<?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-3368441834762978843</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:34:37.055-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-8735866289756636297</id><published>2009-12-30T21:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:27:17.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mariella, mariella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acabei esquecendo de colocar a música. Se quiserem: Slipped Away ou Tomorrow, da Avril Lavigne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, obrigada pelo apoio de todos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Menino, quando entrar no orkut, te passo de novo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421174619013581842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Szvhl-erDBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5_w_CaHTMoo/s400/tumblr_kqhl5bEfLL1qzq2s9o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passei só pra isso mesmo, pra dizer que comprei uma saia alta muito bonita e que to pesando 44.6kg. Quem sabe começo 2010 na casa dos 43?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy in her own little world :)&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/3368441834762978843-8735866289756636297?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/8735866289756636297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=8735866289756636297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8735866289756636297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8735866289756636297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/12/mariella-mariella.html' title='mariella, mariella'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Szvhl-erDBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5_w_CaHTMoo/s72-c/tumblr_kqhl5bEfLL1qzq2s9o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-4703600991300643148</id><published>2009-12-29T22:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:27:47.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pela primeira vez, vou colocar a letra de uma música aqui. Desculpem-me por ter sumido, as coisas andam agitadas... Provas, viagens... Vovô foi internado e morreu :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabem, já era esperado, mas creio eu que é sempre um choque. Foi na madrugada do dia 26 pro dia 27. Até agora não tive uma boa noite de sono. Aliás, desde o dia 23 eu não durmo direito. Para falar a verdade, em nenhum dos dias que eu estive em BH (parti no dia 20) eu dormi bem. Mas essas últimas noites forasm as piores mesmo. Então, quando não estou fazendo prova, estou com a minha família ou com o E. Bom, não mais, jáque elefoi passar o reveillon em Fortaleza. Mas, daqui em diante, pretendo passar todos os dias com eles. Acho que é um momento de união para todos nós. Portanto, não esperem que eu apareça por aqui tão cedo novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mudando um pouco de assunto, acho que emagreci. Ando comendo pouco. A comida perdeu o gosto e a fome passou :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, fiz um twitter off. Devo fazer um para o blog também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por agora, desejo um feliz 2010 para todo mundo! Façam listinhas, planos, organizem o quarto... Para mim, só falta a lista mesmo! Muita sorte para todos nós e que nunca falte força de vontade e esperança. Espero que todos os objetivos de vocês sejam alcançados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420818525118413234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SzqdulWKObI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7iPW2-AVabU/s400/tumblr_kq6zqnN2iC1qzrfoio1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: menino, não te vejo on no msn o.o tem certeza que me adicionou? tenta de novo, se ainda tiver :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijos meus amores ♥&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/3368441834762978843-4703600991300643148?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/4703600991300643148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=4703600991300643148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/4703600991300643148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/4703600991300643148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/12/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SzqdulWKObI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7iPW2-AVabU/s72-c/tumblr_kq6zqnN2iC1qzrfoio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1345983108828529498</id><published>2009-12-20T00:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:27:56.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 de dezembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora eu tenho 18 anos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã vou para BH, fazer prova dias 21, 22 e 23 da UFJF. Dias 28 e 29, UFV, aqui mesmo. E, para empatar um pouquinho o meu reveillon, viajo dia primeiro pra BH again pra fazer a segunda etapa da UFMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, é isso. Espero conseguir estudar um pouco até lá. Quero muito passar esse ano... Mas se for pré-vest, que venha o pré!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Também espero que consiga emagrecer... Sério, to obesa! Vou aproveitar esses dias em BH pra comer menos. q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417138578902683042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sy2K1haPDaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/b4T6TJVjrNQ/s400/20090301180518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, o E. me deu um filme de aniversário. Cães de Aluguel. Nunca assisti! Acho que vou gostar :) O que achei mais fofo foi a mãe dele, quepediu autorização pra comprar alguma coisa pra mim, porque tinha visto um sapato que era 'a minha cara'. Como ela não achou, me deu uma almofada, de cogumelo do Mário! Linda, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijos ♥&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/3368441834762978843-1345983108828529498?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1345983108828529498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1345983108828529498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1345983108828529498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1345983108828529498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-de-dezembro-de-2009.html' title='20 de dezembro de 2009'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sy2K1haPDaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/b4T6TJVjrNQ/s72-c/20090301180518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-3745095026359118999</id><published>2009-12-15T11:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:07:32.042-02:00</updated><title type='text'>how my heart behaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo, de verdade, não diz absolutamente nada de relacionamento nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para os que preferem o exemplo prático: há aquelas pessoas que fazem dietas por anos e anos, eu mesma tenho parentes do gênero, e que continuam com o mesmo peso. Há outras pessoas que, assim como muitas que lêem isso aqui, em um dia decidem emagrecer e na semana seguinte já alcançam a meta desejada. Relacionamento, sim, entre a pessoa e o próprio corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De qualquer forma, queria mesmo falar de relacionamentos interpessoais. Sabe, eu namorei com um garoto durante quase dois anos. Ele sempre gostou muito de mim, não foi que o sentimento cresceu junto. Mas de qualquer forma, I used to have a good time with him. Ainda assim, não era aquilo TUDO, entendem? Não era com ele que eu imaginavao resto da minha vida, não era daquele jeito que eu imaginava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No início, era bom. Juro. Mas com o tempo, tudo foi ficando monótono, chato. Eu percebi que não podia dar a ele tudo que ele me pedia, em questão de sentimento mesmo. Os pequenos defeitos dele, que eu relevava porque ele 'era o garoto perfeito', porque 'ninguém nunca me amaria como ele', começaram a me irritar de uma forma que eu já não aguentava mais. Demorei a terminar com medo de me arrepender, com medo de ficar sozinha, de nunca mais me divertir como nos divertíamos no início. Porém, percebi que daquele jeito que estava era muito pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso foi no final de setembro. No início de novembro comecei a ficar com um amigo meu, da mesma sala que eu, inclusive. Bom, não mais né, já que ano que vem é um enigma e as aulas já acabaram. Bom, o que estou mesmo tentando dizer é que em dois anos de namoro nunca me diverti tanto quanto estou me divertindo agora. E não estou mais pensando no futuro, perdi meu medo de arriscar. Estou vivendo um dia de cada vez, descobrindo um amanhã de cada vez, uma incógnita at a time, e recomendo isso a todos! Viver sem pressa, arriscando, sem pensar muito lá na frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo, de verdade, não diz nada sobre ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464174894281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SyeX-YZtcgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Or0-5o5d3BU/s400/tumblr_krqo7gd3yp1qzqtgio1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sério, estou adorando.&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/3368441834762978843-3745095026359118999?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/3745095026359118999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=3745095026359118999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3745095026359118999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3745095026359118999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-my-heart-behaves.html' title='how my heart behaves'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SyeX-YZtcgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Or0-5o5d3BU/s72-c/tumblr_krqo7gd3yp1qzqtgio1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-943855765745620269</id><published>2009-12-02T23:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:46:13.328-02:00</updated><title type='text'>clown motel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SxcYS1BNMLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wyG10RV4aQY/s1600-h/snow_white_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410820189057790130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SxcYS1BNMLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wyG10RV4aQY/s400/snow_white_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei o que fazer da vida. Fim.&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/3368441834762978843-943855765745620269?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/943855765745620269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=943855765745620269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/943855765745620269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/943855765745620269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/12/clown-motel.html' title='clown motel'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SxcYS1BNMLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wyG10RV4aQY/s72-c/snow_white_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-5516952067248134968</id><published>2009-11-30T23:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:19:11.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>musique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiz 42/64 na UFMG. O ponto de corte ano passado foi 43.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A concorrencia ano passado era 14 por vaga, esse ano tá 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja o que Deus quiser... Até hoje tem acontecido pra mim aquilo que tem que acontecer, aquilo que realmente era o melhor para ter acontecido. Não vai deixar de ser assim. Vou  pegar pesado nas discursivas, mas, pensando bem, não preciso de pressa para passar no vest. Sempre vai haver 'ano que vem', sódepende de mim e de Deus, certo? Mas que quero muito ir para BH fazer a segunda etapa, quero. E também quero morar lá, estudar lá. Acho que esse seria o melhor pra mim, e acho que agora seria o melhor momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã: líquidos. E refrigerante não entra! Sério, preciso voltar pros 43kg já! Preciso passar o natal com o IMC abaixo de 18.5 e mostrar pra minha família que eu posso ser tão bonita e magra quanto minha irmã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-5516952067248134968?