:06.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dificiil não lembrar do que nunca se esqceu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SErn7fF0b6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/-m99t5Kxlg4/s1600-h/beijo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209230928151605154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SErn7fF0b6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/-m99t5Kxlg4/s320/beijo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq se a vida fosse como a gente tanto quer nao teria o mesmo valor q tem...&lt;br /&gt;ou seja inestimavel; imagina se vc tivesse tudo...vc seria realmente feliz?e depois de ter tudo vc faria o que???provavelmente ia querer mais e mais e assim q as pessoas sao...&lt;br /&gt;o homem nunca eh totalmente feliz;nem nunca vai ser,nao existe felicidade completa&lt;br /&gt;pq? pq nao teria sentido!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada dificuldade q existe;&lt;/em&gt;q &lt;em&gt;machuca sao provas q a gente passa nao sei pra q mas dever ser pra saber se a gente eh capaz de viver e mostrar q nos só nos temos os momentos mais felizes mesmo q seja por algumas hrs ,min ou até segundos &lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poiisé , eu to começando a ver o pqe das coisas ; o pq das provas de fogo que eu passo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu espero qe cnsiga cmpriender muiito maes ; &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por enquanto so tenho qe agradecer , por apreender coiisas inestimaveiis e fundamentais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pro meu amadurecimento ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu so tenho que desejar para miim msma &lt;strong&gt;BOA SORTE !!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-8892780001917383517?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/8892780001917383517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=8892780001917383517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8892780001917383517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8892780001917383517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/06/dificiil-no-lembrar-do-que-nunca-se.html' title='Dificiil não lembrar do que nunca se esqceu !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SErn7fF0b6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/-m99t5Kxlg4/s72-c/beijo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-626865559226644457</id><published>2008-05-28T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:39:35.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERDEU CARÃN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SD2myRuycFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TqdRt60sG-o/s1600-h/Montanhas+azuis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205500126993477714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SD2myRuycFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TqdRt60sG-o/s200/Montanhas+azuis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poisé vcê perdeu e dessa vez ; não tenhe mais volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to muito bem do geito que eu to (yYy).......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ODEIO GENTE QUE ACHA QUE AMOR BROTA DOO CIMENTO !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to muito benhe nãoo ! ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cm dor de ouvido ; /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-626865559226644457?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/626865559226644457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=626865559226644457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/626865559226644457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/626865559226644457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/perdeu-carn.html' title='PERDEU CARÃN !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SD2myRuycFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TqdRt60sG-o/s72-c/Montanhas+azuis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-6489412251416695599</id><published>2008-05-26T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:35:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDsQ7BuycEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p0eqwlz0l5I/s1600-h/ATcAAACudbNXhv6zN21cUEPsJnGyQFKRnEcr42ad4Vmz4w-deHYWRxiAGZj0PT1QMqQvQq3vJ1pqHcqh0VX8LGyVXfqkAJtU9VAo_HfKZxeLrpgCniq0qLJWzV6rOg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772400619745346" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDsPchuycCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cEVU80PThgE/s200/lele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seii lá sabe ; mais eu to tão benhe ultimamente acho qeu ele ta me fazendo um bnhé que soo ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HaHa isso eah &lt;strong&gt;OTIMO&lt;/strong&gt; não acha?? &lt;strong&gt;PERFEITO CARÃN !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu não ligo p. que ngm diiz acho que no fundo nunca liguei smprei fui pur miim msma .. e não to nem ai se num der certo , pelomenos eu tento e não me arrependo &lt;strong&gt;=DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se me arrepender o &lt;strong&gt;PROBLEMA E TODO MEU&lt;/strong&gt; , pq a vida e &lt;strong&gt;TODA MINHA !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entom faz favor de não dar palpiite pque vai levar môow forãoo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;odeio gentinah que acha que tudoo eah showzin , e bebe , eah bonde e putaria eah zuaçãoo .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cara showzin e bão eah , beber eah boom nem smpre , bonde e bom dependendo das pessoas , putaria e zuação eah boom ?? &lt;strong&gt;CNCERTEZA&lt;/strong&gt; maisi na hra certa ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não smpre que kisererm , acgu esse povinho &lt;strong&gt;MUITO MEDIUCRE E FUTIL = 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso não eah legal ; fazer oqeu tem que cnviver !