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href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2227309694068486615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2227309694068486615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2227309694068486615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2011/09/teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-1009662163176814852</id><published>2011-01-28T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:54:21.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you just broke my heart today telling me what you told me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that you are everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for giving up all my biggest dreams just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i depend on you 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for loving you more than it's possible and dreaming about you every day and wanting&lt;br /&gt;to me with you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for missing you the entire day... all the time that i'm without you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry... it's just too hard to understand life without you... to pass through it.&lt;br /&gt;i did all i wanted to do... i'm done... all i wanted was to be with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i'm the most jealous person on earth... but baby, you make me&lt;br /&gt;lose my head, go crazy, be nuts... and my world is all about you.&lt;br /&gt;everything you want, you need, you ask for...&lt;br /&gt;you know when someone really loves you if this person is able to give up&lt;br /&gt;it's deepest dream just to be with the loved one.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i have been doing. all i want is to be with you, right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i act up for every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;but honey, i'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;i lost faith in love until i met you.&lt;br /&gt;until i met you i didn't think love as possible.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that it was crazy to love someone the way i love you.&lt;br /&gt;that it was insane to be happier than ever only with this one person.&lt;br /&gt;and i was pretty sure i found my prince charming. you are pretty much&lt;br /&gt;everything i've ever asked for.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just let things go the way they are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't. &lt;br /&gt;i'm here crying because you are not by my side... because you are not here&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;because i know you don't love me they way i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't want to be with me now... and oh baby, it hurts, it hurts so&lt;br /&gt;much that it's physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;a stupid message fucked up everything we had during these 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;i've traveled all around, i've met a lot of people, i've done so many things...&lt;br /&gt;but nothing was as good as being with you... knowing that someone really loves&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;now i just want to disappear... and i wish i couldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i love you too much to fucking lose you. &lt;br /&gt;i know that if i lose you it will be all the same again, and i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to be right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;i really do love you f.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-1009662163176814852?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/1009662163176814852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=1009662163176814852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1009662163176814852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1009662163176814852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-just-broke-my-heart-today-telling.html' 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own&lt;br /&gt;And you will miss it oh so much&lt;br /&gt;And you will wait for its return&lt;br /&gt;And you will wish it were your own&lt;br /&gt;But ideas that left never come back home&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your secret to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Because ideas are vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you say your ideas out loud&lt;br /&gt;Then they can go and live on their own without you&lt;br /&gt;And you will miss them oh so bad&lt;br /&gt;And you will wait for their return&lt;br /&gt;And you will wish they were your own&lt;br /&gt;But ideas that left will never come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3060381480772102577?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3060381480772102577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-699335477072126738</id><published>2009-12-02T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:55:45.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I'm on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of not wanting to feel this way anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I will still try to learn my lessons&lt;br /&gt;There's no mistakes anyway&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-699335477072126738?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-585799182480642435</id><published>2009-12-02T23:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:55:07.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that you should know&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better every day&lt;br /&gt;I'm only waiting if you stay&lt;br /&gt;So don't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was an illusion&lt;br /&gt;And you're as loyal as your faith&lt;br /&gt;Will let you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your expectation&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to live without&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better every day&lt;br /&gt;And emptiness still leaves a space&lt;br /&gt;So don't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;You lost all your emotion&lt;br /&gt;And may you find all your relations&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-585799182480642435?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/585799182480642435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=585799182480642435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/585799182480642435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/585799182480642435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-it-coming-i-just-thought-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2825807210232531982</id><published>2009-12-02T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:13:53.