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/5516952067248134968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=5516952067248134968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5516952067248134968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5516952067248134968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/musique.html' title='musique'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-6615043686177294164</id><published>2009-11-23T21:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:29:29.698-02:00</updated><title type='text'>time after time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu momento slut de hoje me deixou com essa música na cabeça. q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso parar. Preciso estudar. Preciso voltar ao foco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407444937667983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SwsahVwvOPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1RYkOlRSpzc/s400/20080921015204.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou comprar três cadernos de cinco matérias. Um para as quatro químicas, outro para as quatro físicas e outro para as cinco matemáticas e dar duro! E ainda mais um, normal, para fazer MUITAS redações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso comprar uma caixa também. Para guardar fotos, recados, etiquetas (acho bonitas, eu fico com elas), letras de música, poemas e contos, meus poemas e meus contos também e, no geral, momentos. Gosto de organizar essas coisas. Como se ajudasse a organizar a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou fazer uma lista também. De filmes, cds e livros que quero comprar. Por filmes leia-se dvds, porque gosto de séries também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, eu só queria ter alguma coisa certa. Mas acho isso tudo muito paradoxal, porque estou gostando do incerto, principalmente do lado sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what the hell is going on, L.?&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/3368441834762978843-6615043686177294164?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/6615043686177294164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=6615043686177294164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6615043686177294164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6615043686177294164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-after-time.html' title='time after time'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SwsahVwvOPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1RYkOlRSpzc/s72-c/20080921015204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-5296997493705573243</id><published>2009-11-20T20:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:54:48.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;In my eyes the truth is spoken lying accidentally.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is just a test: take it with love and you will pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you will be rewarded if you do your very best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing ever goes as planned, so don't take anything for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you do the world will kick your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-5296997493705573243?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/5296997493705573243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=5296997493705573243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5296997493705573243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5296997493705573243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much-to-ask.html' title='too much to ask'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-4956428245488321739</id><published>2009-11-19T23:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:33:32.804-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamentos aleatórios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ocorrem. Só ocorrem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992756344868674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SwXxxQxFT0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NMt0LS-o1yU/s400/a5896ffd39d1550530877ba7dad6f5c8cced05ab_m_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lived alone so I took him home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he doesn't love me but he keeps me company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;everything is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why do I always pretend I can spoon a guy and still be his friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always wind up crushed out in the end and it makes me crazy...&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/3368441834762978843-4956428245488321739?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/4956428245488321739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=4956428245488321739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/4956428245488321739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/4956428245488321739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamentos-aleatorios.html' title='pensamentos aleatórios'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SwXxxQxFT0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NMt0LS-o1yU/s72-c/a5896ffd39d1550530877ba7dad6f5c8cced05ab_m_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1649023406869567132</id><published>2009-11-05T21:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:53:39.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful dirty rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ontem e hoje comi mais do que devia. Ontem caminhei, hoje não deu. Sério, LF é uma coisa difícil pra mim. Ou é 8, ou é 80! Tudo ou nada! Mas de qualquer forma, to mantendo no peso razoável: 43.9kg para 1.54m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O ECA tá ajudando bastante, principalmente quando caminho. Dá uma puta de uma energia! Não sinto sono mais nas aulas, é impressionante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400769091658947250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SvNi39Y9mrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ld2U1AwdOq0/s400/tumblr_kscaqbEN1e1qa129to1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que tenho dificuldade com planos, mas amanhã pretendo caminhar antes de ir pra escola, lá pelas 5hrs da manhã. Quando chegar em casa, tomo a aspirina, o café e o marax. Depois da aula pretendo almoçar sushi de salmão (to com MUITO desejo) e vir pra casa estudar matéria de primeira etapa da UFMG. Preciso começar a levar essa coisa do vest mais a sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passo a tarde estudando, se minha mãe encher muito o saco ou se eu não aguentar o enjoo, como uma barrinha de cereal :) Pretendo assistir às aulas da noite também. To animada pra amanhã e espero de verdade não estragar tudo. Tenho recebido muitos elogios depois de ter emagrecido esses quase 9kg, não quero parar de recebê-los. :/&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/3368441834762978843-1649023406869567132?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1649023406869567132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1649023406869567132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1649023406869567132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1649023406869567132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-dirty-rich.html' title='beautiful dirty rich'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SvNi39Y9mrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ld2U1AwdOq0/s72-c/tumblr_kscaqbEN1e1qa129to1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-678790980210020697</id><published>2009-11-03T19:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:45:06.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SvCkBKk0UVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zAAmrKR6-8U/s1600-h/tumblr_kr4tgt6aVd1qz6ygbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399996293142827346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SvCkBKk0UVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zAAmrKR6-8U/s320/tumblr_kr4tgt6aVd1qz6ygbo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Animada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não deu pra fazer o NF - minha mãe me fez almoçar em casa e, pior, na frente dela. Mas, aqui vai o dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- quase que uma folha de alface, meio tomate, acho que nem uma colher das de sopa cheia de frango bem desfiadinho. tudo isso com um pouco de molho hellmans. no máximo 100kcal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LÁ PELAS 16Hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- ECA! (dá muita disposição! a tremedeira é pouquinha e é até gostosa :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- barrinha de cereal 102kcal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LÁ PELAS 18Hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- caminhada de mais ou menos uma hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorte e força para todas ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-678790980210020697?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/678790980210020697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=678790980210020697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/678790980210020697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/678790980210020697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/water.html' title='the water'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SvCkBKk0UVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zAAmrKR6-8U/s72-c/tumblr_kr4tgt6aVd1qz6ygbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-5019668199984404925</id><published>2009-11-02T21:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:52:05.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O dia estava muito bom até eu cagar tudo agora de noite. Leia-se: estragar = comer. A chuva me deixa chateada. Estar chateada me faz comer. Mesmo sem fome, mesmo sem vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estar chateada é diferente de estar deprimida, deixo logo claro. Quando estou deprimida, tudo perde o gosto, paro de comer e emagreço. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Antes fosse isso então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aí eu choro. Eu to enorme. Engordei nessa última semana. Não quero nem saber meu peso. Eu sinto a minha barriga, meus braços, minhas pernas, o meu rosto. O pior de tudo é o meu rosto. Não quero voltar a ter a cara gorda que tinha antes, não mesmo. E não posso ficar me escondendo dentro de casa pra ninguém ver a minha feiúra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656919436052978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Su9vXA_3SfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oK2-0yszOeo/s400/20081204182640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De qualquer forma, comprei aspirina e marax. Inclusive, tenho que buscá-lo na farmácia. Farei isso no horário de almoço amanhã - a pé! Amanhã também vou fazer ECA, NF e exercícios. E vou tomar vinagre ainda por cima! Vai dar enjoo? Sim. Vai arder? Demais. Mas me comprometo a aguentar. Preciso disso. Não posso voltara ser a bola que era, e que já estou voltando a ser, por sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não vou nem gastar dinheiro com laxante. Me comprometo a comer só quando estiver prestes a desmaiar. Não importa o quanto me perturbarem. Pais? Comida no lixo, desculpas, sair de casa nas refeições. Amigos? Desculpas ou grosseria mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aliás, quando todo mundo for dormir hoje, vinagre. Amanhã, quando acordar: vinagre! ECA só vai dar de tarde. No meio da manhã: uma aspirina. Desespero tá batendo. /tenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bad me is back. Fuck border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if I can't be beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd rather be invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/3368441834762978843-5019668199984404925?