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou normal gosto de tudo isso mais nãoo vivo por isso e muito menos vivo disso ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pessoas futeis sãoo banaiis ii um dia o sucesso que elas tem &lt;strong&gt;ACABAM&lt;/strong&gt; qnd elas menos esperam , falo isso por esperiencia de um amigo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer oque ele se acha pegava todas e agora? estah cm uma so akela que ele smp kiis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e cncerteza nunca deu um centavoo um valor ou algum apresso pro ele ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eah engraçadoo as pessoas nunca pensam nu dia de amnhã so de hje ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hje ele e um amor cntinua meio metidinho e blá maiis qr sabre p. qr ser simpatiko cm todo mundo ??! as pessoas nem merecer elas merecem .. elas são baixas , jogam sujo e machucam outras por mera vontade de ter sucesso ou cnseguir oque qr ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu&lt;strong&gt; NUNCA&lt;/strong&gt; passei pro cima de nda as vezes me fiz infleiz p. ver outras pessoas felizes ; e foda dxa a sua felicidade ir embora por vcê não ter coragem de tomar de outra enqnto ela nunca pensou duas vezes p. faezr isso cmg !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agradeço poor cada dia que passa ; eu cnseguir enchegar as pessoas que realmente valem a pena !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ODEIO ESSAS PESSOAS QUE ACHAM QUE AMOR BROTA DU CIMENTOO !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-4241813184169267001?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/4241813184169267001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=4241813184169267001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/4241813184169267001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/4241813184169267001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/leticiabalter.html' title='leticiabalter =)'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDsPchuycCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cEVU80PThgE/s72-c/lele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-1626002749764533233</id><published>2008-05-24T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:34:30.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU AMO DEMAIIS ELA (LLLL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDhflxuycBI/AAAAAAAAADw/iW5LqAybnjA/s1600-h/marii+e+lele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204014472035987474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDhflxuycBI/AAAAAAAAADw/iW5LqAybnjA/s320/marii+e+lele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela? caraca eah a melior pessoa que ta smpre cmg; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gost aled reaah &lt;strong&gt;FATO&lt;/strong&gt; cnsumadoo a &lt;strong&gt;4 anos&lt;/strong&gt;?? eah isso ai !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MINHA MELHOR AMIGA&lt;/strong&gt; .........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARIANA eu acho que nunca digo isso de verdade p. vcê &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais &lt;strong&gt;vcê e muito importante p. mim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mil defeitos e mil e uma qualidades p. cmpensar ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu te amo muito i isso amiga não vai mudar msmo cm merdas feitas ; cm brigas cnjugadas ; pque nda disso aacaba com o meu amor de irmã que tenho por vce ,.. isso eah muito mais importante que qlqr coisa &lt;strong&gt;IDIOTA ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fútilidades , segredos , choros , gritos, sorrisos , beijos , abraços cmpartilhados em um só sentimento &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"AMOR" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu te amo muito , eu vou te &lt;strong&gt;agradecer&lt;/strong&gt; corretamente agora ;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por cada momento de trsiteza &lt;strong&gt;CONSOLADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por cada sorriso meu &lt;strong&gt;CMPARTILHADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por cada hora nu telefone &lt;strong&gt;IDIOTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por cada griito&lt;strong&gt; ESTONTIANTE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por cada abraçoo &lt;strong&gt;CNFORTANTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por me escutar em &lt;strong&gt;PRANTO NU TELEFONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por me cntar coisas que so eu i vcê sabemos&lt;strong&gt; CNFIANAÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado por qnd esta o mundo cntra mim vce esta la junto a miim &lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado&lt;strong&gt; MARIANA&lt;/strong&gt; por me apoiar ajudar ; e acima de tudo me &lt;strong&gt;AMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vcê eah a &lt;strong&gt;irmã que nunk tive&lt;/strong&gt; ; e a bobona que eu brigo e do cnselhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eah vce que smpre qro pro perto aki em kza, na piscina , nu quarto , nu banheiro , na cozinha , nu cinema , enfiim e cm vcê que eu &lt;strong&gt;QUERO ESTAR QUANDO EU DECIDIR METADE DA MINHA VIDA.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EAH POR ESSAS E OUTRAS QUE TE CNSIDERADO &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MINHA MELHOR AMIGA&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nosso encontro estava destinado a acontecer ; e p. smpre seremos meliores amigas ;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEAMOOO mariana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-1626002749764533233?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/1626002749764533233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=1626002749764533233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/1626002749764533233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/1626002749764533233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-amo-demaiis-ela-llll.html' title='EU AMO DEMAIIS ELA (LLLL..'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDhflxuycBI/AAAAAAAAADw/iW5LqAybnjA/s72-c/marii+e+lele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2615400758117108061</id><published>2008-05-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:14:13.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ODIOO MORTAL !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDdBWBuycAI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8Upglw1gcE/s1600-h/28771561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203699741127503874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDdBWBuycAI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8Upglw1gcE/s320/28771561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amiguinha?? da onça isso sim !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a que saco to d e saco cheio desse povo que diis ser amigo da BOCA P. FORA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ese tipo amigo nem quero muito obrigodo ;to dsipensandoo .. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no vou citar nomis pque não quero me estressar mais quero que suma da minha vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não venha me dizer que am anão pque eu não vou acreditar ;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ODEIO ESSE POVO QUE ACHA QUE AMOR BROTA DU CIMENTO !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/3310253889095968439-2615400758117108061?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2615400758117108061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2615400758117108061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2615400758117108061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2615400758117108061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/odioo-mortal.html' title='ODIOO MORTAL !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDdBWBuycAI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8Upglw1gcE/s72-c/28771561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2742275863615388052</id><published>2008-05-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:53:03.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS. eu te amo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDXrFxuyb_I/AAAAAAAAADg/2b_PQy5gwnM/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2429.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203323428977930226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDXrFxuyb_I/AAAAAAAAADg/2b_PQy5gwnM/s320/MsgPlus_Img2429.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;poiisé agente smpre dar valor quando perde ; não que eu tenha perdido alguém agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;maiis queria relatar que eah muito ruim lhe dar com aperd ade alguém não so donauq a lemorre maisi também quando ela te abandona .. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;isoo realmente eah horrivel mais avida smpre continua se isso acontec eeah simplismen etporque você não tem euqficar com ela você não acha ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;concerteza eu acho isso !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu nunca mais vou sofrer de amor ; eu so vou ser feliz pque tenho que ser ; não vou chorar maiis por nda e nem nguem que não me mereça !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hjê eu sei que existe alguém que em ama de verdade =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e que so quer o meu bem e que me conkista a cada dia ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu te amo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3310253889095968439-2742275863615388052?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2742275863615388052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2742275863615388052' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2742275863615388052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2742275863615388052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-eu-te-amo.html' title='PS. eu te amo !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDXrFxuyb_I/AAAAAAAAADg/2b_PQy5gwnM/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img2429.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-8151146847966848337</id><published>2008-05-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:28:54.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poisé eu sou assim !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDR34RoEbzI/AAAAAAAAADY/KHk2T9oyJR4/s1600-h/PÃ´r-do-sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202915278207610674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDR34RoEbzI/AAAAAAAAADY/KHk2T9oyJR4/s200/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indo prohos pping ver filme com a naniiH ; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depoisconto meu diia ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beiijos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amo raiane teixeiira (naniiH )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-8151146847966848337?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/8151146847966848337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=8151146847966848337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8151146847966848337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/8151146847966848337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/pois-eu-sou-assim.html' title='poisé eu sou assim !'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDR34RoEbzI/AAAAAAAAADY/KHk2T9oyJR4/s72-c/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-7487495477454208338</id><published>2008-05-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:15:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as pessoas como realmente são ; ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDMxRhoEbyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ef8SFR6qyqg/s1600-h/2428242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202556171697024802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDMxRhoEbyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ef8SFR6qyqg/s400/2428242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;x. eé incrivel como tudo muda em apenas semanas que pessoas sejam tão falsas ; e sem escrupulos a ponto de mentir descaradamente . eu ja nem sei oque anda se passando dentro de miim , confiar em alguém ultimamente ta sendo muito dificl p. miim , mais eu me esforço afinal eu tenho que ter amigos ou não ?! ela simplismente me decpecionol esse ano , me maguou , e me troco sera que ela acha que eu não vejo isso ? acha que as amiguinhas dela que nem ao menos há suportavam vão estar do lado dela como eu smpre estive ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATRIÇOCA !! &lt;/strong&gt;talvez eu não seja a melhor pessoa do mundo e ser ciumenta e teentar preservar oque eu quero bem não ser estupida , afinal nem tudo dura pra smpre entãoo eu tento preserver oque ainda tenho . a nossa amizade se transformo em nojo , raiva e ODIO até , como pode não enchergar nada na sua frente talvez as outras pessoas tenham razão eu nunca quiis enchergar que vocêe nunca foi minha amiga só ficava comigo du meu lado porque não tinha outra OPÇÃO (yYyYy)MUITO OBRIGADO @!preferia que nunca tive-se se tornado minha amiga , não eah sendo mal agradecida mais to melhor sem você !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com cada recomeço um aprendizado , com cada aprendizado uma maturidade !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;com essa história toda eu aprendi a nunca esperar muito das pessoas , pque elas nunca vão me dar oque eu espero delas !! .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-7487495477454208338?