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I see you out sometimes by coincidence&lt;br /&gt;Been reading about you, I know where you've been&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I liked you and I think of you&lt;br /&gt;So much to tell you, to fill you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's right to call you a friend&lt;br /&gt;I remember your eyes, they made me way too late&lt;br /&gt;Now if I'm standing at a party waiting for the train&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there, can't wait till we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want you to lead me&lt;br /&gt;To lead me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I have to find you&lt;br /&gt;It's time I see you&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were alone&lt;br /&gt;And it was late at night&lt;br /&gt;I met you at a party&lt;br /&gt;It was a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear you talking&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;And then you left without me&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that where you go&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2825807210232531982?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/2825807210232531982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2825807210232531982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2825807210232531982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2825807210232531982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-see-you-out-sometimes-by-coincidence.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7094408845640690252</id><published>2009-06-23T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:54:21.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne alguém?</title><content type='html'>Depois de umas taças de champagne ela virou pra mim e falou:&lt;br /&gt;-Sabe Raíssa, a primeira impressão que as pessoas têm de você é totalmente diferente da verdadeira Raíssa. A verdadeira Raíssa é dificíl de se ver, de entender. A pessoa que a gente descobre é uma pessoa muito boa de coração que quer o bem dos outros e é capaz de amar de verdade, o mais puro e verdadeiro amor reconhecendo as pessoas por dentro. Sejam elas amigos, familiares ou amantes. Acredite Raíssa seu amor é puro como de uma criança. Se você gosta, você gosta de verdade verdadeira, aquele gostar que você até baixa seu orgulho e Raíssa, quem te conhece sabe o relacionamento entre você e seu orgulho. Quando você gosta de verdade, você abre mão de inúmeras coisas pra não entrar em discussão e sempre estar com a pessoa amada. Sabe Raíssa, sortudos são os que você ama. Mas vou parar por aqui que acho que bebi demais.&lt;br /&gt;E eu falei:&lt;br /&gt;-Também acho.&lt;br /&gt;E ela terminou assim:&lt;br /&gt;-Não se esqueça, você é uma mulher forte e que (ainda) tem amor para com as pessoas e acredita no potêncial das pessoas... sejam elas amigos, conhecidos, familiares, amantes... você ama, você se joga de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;E eu terminei:&lt;br /&gt;-Champagne alguém?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7094408845640690252?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7094408845640690252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7094408845640690252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7094408845640690252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7094408845640690252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/06/champagne-alguem.html' title='Champagne alguém?'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-3970630811469522286</id><published>2009-05-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:31:32.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWS AQUI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Mars Volta (April, 2008 - Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Hives (May, 2008 - Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Spinto Band (May, 2008 - Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rilo Kiley (May, 2008 - Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Kooks (June, 2008 - Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Virgins (June, 2008 - Nylon Summer Tour, Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- She Wants Revenge (June, 2008 - Nylon Summer Tour Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Blondie (June, 2008 - Summerfest, Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Matisyahu (June, 2008 - Summerfest, Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Wailers (July, 2008 - Summerfest Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Bravery (July, 2008 - Summerfest, Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Black Keys (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Gogol Bordello (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Cat Power (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Bloc Party (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Radiohead (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Foals (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- MGMT (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Booka Shade (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Uffie (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Broken Social Scene (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Wilco (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rage Against the Machine (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Brazilian Girls (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Chromeo (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Girl Talk (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The National (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Kanye West (August, 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago, IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Foo Fighters (August, 2008 - Harley Davidson Fest, Milwaukee, WI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Hot Chip (September, 2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Goldfrapp (September, 2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- CSS (September, 2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Justice (September, 2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Kings of Leon (October, 2008 - San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Death Cab fo Cutie (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Wilco (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Smashing Pumpkin (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Norah Jones (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Jack Johnson (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Neil Young (October, 2008 - Bridge School Benefit Concert, Mountain View, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Natalie Portman's Shaved Head (November, 2008 - San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Faith (November, 2008 - San Francisco, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Franz Ferdinand (December, 2008 - LIVE 105, Oakland, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Death Cab fo Cutie (December, 2008 - LIVE 105, Oakland, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Bloc Party (December, 2008 - LIVE 105, Oakland, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Killers (December, 2008 - LIVE 105, Oakland, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Dan Deacon (April, 2009 - San Francisco, CA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra vir? No Doubt e The Sounds e mais 2 lindos festivais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3970630811469522286?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3970630811469522286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=3970630811469522286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3970630811469522286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3970630811469522286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/05/shows-aqui.html' title='SHOWS AQUI.'