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/5019668199984404925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=5019668199984404925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5019668199984404925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5019668199984404925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-me-away.html' title='take me away'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Su9vXA_3SfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oK2-0yszOeo/s72-c/20081204182640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-3877135744902501830</id><published>2009-11-01T22:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:35:59.220-02:00</updated><title type='text'>your honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399295013535852658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Su4mNUdXqHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qZJTv7JGLiM/s400/OgAAANuMyTSKqMqbLj7HNGzczSDrQWY7EYUz4DqHik2clbY7yY1QLlGILOfPyy_gcjO8HuIYl8Prt-DLmrdfHjQmsZYAm1T1UNTeLnr2ypr0hQScwqfmb_Lqvr24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comi horrores esse final de semana. De qualquer forma, hoje começa um mês novo. Uma semana nova. Viver um dia de cada vez é o mais importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretendo, no horário de almoço (sim, vou ter aula), comprar marax ou franol para poder fazer o ECA. Pretendo fazer NF. Pretendo caminhar à tarde. Pretendo tomar uma colher de vinagre ao acordar para acelerar o metabolismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, a festa não aconteceu. Choveu tanto aqui que ficou tudo inundado, aí não passava nem carro na rua do clube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que tudo dê certo. Para todas. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-3877135744902501830?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/3877135744902501830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=3877135744902501830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3877135744902501830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3877135744902501830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-honor.html' title='your honor'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Su4mNUdXqHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qZJTv7JGLiM/s72-c/OgAAANuMyTSKqMqbLj7HNGzczSDrQWY7EYUz4DqHik2clbY7yY1QLlGILOfPyy_gcjO8HuIYl8Prt-DLmrdfHjQmsZYAm1T1UNTeLnr2ypr0hQScwqfmb_Lqvr24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-230943779251173653</id><published>2009-10-30T15:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:26:30.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'>death of a whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã tem festa. A partir de hoje: no food. Arrasar na buatchy halluwin. Sem comer, irei parecer mais magra. Estarei mais magra&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;talvez, né; porque minha alimentação não foi das melhores essa semana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomarei uma tequila: gastarei pouco, já ficarei doida (estômago vazio) e então, conseguirei passar alguns momentos fingindo que não ligo. E eu ligo? -hm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443536149773010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Susfy0A1-tI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yE6kDqADqxs/s400/Portrait_of_a_Whore____by_black_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel dirty and cheap like I'm built from the street&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is always too far away&lt;br /&gt;And all my tomorrows won't save me today&lt;br /&gt;High heels clippin like clattering cans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/3368441834762978843-230943779251173653?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/230943779251173653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=230943779251173653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/230943779251173653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/230943779251173653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-of-whore.html' title='death of a whore'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Susfy0A1-tI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yE6kDqADqxs/s72-c/Portrait_of_a_Whore____by_black_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1876381350473988422</id><published>2009-10-26T07:44:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:54:30.812-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hot tent blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já disse que estou com 44kg? Um pouquinho acima às vezes, um pouquinho abaixo, outras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada mais a declarar. Tava tão bem até ontem, mas hoje acordei de mal humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396844533420159826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SuVxgmqEc1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OQqGtU0xByQ/s400/my_sleeping_pattern_is_a_mess_by_Ronaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hate yourself when you feel so weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hurt yourself and then you bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-1876381350473988422?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1876381350473988422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1876381350473988422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1876381350473988422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1876381350473988422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-tent-blues.html' title='hot tent blues'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SuVxgmqEc1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OQqGtU0xByQ/s72-c/my_sleeping_pattern_is_a_mess_by_Ronaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7887553508780224439</id><published>2009-10-22T15:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:58:59.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui estou. Disse que estaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, na terça feira, Ed. me ligou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Quer conversar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ah. Tanto faz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Vou passar ai. A gente dá uma volta no calçadão, alguma coisa assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A gente conversou. Fiquei surpresa, mesmo. Ele me surpreendeu, sendo um amigo muito mais amigo do que outros que se dizem 'amigos'. Outras pessoas me decepcionaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas a conclusão de terça e dessa conversa: vou lutar! Quando eu estiver em um dos momentos em que vier a vontade de jogar tudo pra cima e fazer tudo errado, vou resistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não queria ter dito tudo pra ele, mas com o desenrolar a conversa, choramos, e acabei falando. Percebi que ele não tava de brincadeira. Ele não é daqueles que só dá esporro. Ele realmente tentou me entender e me ajudar. É daqueles que fala: 'Quer fazer, faça. Mas você já sabe que vai se arrepender.' Dou valor à isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele disse uma coisa que me fez ter toda essa vontade: 'Eu sei que você não quer ir pra escola fingir pra todo mundo que tá tudo bem, mas faça tudo ficar bem! Sorria! Todo mundo gosta de te ver sorrindo. Por favor, vá pra escola amanhã, nem que seja pra assistir aula de química!' &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-costumo assistir física e matemática de manhã e química no noturno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu fui. Assisti a aula de química na quarta. Devia ter fotografado o rosto dele quando me viu chegar na sala. Isso tudo me fez bem, não vou desistir tão fácil. Não estudei em casa, fui às aulas de física e matemática à noite. Hoje, assisti aula de matemática de manhã e química também. À noite, devo assistir de física e matemática, ou química, dependendo, o que ficar melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs: Vou voltar a estudar com tudo! Mas antes, resolvi fazer algumas coisas pra mim, pra eu poderme sentir melhor. Pintei minhas unhas hoje: azul nas mãos, malícia nos pés. Vou à costureira ajustar minhas roupas que estão largas. Depilei o buço. Tenho que tirar foto 3x4 (¬¬).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs': Pesando 45.5kg. Já comi demais hoje. Então, vou me manter sem nada até amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485137954725442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SuCdJX6w3kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JAXHGYgW8yY/s400/Imagination_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire: So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling.&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/3368441834762978843-7887553508780224439?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7887553508780224439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7887553508780224439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7887553508780224439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7887553508780224439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SuCdJX6w3kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JAXHGYgW8yY/s72-c/Imagination_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-2336950823525648176</id><published>2009-10-20T13:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:01:51.611-02:00</updated><title type='text'>it could be a great suicide letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/St3sdLBbmkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E9jgi1cffEE/s1600-h/Kralya_1990_3_by_aprelka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727914578876994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/St3sdLBbmkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E9jgi1cffEE/s400/Kralya_1990_3_by_aprelka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem eu fui à escola. Não assisti nenhuma das aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje, nem mesmo ir à escola consegui. Não quero passar pelo dia de hoje, nem pelo amanhã. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nem pelo que vem depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não consigo olhar na cara das pessoas. Parece sempre que estão me julgando o tempo todo. Falando de mim. Sou um fracasso, uma decepção. A louca. Aquela que faz tudo errado. Isso me irrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo menos me irrita agora, que estou nessa 'agorafobia'. Trancada dentro de casa, sem estar mesmo dentro de casa. Só escutando minha mãe dizer: 'os seus concorrentes estão na sala de aula'; 'depois fica dizendo que sua irmã não vai passar no vestibular'. Não estou ligando pra isso no momento. Talvez daqui a uma hora ou duas já esteja. &lt;strong&gt;Sei lá&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou dizendo isso porque às vezes o que me irrita é a invisibilidade do meu ser. Essa coisa de não ser ninguém, de parecer não ser importante na vida dos outros. Simplesmente: &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt;! Simplesmente existir como mais um no meio de tantas outras pessoas, dizendo 'bom dia', 'boa tarde' e 'boa noite'. &lt;strong&gt;'Vivendo'&lt;/strong&gt; como uma &lt;strong&gt;'pessoa normal'&lt;/strong&gt;. Penso que essa pode ser uma das razões das minhas bebedeiras, cortes, NFs, gastos exagerados e besteiras - traduzindo: maneiras muito idiotas de se &lt;strong&gt;chamar atenção&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(chamar atenção para o que, exatamente? Por quê?)&lt;/span&gt;: preocupar as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que muitas vezes confio demais em todo o mundo; em quem devo e em quem não devo. Também sei que muitas vezes desconfio de todo o mundo, aí que está o maior problema. Começo a achar que meus pais e minha irmã conspiram contra mim. Que todos os meus amigos, sem nenhuma exceção, me odeiam, são falsos comigo, fingem se preocupar por mera educação. Porém, lá no fundo, bem lá no fundo, uma vez ou outra, eu consigo perceber que há pessoas que se preocupam mesmo comigo e que me amam. Aí eu me sinto mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olha que &lt;strong&gt;bosta&lt;/strong&gt; eu sou? Fazendo pessoas boas sofrerem por minha culpa? Sim, &lt;strong&gt;a culpa é só minha&lt;/strong&gt;. Afinal, depende só de mim a recuperação. Basta eu querer e lutar. Lutar é difícil. Querer, acreditem, também é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda essa minha flutuação de humor marca muito isso. Por exemplo, quando decidimos que minha mãe ficaria por conta dos meus remédios, achei ótimo, maravilhoso: assim, não haveria o risco de eu tomar vários comprimidos de uma vez só, como fizera antes. Hoje, já estou achando que essa foi a pior idéia possível. Quero muito me entupir de remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De verdade, acho que a depressão é a pior parte das flutuações. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ridiculamente falando, é como se um dementador te atacasse.&lt;/span&gt; Não é que você fica 'triste'. Literalmente, não há sentimento. Fica tudo &lt;strong&gt;vazio&lt;/strong&gt;. Não há vontade de viver, nem de morrer. Nem de falar, tomar banho, sair... A resposta para qualquer pergunta é 'Tanto faz.' Não importa se você está magro. Não importa se você está gordo. Não importa. E, sério, não sei se vou estar com a mesma opinião daqui a uma hora ou duas.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Nem sei se vou estar viva. Acho que sim, nunca sigo meus planos. Não tenho coragem de me jogar e tomar os remédios possíveis junto de todo o álcool possível não dá, já que o armário em que estão fica trancado. A chave fica com a minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas que é uma merda, é. Em uma semana estou cheia de planos, estudando para que tudo dê certo: vou estudar muito, passar na UFMG, me mudar para BH, ter um apartamento só meu, meu guarda-roupa, minhas roupas, meus cd's, meus dvd's, meu computador, meu quarto, minha independência. Em outra, eu fico em casa, sem querer saber de nada. -&lt;em&gt;Mas você tem que estudar! Você não quer ir pra BH?&lt;/em&gt; 'É. Sei lá.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E na outra semana, já quero ir pra todos os rocks, beijar quem for, vestir-me bem, sentir-me bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria mesmo é ser uma dessas meninas loiras, falsas ou não, do cabelo comprido, corpo bonito e saudável. Burras, que só pensam em academia, unha, micareta e boate de playboy. Pois é. Não sou assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas elas são normais. Não ficam passando por essas coisas. O maior problema delas é o rímel que acabou ou... nem consigo pensar em outro problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De qualquer forma, talvez acabe por aqui. Não vejo motivos para continuar. Só atrapalho a vida de todo mundo. Faço meus pais gastarem dinheiro comigo, faço eles (e muitas outras pessoas, diga-se de passagem) sofrerem por minha causa, fico causando problema atrás de problema e às vezes quero melhorar e às vezes, não. Simplesmente, não consigo querer. Controlar a sua mente não é tão fácil quanto parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No primeiro dia podem achar que fiz besteira. Mas depois acho que todo mundo vai perceber que o que fiz foi pra ajudar. Anyway, todo mundo vai chorar por um dia ou dois - bem menos do que eu os faria sofrer se continuasse viva, e ainda teria que assistir, sabendo: &lt;em&gt;a culpa é toda sua&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas vocês me conhecem, sabem que não vou fazer nada. É só mais uma das minhas vontades que vai passar, assim como todas as outras &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Amanhã, se eu estiver aqui ainda, vou estar estudando cheia de planos, falando de moda e engenharia de produção, da minha vida em BH, ou então falando da festa que vai ter dia 31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem sei por que to escrevendo isso aqui. Talvez seja só pra preocupar mais pessoas que nem tem nada a ver com isso. Talvez alguém se identifique. Talvez eu só me sinta mais a vontade pra escrever aqui. &lt;strong&gt;Sei lá&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love you all, don't worry ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't, but you should. do it. do it. do it.&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/3368441834762978843-2336950823525648176?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/2336950823525648176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=2336950823525648176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2336950823525648176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2336950823525648176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-could-be-great-suicide-letter.html' title='it could be a great suicide letter'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/St3sdLBbmkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E9jgi1cffEE/s72-c/Kralya_1990_3_by_aprelka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1952082163628199318</id><published>2009-10-18T11:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:10:15.599-02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is your world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/StshPp7xwgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EqLhN8xPCrk/s1600-h/np.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393941531544633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/StshPp7xwgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EqLhN8xPCrk/s400/np.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem fui ao shopping com a Nina, torrei muito dinheiro. MUITO. Espero não me arrepender depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa semana eu vou tentar ir à costureira para ajustar shorts e calças que ficaram largos em mim... Espero não me arrepender depois = espero não engordar depois e poder continuar usando, né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O foda é que a minha alimentação sempre depende do meu humor, que está sempre flutuando. Quando estou feliz, costumo não ligar muito pra essa coisa de corpo, e como sem me importar. Ou, quando estou preocupada com o corpo e feliz, sigo a dieta direitinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estou deprimida e não estou pensando no meu corpo, costumo ficar sem comer. A comida perde o gosto.. Na verdade, na depressão, tudo perde a graça. Mas, quando eu já estou ligando mais pra minha aparência e fico triste, me desato a comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estou com raiva: fico imprevisível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem vezes que quero ter o corpo de uma modelo. Tem vezes que quero ser do tipo 'gostosa'. Tem vezes que simplesmente paro de comer e nem mesmo sei o porquê. Isso tudo é tão complicado :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No momento, eu to meio deprê. Vou fazer meus trabalhos de tarde. Não quero almoçar, não quero falar com ninguém. Essa galera é muito escrota e eu sou muito idiota. E sei lá. Parece que eu to vazia. Não tenho muito o que dizer mais. Nem to mesmocom vontade de fazer meus trabalhos, nem de estudar, nem de dormir, nem de ver tv, nem de fazer nada.&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/3368441834762978843-1952082163628199318?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1952082163628199318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1952082163628199318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1952082163628199318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1952082163628199318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-your-world.html' title='this is your world'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/StshPp7xwgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EqLhN8xPCrk/s72-c/np.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-6627346256734205604</id><published>2009-10-12T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:41:18.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>here for the party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É, acho que voltei. Aliás, tenho certeza. Hoje eu vou me pesar e atualizar o perfil ali do lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero estar com 43 até o final da semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra quem me acompanha, estreiei o maiô ontem. Fui à praia, apesar de nem ter entrado no mar. Espero que tenha escondido bem os cuts na coxa e ninguém tenha reparado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, também terminei o namoro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conto tudo melhor outra hora, agora não to muito afim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só pra constar: acordei quase desmaiando de fome, comi duas fatias de pão de forma light sem casca com margarina becel e uma fatia de peito de frango defumado (100kcal) e minha avó já ligou avisando que vai ter chocolate na casa dela hoje de tarde ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijos. keep strong k3&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/3368441834762978843-6627346256734205604?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/6627346256734205604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=6627346256734205604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6627346256734205604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6627346256734205604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-for-party.html' title='here for the party'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1233163464548426222</id><published>2009-09-03T10:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:44:07.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>of moons, birds and monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp_GAqSGYmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUa6NzCanO8/s1600-h/264691_19_juli_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377234194756166242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp_GAqSGYmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUa6NzCanO8/s400/264691_19_juli_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Faltei aula hoje e estou estudando termodinâmica. Minha mãe quis tomar café comigo na mesa, ai comi meio pão de sal sem miolo puro e um copo de suco de laranja. Agora, que estou realmente estudando, to no nervosismo da porr* e acabei comendo duas barrinhas hershey's de cereal (114kcal cada, são cheias de chocolate). Como ontem fiquei só com 120kcal e nessa última semana, no dia que eu mais comi meu cardápio não passou de 600kcal, vou tentar repetir. Até agora, foram 309kcal, até o fim do dia, espero não passar de 400.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero sair dos 46 para cima, só se for para baixo. To gostando muito de como to ficando. To com muito medo do meu peso subir por causa de hoje, puta que o pariu. Vou beber um barril de água. E quem sabe jogar o almoço no lixo - odeio fazer isso, mas talvez seja necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E Lia, muito obrigada pela força x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijos, keep strong ♥&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/3368441834762978843-1233163464548426222?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1233163464548426222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1233163464548426222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1233163464548426222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1233163464548426222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-moons-birds-and-monsters.html' title='of moons, birds and monsters'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp_GAqSGYmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUa6NzCanO8/s72-c/264691_19_juli_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-8896716712081952196</id><published>2009-09-01T15:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:09:22.