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/7487495477454208338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=7487495477454208338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/7487495477454208338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/7487495477454208338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-pessoas-como-realmente-so.html' title='as pessoas como realmente são ; ...!'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDMxRhoEbyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ef8SFR6qyqg/s72-c/2428242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-3306824095378968355</id><published>2008-05-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:41:58.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGtxxoEbwI/AAAAAAAAADE/nGsifcviO0w/s1600-h/ndfn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202130115236228866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGtxxoEbwI/AAAAAAAAADE/nGsifcviO0w/s400/ndfn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310253889095968439-3306824095378968355?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/3306824095378968355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=3306824095378968355' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3306824095378968355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3306824095378968355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGtxxoEbwI/AAAAAAAAADE/nGsifcviO0w/s72-c/ndfn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-6949341880291905870</id><published>2008-05-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:35:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGsIhoEbvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/viD_agC8_LA/s1600-h/lele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202128307054997234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGsIhoEbvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/viD_agC8_LA/s320/lele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seria tão diferente, se os&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw20672270851979(event, this, '2055682695'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick20672270851979(2055682695);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.flogao.com.br/leleex3#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; de que a gente gosta não terminassem tão de repente, seria tão diferente se os bons momentos da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw18238342732979(event, this, '2055682695'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick18238342732979(2055682695);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.flogao.com.br/leleex3#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; durassem eternamenteseria tão diferente, se a gente de que a gente gosta gostasse um pouco da gente, seria tão diferente se quando a gente chorasse, fosse só de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw15621130760979(event, this, '2055682695'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick15621130760979(2055682695);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.flogao.com.br/leleex3#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seria tão diferente se a gente que a gente ama, sentisse o que a gente sente mas, é tudo tão diferente; os sonhos de que a gente gosta terminam tão de repente, os bons momentos da vida não duram eternamente a gente de que a gente gosta nem sempre gosta da gente, das vezes que a gente chora, poucas vezes são de contente, e a gente que a gente ama não sente o mesmo que a gente. &lt;strong&gt;(:$)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poiisé isso acomtece muiito pelo visto ; sofrer de amor talvez ainda sofra muito maiis dai ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez não seja tão ruim , talvez tudo que eu passe seja p. ser feliz depois .. maiis na verdade eu não sei se eah bem isso .! queriia que fosse , maiis se não for paciênciia veiiH !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maisi i daii ? ue vo vivedo pô se der certo &lt;strong&gt;OTIMO&lt;/strong&gt; espero ; se não der bola frente agent econtiinua alegre econtedte &lt;strong&gt;=DD..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-6949341880291905870?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/6949341880291905870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=6949341880291905870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/6949341880291905870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/6949341880291905870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/seria-to-diferente-se-os-sonhos-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDGsIhoEbvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/viD_agC8_LA/s72-c/lele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-5676016950207664948</id><published>2008-05-18T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:09:56.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCbFhoEbuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MJ_r_rzKTeA/s1600-h/109491982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201828088841006818" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCacxoEbsI/AAAAAAAAACk/elXVOVBt1u0/s320/109329741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310253889095968439-3519131296345356645?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/3519131296345356645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=3519131296345356645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3519131296345356645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/3519131296345356645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCacxoEbsI/AAAAAAAAACk/elXVOVBt1u0/s72-c/109329741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2188849308918559673</id><published>2008-05-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:58:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 anos jogados fora ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCJ0BoEbjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6vnKz_dsQoM/s1600-h/amormagiagifs46.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201809096495623730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCJ0BoEbjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6vnKz_dsQoM/s320/amormagiagifs46.