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-637311554519793639</id><published>2009-05-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:26:36.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XIXI NO BANHO?</title><content type='html'>Ok, ninguém lê esse blog anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, hoje meu amigo Raphael me mandou um link no orkut http://www.xixinobanho.org.br/&lt;br /&gt;e eu pensei: xixi no banho? oi?&lt;br /&gt;Eis que eu entrei no site e me apaixonei, a música é uma gracinha, o design demais, o site é uma belezinha (odeio escrever no diminutivo mas beleza ia ser estranho).&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a proposta do site é sobre meio-ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Falando para as pessoas fazerem xixi no banho, de preferência no começo, pois assim você economiza uma descarga por dia, imagina todo mundo que você conhece e por aí vai... quanta água por dia não economizaremos?&lt;br /&gt;Além de responder perguntas frequêntes sobre o assunto, e dar mais dicas sobre como ajudar no meio ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Clica &lt;a href="http://www.xixinobanho.org.br/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, vale a pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-637311554519793639?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/637311554519793639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=637311554519793639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/637311554519793639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/637311554519793639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/05/xixi-no-banho.html' title='XIXI NO BANHO?'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-8539696911222203282</id><published>2009-05-18T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:07:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A slack jaw and single, heavy thud of my heart as I look between them&lt;br /&gt;and realise the events that will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A gulp as I swallow my fantasies for him and bury them deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A shrug as I shake off any unjust and un-entitled feelings of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;that threaten to cloud her in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;" Its fine," I hear my brain whisper softly to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;"He's not yours and she is great"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Crying would feel good, but I can't muster a single sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I wade through my pain with a bittersweet smile on my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My love for him has long seemed unrealistic, but I had hooked my heart&lt;br /&gt;on these silly dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;She is an easy friend. Funny, beautiful, social and sparky.&lt;br /&gt;He obviously has seen this in her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Shame he never saw it in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Crashing into new realities hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be me some years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and have no idea how to love again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask:&lt;br /&gt;How old is love?&lt;br /&gt;How hard is love?&lt;br /&gt;What's love all about?&lt;br /&gt;Does is hurt more than it hurted before?&lt;br /&gt;Is it nice?&lt;br /&gt;Is it warm?&lt;br /&gt;Is it sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange?&lt;br /&gt;How do you find love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it to hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;And than someone just tells me: wait and you will find out with time.&lt;br /&gt;The tome makes sense at all...&lt;br /&gt;But you, I'm tired of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-8539696911222203282?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/8539696911222203282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=8539696911222203282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/8539696911222203282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/8539696911222203282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='love?'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-897439680897373441</id><published>2009-05-03T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:33:27.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to spend my day/night doing list, I'm SUCH a list person, actually I made a list of everything!&lt;br /&gt;E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, concerts, lovers, future, courses, things I like, places, even my future kids names, things that I wanna buy for my future house, kinda sick sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My host mom comes into my room and see all of those weird lists, look at me and tell me: OH OCD, you crack me up, smiles and go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, isn't this old guy cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/Sf1V5g4IiQI/AAAAAAAACNM/380RLzj7qpI/s1600-h/002_24a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/Sf1V5g4IiQI/AAAAAAAACNM/380RLzj7qpI/s200/002_24a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331511980442814722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-897439680897373441?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/897439680897373441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=897439680897373441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/897439680897373441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/897439680897373441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/05/satellite-of-love-oh-lou-reed.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/Sf1V5g4IiQI/AAAAAAAACNM/380RLzj7qpI/s72-c/002_24a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-57212871218681955</id><published>2009-05-03T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:03:58.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 GARANTIDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lollapalooza.com/assets/images/lineup/2009_poster_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Já que eu sou muito uma pessoa sem minha época adolescente lendo livros adolescentes e sim Harry Potter, eu fui na sessão de YOUNG ADULTS, a.k.a. onde você acha livros de teenagers daqui, no estilo Twilight, Gossip Girl, It Girl. Eu amei Gossip Girl, li todos quando eu estava no Brasil e amo o seriado mesmo sendo totalmente diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, lá estava eu na biblioteca e aí, eu vi uma coleção de livros que era Best Selling da NYTimes. Comecei a ler e não parei mais, leio o tempo inteiro, trabalhando, fazendo qualquer coisa, adoro.