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nada não</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sério mesmo. Nada não. Mas um comentário: comprar biquíni é uma tarefa MUITO difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesse feriado, vou viajar com a minha família para um lugar aqui no estado mesmo. Lá tem algumas piscinas naturais e, na própria pousada há uma piscina. Surge minha mãe com a grande idéia: vamos comprar biquíni - pois eu só tem um, bem velhinho e feio. Eis a explicação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como ninguém aqui tem compromisso em ver fotos minhas, adianto-lhes: sou branca igual a coisa mais branca que você já viu. Não vou à praia. Sou gorda. Não quero que as outras pessoas me vejam com poucas roupas. Não quero que passem e digam 'como ela tem coragem de usar isso?' Então, pra que roupas de banho se não as uso? Em outubro, vou comemorar um ano de 'abstinência de mar e areia'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois bem, aceitei a idéia. Por dois motivos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1- Por conta dos remédios que estou tomando para depressão, ansiedade e estabilização do humor, tenho perdido o apetite, logo, tenho comido menos. Conclusão: emagreci uns 3 ou 4kg já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - Quando se vai ao shopping, nunca se compra uma coisa só :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp1wUMGKKeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rZQrJlFWTYQ/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577022296992226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp1wUMGKKeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rZQrJlFWTYQ/s320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realmente, não deu outra. Biquíni não dá. Comprei um maiô lindo (listrado). Só preciso emagrecer mais pra não tirar a beleza dele. Aí, quando eu emagrecer, pelo menos vou ter algo pra usar caso queira ir à piscina com as amigas - o que é diferente da praia e dos estranhos te julgando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acabei comprando também uma carteira (que eu realmente estava precisando), duas camisas na sessão masculina da riachuelo (mas vestiram bem em mim.. eu gosto de camisetas largas e sem ser no estilo babylook, e elas são lindas!) Comprei também um casaquinho e uma bata na Zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi só um desabafo. Agora, para completar um mega post, metas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1- Publicar um poket book com minhas poesias e crônicas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2- Passar no vestibular na UFMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3- Aprender a costurar, modelar e ter noções de estamparia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4- Me sentir bem com o meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5- Ter um quarto só meu. Com álbuns de fotografia e caixas com memórias organizadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6- Encontrar um presente plausível para o meu namorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7- Ter dinheiro pra poder ter as coisas que quero como quero se eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu avisei que não era nada.&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/3368441834762978843-8896716712081952196?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/8896716712081952196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=8896716712081952196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8896716712081952196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8896716712081952196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-nao.html' title='nada não'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sp1wUMGKKeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rZQrJlFWTYQ/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-5928818382346778326</id><published>2009-08-15T07:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:45:25.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- hm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gorda ou magra: que diferença faz? Quilos a menos são realmente capazes de me deixar mais feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho me aliviado todas as noite cortando as minhas pernas. Ontem, no horário da fluoxetina, tomei 5 vezes mais do que deveria. Por quê? Não sei. Não foi pra morrer porque 100mg é muito pouco pra isso. Talvez tenha sido na esperança de me sentir mais feliz. Talvez tenha sido um desejo doentio de me sentir mal, por causa dos efeitos colaterais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tenho uma festa pra ir. Não sei se eu vou. Na verdade, pra mim &lt;strong&gt;tanto faz&lt;/strong&gt;. Eu aqui, eu lá... Não importa. Estou vazia. Sem sentimentos ou emoções. Sem vontade de fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A única coisa que eu sei é que, de dreamland, isso aqui não tem nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-5928818382346778326?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/5928818382346778326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=5928818382346778326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5928818382346778326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5928818382346778326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/08/hm.html' title='- hm'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7998278983191785231</id><published>2009-08-12T18:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:26:50.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoMyA5v5H9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XyLjiTskdtQ/s1600-h/258173_DSC_4318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190171838848978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoMyA5v5H9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XyLjiTskdtQ/s320/258173_DSC_4318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lia, querida, espero mesmo que eu perca a fome e fique mais felizinha com os remédios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou me sentindo meio triste. Sinto também que deram uma arma em minhas mãos, porque a superdosagem do prozac e do olcadil podem matar hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To sem vontade de fazer as coisas. Vontade de entrar em coma, sei lá. A comida perdeu o gosto. Rir já não é tão fácil. Fingir já não é tão fácil. Espero que eu melhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 copo de suco de laranja(46kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 biscoito passatempo (60kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 colheres de arroz com feijão (75kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 fatias de tomate (20kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 colheres de beterraba (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TARDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 enroladinho de presento e queijo + 1 cornetto &lt;em&gt;(parabéns pra mim)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã isso não vai se repetir... Estou perdendo meu apetite, minha vontade de comer. Nem estou mais sentindo o gosto da comida. Acho que esse exagero foi uma vontade desesperada de sentir o gosto de alguma coisa. Que idiota, eu. Me sinto confusa. Fim.&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/3368441834762978843-7998278983191785231?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7998278983191785231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7998278983191785231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7998278983191785231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7998278983191785231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-me.html' title='kiss me'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoMyA5v5H9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XyLjiTskdtQ/s72-c/258173_DSC_4318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-8780431178987336074</id><published>2009-08-11T18:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:41:36.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>who loves the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoHleUekzUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7PT7m2IgMqw/s1600-h/264802_DSC04589edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368824539858128194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoHleUekzUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7PT7m2IgMqw/s400/264802_DSC04589edit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje foi a minha primeira consulta com a psiquiatra. Ela me passou Olcadil e Fluoxetina (Prozac). To me sentindo meio doida, sempre pensei que esses remédios fossem pra loucos. Bom, me parece que a louca agora sou eu. Espero que não me engordem e que me deixem mais calma. Não gosto das minhas crises e nem quero que elas continuem acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LF de gorda, 500kcal no máximo por dia, sendo que a partir das 17hrs eu já não como - comer de noite engorda mais. Pesei e estou com 49.5kg. Será que até segunda eu perco mais outro quilinho??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meio sem tempo pra comentar nos outros blogs hoje... &lt;em&gt;keep strong girls!&lt;/em&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/3368441834762978843-8780431178987336074?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/8780431178987336074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=8780431178987336074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8780431178987336074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8780431178987336074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-loves-sun.html' title='who loves the sun'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SoHleUekzUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7PT7m2IgMqw/s72-c/264802_DSC04589edit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-3036487600131740777</id><published>2009-08-10T19:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:29:02.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>girl talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero ser bonita e magra. Ontem, em pleno dia dos pais, briguei com o meu pai. Quero ser bonita e magra. Estou estudando muito pra passar no vestibular. Quero ser bonita e magra. Ainda naquela coisa de não jantar e evitar nojentices e gordurices, e &lt;em&gt;a gorda aqui ainda diz que quer ser bonita e magra&lt;/em&gt;. Cabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-3036487600131740777?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/3036487600131740777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=3036487600131740777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3036487600131740777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3036487600131740777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-talk.html' title='girl talk'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1586556924027725765</id><published>2009-08-09T15:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:53:18.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cat in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sn8bCV_IAjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKT21_C6118/s1600-h/265010_editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368039007924519474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sn8bCV_IAjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKT21_C6118/s400/265010_editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho conseguido dormir. Minha banha me sufoca. Só penso nisso. Aliás, ela não me deixa esquecer, né. O tempo todo está comigo: no meu rosto, na minha barriga, no meu braço, nas minhas pernas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela me acompanha e isso é o que mais dói, porque eu sei que ela não deveria estar aqui! Dói ter que comer. Dói. Dói ver o mundo em volta emagrecer e eu ficar sempre parada no mesmo lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pior de tudo é que a minha vontade de morar sozinha (= passar no vestibular na UFMG) é muito grande. E pra isso, eu tenho que estudar. Como já diz minha mãe: barriga vazia = cabeça não funciona! Apesar de ter sido minha mãe quem disse, isso é verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus planos? nenhum não. Só parar de jantar e parar de comer carne vermelha. Acho que deve adiantar alguma coisa. Foi o único jeito que eu pensei de unir meus maiores desejos: passar no vestibular e emagrecer.&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/3368441834762978843-1586556924027725765?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1586556924027725765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1586556924027725765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1586556924027725765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1586556924027725765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-in-sun.html' title='cat in the sun'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sn8bCV_IAjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKT21_C6118/s72-c/265010_editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-8012844640333926282</id><published>2009-07-25T08:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:01:03.