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pooise 4 anos da minha viida ; jogados pro alto.! sera que eu nunk fiz o suficiente p. vc??ou sera que eu smp fiiz o melior p. vc ??eu sinceramente não seii , e quer saber acho não quero descobrir .!acho que nda que agente viveu valeu a pena p. ti , maiis agora não ta te fazendo diferença nenhuma .os meliores 4 anos da minha vida foi cm vc e eu não me arrependo de nda cara . eu gosto mesmo de vc , e nem ligoo pelo que essas pessoas falam eu sei que ainda exiiste aquele menino que eu amo insandecentemente dentro de miim , so num faço ideia da onde ele se esconde .!!oque mudou entre agente ?? sera que cada momento de amor , carinho e afeto não foram o suficiente p. provar que eu te amo , e seus amigos pque vc foi escutar eles? pque deixou que acaba-se cm o nosso relacionamento ?? oque esta havendo com vc?? sera que esta tão dificil de dizer ? sera que anda duendo mais em vc do que em mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a 2 meses agente ta longe , eu sei que ta sendo muiito ruim p. meu coração ele so estava acustumado a te amar , ate querer e ate a te desejar ..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu te amo tanto que me acho estupiida ; qndo chega de noite eu chooro soziinha e tudo pque eu quero vc , me disculpa eu ainda não conseguii te esquecer .!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;espero que um diia vce intenda o pque eu não quiis mais correr atras de vce ; não tenhu mais cndiçoes de sofrer ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TEAMOO I ISSO EAH P. SMPRE ! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-2188849308918559673?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2188849308918559673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2188849308918559673' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2188849308918559673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2188849308918559673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-anos-jogados-fora.html' title='4 anos jogados fora ??'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDCJ0BoEbjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6vnKz_dsQoM/s72-c/amormagiagifs46.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310253889095968439.post-2608149479467707053</id><published>2008-05-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:54:59.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU ODEIO MINHA VIDA !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDB7URoEbgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wFWG-6maVrA/s1600-h/euu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDB7URoEbgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wFWG-6maVrA/s320/euu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201793157871988226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, apenas talvez, a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rapunzel &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;não esteja na torre quando o  príncipe chegar; ela poderia ter se cansado de esperar. Talvez,a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Branca de  Neve &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;não morra mais com uma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maçã &lt;/span&gt;envenenada;  pois agora ela não acredita cegamente nas pessoas nem em alimentos  transgênicos.Talvez, quem sabe, a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapeuzinho &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; deseje o &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lobo Mau, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;assim  como ele a deseja. Talvez, de novo, a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cinderela &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;não vá ao baile do  príncipe, mas sim à uma rave onde ela conhece um &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DJ gatão&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. E se a  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fera&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; não tivesse se transformado, a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bela &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ainda  estaria com ele?!&lt;br /&gt;E se a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bela Adormecida&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; não fosse tão estúpida  e não furasse o dedo na roca, e então não adormecesse e o príncipe não a  salvaria; mas ela conheceria um jovem camponês do reino se apaixonasse por ele e  eles fugissem em busca de aventuras épicas?! E se depois de terem muitos filhos,  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;Shrek &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Fiona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;caiam  na mesmice do casamento, se divorciem e ela vire uma atriz?! Já imaginou se o  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patinho Feio &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;não tivesse se transformado em um cisne, mas crescido  como um pato mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;e depois tonado-se uma grande estrela do rock?!&lt;br /&gt;Já  percebi que a vida não é um conto de fadas, e que não precisa ser !&lt;br /&gt;Percebi  que o &lt;b&gt;bem &lt;/b&gt;e o &lt;b&gt;mal &lt;/b&gt;são relativos, e muitas vezes se  confundem.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que não procuro um príncipe, tudo o que preciso é de  alguém real; não são necessários os sapatinhos de cristal, meus tênis são mais  confortáveis. O Lobo Mau pode não parecer tão mau assim de perto; eu não espero  que um cavaleiro venha me salvar, eu mesma me resgato.&lt;br /&gt;Não tô esperando um  grande cavalo branco, um castelo e depois um final feliz; prefiro lutar, brigar,  sangrar e chorar por ele do que esperar que ele seja entregue à mim. Sou mais do  que pareço, menos do que você sonha, e tô bem assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310253889095968439-2608149479467707053?l=leticiiabalter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/feeds/2608149479467707053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310253889095968439&amp;postID=2608149479467707053' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2608149479467707053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310253889095968439/posts/default/2608149479467707053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leticiiabalter.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-odeio-minha-vida.html' title='EU ODEIO MINHA VIDA !!'/><author><name>Leticia Balter .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419061097651821839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SuUIUq_TKkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u_jO8INdAGI/S220/OgAAACYsXnp29dKRfA2-I5zCMNElajrTLn2cZU9sxA33CoTZ3l-eHAhFAq7bWLHbsWWzoh9-IRZXxw2pA7ZVxz3R5rMAm1T1UAHl3xQiq9G3QHT9b5dbcTiEAe4u.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3VOfhRi6JAU/SDB7URoEbgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wFWG-6maVrA/s72-c/euu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