&lt;br /&gt;A coleção se chama The A-List que é uma novel sobre meninas ricas de Beverly Hills, com pai famoso, outro que quer ser ator, a coldheart bitch, e todas essas coisas que tem em todos livros e mais uma menina que decide de mudar pra L.A. pra morar com o pai e ter novas aventuras. Anna, a menina que se muda pra  L.A. é de Upper East Side no maior estilo patrician (não significa patricinha, por favor minha gente) e preppy girl from NY. Eu não paro de ler, não tem como, é daqueles livros que se lê em 3 dias. Bom se tiver a chance de ler, leia. Ainda mais se você curtiu Gossip Girl, é uma versão mais apimentada e mais louca que se passa na West Coast bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A escritora se chama Zoey Dean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-5374892707167132108?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/5374892707167132108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=5374892707167132108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5374892707167132108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5374892707167132108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/a-list.html' title='The A-List'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-4469013622253623360</id><published>2009-02-18T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:47:50.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda hahaha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She said, "That's not fair. You're putting word in my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;"Not really," he said. "I'm reading between the lines."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-4469013622253623360?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/4469013622253623360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=4469013622253623360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4469013622253623360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4469013622253623360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-said-thats-not-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-3902214701138901072</id><published>2009-02-13T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:19:56.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, Yay, Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano à mais de Califórnia!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Tô super feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3902214701138901072?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3902214701138901072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=3902214701138901072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3902214701138901072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3902214701138901072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-yay-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2724400610303524070</id><published>2009-02-09T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:37:42.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA PART II</title><content type='html'>Ok, in a month and a half I'll be completing 1 year of USA. OMG, time goes by so fast that you cannot even breath and you probably think that one year was nothing, wasn't enough to do at least&lt;br /&gt;1/3 of  what you really wanna do. That's why I am staying one more year, until April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;This new year will be great, hopefully. New family, new dreams, new goals, new deals, new everything. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Brazil a lot, but in my heart I feel that it is not time to go back, not yet, you know what I mean? Here is not my dream or the best place on earth, but I love here, I really do. It's definitely my once in a life time experience. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But oh God, time goes by so fast, that it seems that I got here yesterday and it's almost a year.&lt;/span&gt; And now lets celebrate, because I think that everything is heading the right way, so lets go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2724400610303524070?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/2724400610303524070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2724400610303524070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2724400610303524070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2724400610303524070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/usa-part-ii.html' title='USA PART II'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-6425409315957445949</id><published>2009-02-05T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:29:42.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonja van bebber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dash zhukova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne hathaway'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eis que Sonja Van Bebber fala: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hold on to pieces untill they fall apart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somos gêmeas, beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Aí Anne Hathaway fala: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This was the year when I began to learn to trust myself, to see fashion as something that could liberate you rather than define you in a negative way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-você é minha nova diva de palavras, beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois Dasha Zhukova falou: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What I wear really depends on mood. I tend to stay on the casual side, but sometimes I love a fussy dress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois completa com: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think it is fascinating that clothes can drastically transform someone's mood or the way they feel about their appearance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-você é linda e quero ser como você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí depois vejo Obama falar:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is a matter not enforcing one's will on others but of inspiring others to follow. Change is about making choices, but choosing change for the good is and expression of our humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eu sei que não tem nada haver com o resto do "texto" falando de moda, mas foi tão lindo ler isso na Vogue. Obama eu acredito em você, beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-6425409315957445949?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/6425409315957445949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=6425409315957445949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6425409315957445949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6425409315957445949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/eis-que-sonja-van-bebber-fala-i-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-1436829863815200230</id><published>2009-02-05T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:19:08.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>notas de cabeceira</title><content type='html'>- have a very full live, great career, and be able to combine clothes in a young effortless way.&lt;br /&gt;- minimalist and simplicity are so hard to get right.&lt;br /&gt;- do not need to be the super sex bomb, should be effortless natural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-1436829863815200230?