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Smrz5ES0cTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gIsb6QvWlEY/s1600-h/26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366468068766002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Smrz5ES0cTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gIsb6QvWlEY/s320/26m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem eu comi cinco sushis de salmão e cinco hots filadélfia. Hoje, espero não comer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por mais que a balança diga que eu estou perdendo peso, eu não vejo a diferença!! Isso já está começando a me deixar com raiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra coisa que me deixa com raiva são as minhas amigas magras que comem e não engordam. As duas mais magras comeram 20 e 30 peças!! Como isso é possível? Uma delas ainda virou pra mim depois pra dizer que a Coca Zero que eu tomei foi uma escolha errada já que eu to tentando emagrecer. &lt;strong&gt;WTF? O que ela tem a ver com isso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Também fico com raiva quando sonho que estou comendo e que é muito mais fácil ser gorda mesmo. Mais fácil é, mas não significa que eu estaria mais feliz! Droga de sonhos!&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/3368441834762978843-8012844640333926282?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/8012844640333926282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=8012844640333926282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8012844640333926282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8012844640333926282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title='ok'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Smrz5ES0cTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gIsb6QvWlEY/s72-c/26m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-3699717475927029120</id><published>2009-07-23T08:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:19:54.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>get up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem fez NF bonito de 34 horas? EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem estragou tudo hoje de manhã? EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem vai estudar o dia inteiro e nem tocar em comida, porque a sensação de se sentir mais magra não tem preço? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-3699717475927029120?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/3699717475927029120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=3699717475927029120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3699717475927029120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3699717475927029120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-up.html' title='get up'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7943252244630674069</id><published>2009-07-22T07:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:21:55.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmbzjqQiGTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ckVfXR1cNuI/s1600-h/262861_dwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240200395757874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmbzjqQiGTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ckVfXR1cNuI/s400/262861_dwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmbyACOza1I/AAAAAAAAADw/xUnjMRCToKs/s1600-h/264169_P1040854OMGOMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tive compulsão por chocolate ontem de tarde. Comi um picolé Talento de Avelãs. Sim. Sim, e depois eu comi salgadinhos. Sim, comi um pedaço (pequeno, pelo menos) de bolo de chocolate. Por outro lado, nunca caguei tanto em toda minha vida (viva a bulimia atípica e meu denyl)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje? Estudar, ver filme com o namorado e &lt;strong&gt;NF&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;As somebody once said &lt;strong&gt;there's a difference between a failure and a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fiasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure. But a fiasco...A fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions. A fiasco is a folktale told to others that makes other people feel more alive because it didn't happened to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Claire: So you failed. Alright &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you really failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then &lt;strong&gt;have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ELIZABETHTOWN)&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/3368441834762978843-7943252244630674069?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7943252244630674069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7943252244630674069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7943252244630674069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7943252244630674069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiasco.html' title='fiasco'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmbzjqQiGTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ckVfXR1cNuI/s72-c/262861_dwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7381700814505950519</id><published>2009-07-21T06:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:21:27.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>skeleton song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje é aniversário da minha irmã. Minha mãe encomendou uns salgadinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmWGl8CoyEI/AAAAAAAAADo/nsd3lcjFhXQ/s1600-h/259780_IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360838917784913986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmWGl8CoyEI/AAAAAAAAADo/nsd3lcjFhXQ/s320/259780_IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ela mesma vai fazer um bolo de chocolate para a família e algumas amigas da sis. Não quero comer. Não vou comer. Tenho que dar um jeito de escapar dessa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cardápio de ontem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 copo de leite desnatado com duas colheres de toddy (145kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 2 colheres de arroz (68kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 tomate (20kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;5 ovos de codorna (33kcal CADA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;JANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- salada de cenoura, tomate, pedacinhos de queijo e peito de peru defumado (?kcal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei, foram bem mais que 400kcal. Mas hoje é um novo dia e eu irei comer bem menos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;together we are invencible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-7381700814505950519?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7381700814505950519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7381700814505950519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7381700814505950519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7381700814505950519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/skeleton-song.html' title='skeleton song'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmWGl8CoyEI/AAAAAAAAADo/nsd3lcjFhXQ/s72-c/259780_IMG_0763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-6036806934405381396</id><published>2009-07-20T05:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:11:00.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu e a insonia de novo. Porque se alguém acorda, em plenas férias, às 5hrs da manhã e não consegue dormir mais, isso não pode ser normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Novidades sobre o peso: voltei a estaca zero. Mas, no meu caso, isso é bom. &lt;strong&gt;Sabe por quê?&lt;/strong&gt; Pois eu estava mais gorda do que nunca e, se todos + a balança dizem que estou com 49.9kg, significa que eu estava pior antes! Então, hoje começa a minha definitivamente a minha dieta de férias. BRINDE: desafio "como enganar sua mãe para pular refeições!" HAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu PRECISO voltar às aulas com PELO MENOS 44/45kg. Chegar aos 40kg ou menos, &lt;strong&gt;POR ENQUANTO&lt;/strong&gt;, será apenas um capricho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, cardápio de ontem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 copo de água de coco natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 2 colheres de arroz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 tomate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- alguns pedacinhos de um bife médio de fígado (não devia chegar a 100g, como as tabelas calóricas indicam...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TARDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 copo de água de coco natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOITE (FESTA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acabei me descontrolando umpouquinho e comi alguns pedacinhos de bolo de chocolate comum (sem cobertura nem recheio). Porém, poderia ter sido pior! Não derramei uma gota de álcool na boca e fiquei só na coca zero! Olha que lá ainda havia cachorro quente e outras coisas engordativas e eu não comi. &lt;em&gt;[Adoro forçar otimismo hahaha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360467098561992018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmQ0bNf01VI/AAAAAAAAADg/lFaTnXDmrWM/s400/look+book+2.JPG" border="0" /&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/3368441834762978843-6036806934405381396?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/6036806934405381396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=6036806934405381396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6036806934405381396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6036806934405381396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title='yeah'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmQ0bNf01VI/AAAAAAAAADg/lFaTnXDmrWM/s72-c/look+book+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-6916971885388811798</id><published>2009-07-19T06:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:27:35.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>paper bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, são sete horas da manhã e eu já estou de pé. Claro, fui dormir as 20:00hrs ontem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem eu tive uma crise de ansiedade ou sei lá, só sei que fui parar no hospital porque minha língua enrolava e eu não estava respirando direito. :/ Agora, além de fazer acompanhamento com a psicanalista, vou ter que freqüentar um psiquiatra também. :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, depois que tudo isso passou, fui cortar o cabelo. *---* Ficou tão lindo! hahah Tirando que minha franja ficou mais curta do que eu queria.. ¬¬ Maaas, cabelo cresce! Ah! É a minha tia que corta o meu cabelo.. Cheguei lá e ela disse que eu estava magérrima! Acho que os oftamologistas estão ficando cada dia mais pobres, só pode! hauhauhuahui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto ao dia de hoje, só tenho a dizer que tenho uma super festa julina pra ir e que vai ter muita bebida mas eu pretendo não tomar nada! Como hoje vou ter que almoçar em casa, já viu né.. Mas vou tentar me controlar, afinal, amanhã control mode is on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360110494839926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmLwGJHG7kI/AAAAAAAAADY/HQQ_8gaFaWE/s400/261536_yo_yo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said: it's all in your head;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and I said: so is everything; but he didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-6916971885388811798?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/6916971885388811798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=6916971885388811798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6916971885388811798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/6916971885388811798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/paper-bag.html' title='paper bag'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SmLwGJHG7kI/AAAAAAAAADY/HQQ_8gaFaWE/s72-c/261536_yo_yo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-2840138700036984808</id><published>2009-07-18T07:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:14:15.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>riga girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Postando bem rápido porque estou de saída para um simulado de física D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CARDÁPIO DE ONTEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Café-da-manhã:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- um copo de leite desnatado com toddy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- meio pão de sal sem miolo com meia fatia de queijo e meia fatia de peito de peru defumado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almoço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 2 colheres de arroz com feijão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- uma colher de beterraba;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 3 fatias de tomate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- um pedaço de frango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lanche da Tarde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-2 copos de água de coco aritificiais (17kcal cada).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FIM. Amanhã começa a minha super dieta de férias *---*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-2840138700036984808?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/2840138700036984808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=2840138700036984808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2840138700036984808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2840138700036984808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/riga-girls.html' title='riga girls'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-5154860724143359547</id><published>2009-07-15T19:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:26:56.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>like Dylan in the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sl5XitHYvrI/AAAAAAAAACw/HQzX1QtQLkc/s1600-h/beeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358816860355215026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sl5XitHYvrI/AAAAAAAAACw/HQzX1QtQLkc/s320/beeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem o meu namorado foi estudar comigo na escola. Ele disse que eu estou mais magra. Não acreditei, óbvio! Ele é o meu namorado e vive me elogiando! Detalhe: adora minhas pernas grossas ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pooooooorém, uma amiga minha de longe está aqui na cidade. Encontrei com ela hoje e ela também disse que emagreci. Fiquei muito feliz, apesar de ainda não me ver magra :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O melhor disso tudo é que eu não estou fazendo NF, LF ou exercícios físicos: eu simplesmente perdi o apetite! Estou comendo menos porque não tenho sentido fome e, quando sinto, geralmente não tenho muita vontade de comer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anciosa pra chegada das férias pra eu poder emagrecer de vez e fica linda *-------*&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/3368441834762978843-5154860724143359547?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/5154860724143359547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=5154860724143359547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5154860724143359547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/5154860724143359547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-dylan-in-movies.html' title='like Dylan in the movies'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Sl5XitHYvrI/AAAAAAAAACw/HQzX1QtQLkc/s72-c/beeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7883080282395234119</id><published>2009-07-13T15:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:47:20.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Slt8ZJldxCI/AAAAAAAAACo/M0GPW67cW0g/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358012953198969890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Slt8ZJldxCI/AAAAAAAAACo/M0GPW67cW0g/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;peguei nojinho de comida. sério. parei de comer descontroladamente. decidi que eu quero me olhar no espelho. decidi que quero me olhar e gostar daquilo que vejo. ainda bem que dia 18 eu entro de férias e ai já vou poder fazer uma dieta rígida - porque vamos combina que é quase impossível conciliar NF com estudos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;01 - Que horas são? 15:24hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;02 - Nome? Letícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;03 - Quantidade de velas no teu último aniversário? 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;04 - Tatuagens? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;05- Gostaria de fazer? sim. escreveria no meu pescoço, bem pequenininho: freedom, beauty, truth and LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;05- Piercings? não, mas sou dois por uma argolinha no nariz *---*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;06- Já ficou bêbada? what!? never, risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;07 - Já chorou por alguém? my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;08 - Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;09- Peixe ou carne? peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 - Música preferida? Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11- Cerveja ou Champanhe? José Cuervo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12 - Metade cheio ou Metade vazio? qual o conteúdo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13- Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados? estampados e lindos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14 - Filme preferido? Elizabethtown, Moulin Rouge, Em Busca da Terra do Nunca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15- Flor(es)? rosas vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16 - Coca-Cola simples ou com gelo? tanto faz desde que seja 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17 - Quem dos teus amigos vive mais longe? ana :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;18 - Melhor amigo(a)? meu namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;19 - Qual a figura do seu mouse-pad? nem tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20 - Pior sentimento do mundo? inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21- Melhor sentimento do mundo? amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;22- O que uma pessoa não pode ter para ficar com você? ciúme excessivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;23- Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar? nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;24 Qual o último pensamento antes de dormir? amanhã tem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;25- Se pudesse ser outra pessoa, quem seria? uma garota que eu conheço que é magra, linda, tá fazendo uns trabalhos como modelo e vai pra holanda anoq ue vem :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;26 - O que você nunca tira? meu brinco do segundo furo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;27- Uma frase: if you never try, then you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;28- Apelidos que seus amigos te deram: EMO (tenho cabelo preto e franja, eu não sou emo de verdade hauhaah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;29- Um objeto: cadernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;30- Um mês: dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;31- O que ta pensando agora: ainda tá na metade e eu devis estar estudando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;32- Uma língua: francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;33- Um pecado: gula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;34- Um animal: leões (ainda vou ter um!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;35- Um signo: sagitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;36- Um lugar: CEFETES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;37- Um cheiro: o do meu namorado :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;38- Uma parte do corpo em nós: ossos contam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;39- Uma parte do corpo de um namorado: eeeer :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;40-Um verbo: amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;41- Um estação: primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;42- Um instrumento musical: piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;43- Uma bebida: água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;44- Uma fruta: maçã verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;45- Uma comida: salada da minha mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;46- um dia do ano: 20/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;47- Um dia da semana: sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;48- Um brinquedo: patins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;49- Uma roupa: estilosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;50- Uma dúvida: sou capaz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;51- Um medo: receber um não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;52- Uma divisão da casa: escritório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;53- Um produto de maquilhagem: blush rosinha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;54- Um feriado: natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;55- Uma nota musical: oi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;56- Um pedido a quem vc gosta: sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;57- Um profissão: estilista *---*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;58- Uma qualidade: honestidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;59- Um defeito: sinceridade excessiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;60- Diga, você é feliz?! (espaço para resposta)&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/3368441834762978843-7883080282395234119?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7883080282395234119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7883080282395234119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7883080282395234119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7883080282395234119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/07/samson.html' title='samson'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Slt8ZJldxCI/AAAAAAAAACo/M0GPW67cW0g/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-2548572988940206874</id><published>2009-06-17T17:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:04:45.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjlaAiTVIxI/AAAAAAAAACg/yZfQIUlA4SU/s1600-h/00000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348404997733557010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjlaAiTVIxI/AAAAAAAAACg/yZfQIUlA4SU/s320/00000.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o dia não foi bem como o esperado. Queria um NF mas não deu muito certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RECREIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma mão de biscoito cebolinha (kill me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Três pedaços de um tablete baton de cookies (KILL ME).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde então não comi mais nada. Pretendo continuar sem nada. Ah, e comprei Trident - não tava aguentando mais ficar sem mastigar nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que me fode é que eu acabo tomando muito refri nesses NF / NF com porcarias. Me sustenta sem nenhuma caloria. OK, mas dá celulite D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, também estou começando o processo de pesquisar sobre as universidades que eu quero fazer mais os argumentos que eu tenho que usar com meus pais para eu fazer moda *----* Torçam por mim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep strong ♥&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/3368441834762978843-2548572988940206874?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/2548572988940206874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=2548572988940206874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2548572988940206874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2548572988940206874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-around.html' title='waiting around'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjlaAiTVIxI/AAAAAAAAACg/yZfQIUlA4SU/s72-c/00000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-7781018533944662670</id><published>2009-06-16T19:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:45:35.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>little bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passando só pra dizer que cumpri o NF hoje e espero continuar amanhã. To muito empolgada com isso. Emagreço e ainda economizo o dinheiro do almoço :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3368441834762978843-7781018533944662670?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/7781018533944662670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=7781018533944662670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7781018533944662670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/7781018533944662670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bird.html' title='little bird'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-8508428326575163312</id><published>2009-06-15T19:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:57:01.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não vale a pena dizer o quanto eu comi nesse feriado. O que está valendo é a minha vontade de emagrecer. Minha vontade de não ter mais que suar roupas largas. Minha vontade de poder trocar de roupa em frente a outras pessoas. Minha vontade de ir à piscina sem me preocupar o que outras pessoas estão pensando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero que pensem: "como ela tem coragem de usar isso?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero que pensem: "será que ela pensa que está bonita?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero me sentir bem, e eu sei que não estou bem assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou lutar com os meus pais para estudar moda, que é o que eu quero desde sempre. Eu quero parar de tentar me convencer de que eu posso ser médica, jornalista, engenheira ou que seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou, a partir de hoje, fazer o que eu já devia ter começado a fazer há muito! &lt;strong&gt;Vou começar a lutar para ser/ter o que eu quero!&lt;/strong&gt; Por que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347691983034026146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjbRhnjyiKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H1b59AMwCA4/s400/ddddbra%C3%A7ooooooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'if she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back'&lt;/em&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/3368441834762978843-8508428326575163312?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/8508428326575163312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=8508428326575163312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8508428326575163312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/8508428326575163312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-storm.html' title='song of the storm'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjbRhnjyiKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H1b59AMwCA4/s72-c/ddddbra%C3%A7ooooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-2933029474939401146</id><published>2009-06-11T22:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:41:01.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>edit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjGxLxGltdI/AAAAAAAAACI/va_99vGu3wc/s1600-h/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346249048383141330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjGxLxGltdI/AAAAAAAAACI/va_99vGu3wc/s400/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem, na casa da Dee, apesar de eu ter fechado a boca no aniversário, eu acabei comendo umas balinhas, doritos e nutella :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apesar disso, eis o cardápio de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;!! Estou feliz de ter completado um NF hoje. Até porque amanhã eu vou ter que jantar com meu namorado :/ Tomara que eu não exagere e que ele não encha o saco... Inclusive, hoje consegui até recusar chocolate dele! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep strong x3&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/3368441834762978843-2933029474939401146?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/2933029474939401146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=2933029474939401146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2933029474939401146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/2933029474939401146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/edit.html' title='edit'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjGxLxGltdI/AAAAAAAAACI/va_99vGu3wc/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1488421079768630446</id><published>2009-06-10T17:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:58:57.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>walking with a ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjAcWXPKgoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zCDfgFw_fHk/s1600-h/hk+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345803928209097346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjAcWXPKgoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zCDfgFw_fHk/s320/hk+legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje vou postar mais cedo porque daqui apouco eu já tenho que me arrumar pro aniversário de um primo e ainda arrumar as minhas coisas pra ir dormir na casa da Dee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha avó acabou sendo internada hoje. Ela chegou bem perto de um infarto. To meio triste com isso, mas to tentando não deixar isso abalar o meu compromisso com a dieta... :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAFÉ-DA-MANHÃ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 200ml de laranjada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/strong&gt; (Camila tava em casa ¬¬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 colher de arroz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 2 fatias de tomate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; fui para o salão me depilar e fazer unha e, depois, fui pra casa de vovô para fazer companhia (ele tem problema de pulmão, então não é bom deixá-lo sozinho). acabei tendo que comer lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 club social recheado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- meio copo de suco de uva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 1 paçoquinha (kill me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu primo, o do aniversário, tá fazendo 10 anos. Festa de criança.. já viu, né!? Vou ter que prestar muita atenção e ter muita força de vontade - coisas que não faltam, ainda mais pq percebi que a minha barriga diminui um poquinho (bem pouquinho mesmo) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, hoje tem tequila na casa da Dee e doce. A tequila eu não vou beber muito (até porque, como pretendo ficar sem comer mais hoje, vai fazer efeito mais rápido (6)), agora, os doces, NO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep strong x3&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/3368441834762978843-1488421079768630446?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1488421079768630446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1488421079768630446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1488421079768630446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1488421079768630446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/walking-with-ghost.html' title='walking with a ghost'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SjAcWXPKgoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zCDfgFw_fHk/s72-c/hk+legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-1775678839871068033</id><published>2009-06-09T19:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:43:38.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Força de Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si7kPT3E7EI/AAAAAAAAABw/XedWbHsVo80/s1600-h/oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345460759415811138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si7kPT3E7EI/AAAAAAAAABw/XedWbHsVo80/s320/oi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu estou muito animada pra perder peso! Pra me livrar das minhas banhas nojentas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais me animou foi saber que uma menina que eu costumava andar está um palito! Palito, que eu digo, não é: aquela menina precisa se internar. Palito que eu digo é: modelos com ossos aparecendo que todo mundo acha ser "magro demais" e eu acho lindo... Acreditem: ela era gorda. E, por ser minha amiga há uns dois anos atrás, eu disse pra ela: você precisa emagrecer - não me culpem, ela me perguntou, eu disse. Sem contar que ela estava tomando dois copos de suplemento por dia sem ir malhar - quem não engorda fazendo isso??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, hoje eu comi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 300ml de laranjada;&lt;br /&gt;- Meio pão francês sem miolo com pouca margarina e uma fatia de presunto de chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 litro quase de coca zero (não me matem, refil do burguer king).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCHE DA TARDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 sushis de salmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vai pro lixo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep strong x3&lt;/em&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/3368441834762978843-1775678839871068033?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/1775678839871068033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=1775678839871068033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1775678839871068033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/1775678839871068033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/forca-de-vontade.html' title='Força de Vontade'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si7kPT3E7EI/AAAAAAAAABw/XedWbHsVo80/s72-c/oi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368441834762978843.post-3147619884008115710</id><published>2009-06-08T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:31:35.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si2UGLb2_MI/AAAAAAAAABg/lCPU8zo8vSs/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345091166628412610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si2UGLb2_MI/AAAAAAAAABg/lCPU8zo8vSs/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Começando o diário hoje com a ana :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretendia ficar só com líquidos, mas o maldito TCAP atacou de novo. Vou tentar olhar pelo lado positivo porque, pelo menos, não comi tanto que nem ontem (o que seria impossível, senão eu explodiria). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAFÉ DA MANHÃ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 300ml de laranjada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 200ml de água de coco artificial (muito gostosa e tem apenas 17kcal :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOÇO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 200ml de água de coco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Note: Luisa comendo chocolate do meu lado, eu resisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCHE DA TARDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- meio pacote de pingo de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- meio pacote de passatempo :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odeio o primeiro dia de qualquer jejum. É o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã eu vou tentar não cometer esse pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Combinei com uma amiga minha lá da escola de tomar franol. Tomara que a gente consiga comprar, to precisando!&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/3368441834762978843-3147619884008115710?l=sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/feeds/3147619884008115710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3368441834762978843&amp;postID=3147619884008115710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3147619884008115710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3368441834762978843/posts/default/3147619884008115710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenhungrytigers.blogspot.com/2009/06/comecando-o-diario-hoje-com-ana.html' title='Track 1'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404014053033052695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/SixRVZMQukI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uh58eruparw/S220/l%C3%A9a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjzMml0SY3g/Si2UGLb2_MI/AAAAAAAAABg/lCPU8zo8vSs/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