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/1436829863815200230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=1436829863815200230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1436829863815200230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1436829863815200230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-future-i-want-have-very-full-live.html' title='notas de cabeceira'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7157411783573412321</id><published>2009-02-05T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:31:33.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for life.</title><content type='html'>There are certain iconic pieces you can't go wrong with.&lt;br /&gt;They are simple and chic and don't try to be more that what they are.&lt;br /&gt;The worst mistake you can make on a budget is to get something that's tricky.&lt;br /&gt;Spending a little more on one key piece that will inject your look with a sense of specialness.&lt;br /&gt;Consider in versatility in color fabric and dress code.&lt;br /&gt;You want something that you will love as much in three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7157411783573412321?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7157411783573412321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7157411783573412321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7157411783573412321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7157411783573412321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-for-life.html' title='Shopping for life.'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-4904394991350818259</id><published>2009-02-04T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:16:54.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's important not to conform to what you think other people want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she is like a human lava lamp. she makes you stay in touch with what is in her mind by what is on her face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-4904394991350818259?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/4904394991350818259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=4904394991350818259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4904394991350818259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4904394991350818259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-important-not-to-conform-to-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-4921831985241566421</id><published>2009-02-03T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:13:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L. Campbell.</title><content type='html'>And  even more implausible, how did I end up where I am, with four-bedroom apartment in "white-glove" doorman building in Manhattan, a country house, and two kids in private school?&lt;br /&gt;But for us, it was different. My parents divorced, and my mother and I did move. Far. It's as if someone shot a gun in the air, said "Go!" and we ran in opposite directions as fast as we could for two decades.&lt;br /&gt;With an awkward, unremitting silence between us, we attempted to come together, or maybe, at least for a while, stop running.&lt;br /&gt;Me feeling that her remote lifestyle was just a physical manifestation of the remoteness that had always been between us, and she, no doubt, thinking I was unwilling to respect her decision to choose this life.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it seems my mother and I have spent most of our lives in a poker game of rejection, with one of us upping the ante on each round.&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that we either come together now or we most likely never will.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always wish more of that mothering had been directed my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-4921831985241566421?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/4921831985241566421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=4921831985241566421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4921831985241566421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4921831985241566421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-campbell.html' title='L. Campbell.'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2112748352100427900</id><published>2009-02-02T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:56:35.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se tem uma coisa que é de verdade verdadeira é que o tempo não passa para quem espera, beijos amigos, meu tempo voa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2112748352100427900?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/2112748352100427900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2112748352100427900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2112748352100427900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2112748352100427900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-tem-uma-coisa-que-e-de-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7107226803939969936</id><published>2009-02-01T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:45:53.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saí na busca dos nossos velhos laços. que se desamarraram por iniciativa e batalha pessoal de terceiros. ainda que não te tenha visto, abraçado, sentido, creia, ainda assim me sinto feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7107226803939969936?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7107226803939969936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7107226803939969936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7107226803939969936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7107226803939969936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/02/sai-na-busca-dos-nossos-velhos-lacos.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7286124836606135672</id><published>2009-01-12T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:09:10.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É o seguinte, cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei, cansei cansei.&lt;br /&gt;O final de semana foi ótimo pra compensar.&lt;br /&gt;Com amigos queridos e bebida boa, digamos Jose Curvo edição limitada do México.&lt;br /&gt;E com o direito de cantar Total Eclipse of the Heart em dublagem, isso foi genial e o video ficou ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;Idéias pra festas demais, tais como: Red Neck Party, 80s Party, Beach Party, Guitar Hero Party etc etc etc. Really cool man!&lt;br /&gt;Ai vi o documentário dos Z-Boys e OMG quero ser skatista bem old school 60s 70s.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que ainda ando de skate, é muito demais! Logo mais compro meus headband, meias altas, vans e vou dar um rolêpor aí. Aliás, estou louca pra comprar uma camiseta dos Z-boys, ou fazer uma, acho genial.&lt;br /&gt;Estava com saudades de sair com as meninas, mas dá pra esperar, é sempre bom novos ares.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando uma delas me liga sábado pra ir pro pub eu fiquei toda tentada, mas me diverti o suficiente no pub de rockabilly em Pittsburg com amigos queridos e depois nossa own after party.&lt;br /&gt;Mas deu uma vontadinha porque estava lembrando de todos os rolês loucos que acontece com a gente toda vez que vamos pra San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do Halloween com Jack Sparrow e francês mais outras pessoas, e foi demais.&lt;br /&gt;E o dia que NADA  estava dando certo no qual fomos num bar que só tinha a gente, porque era Thanksgiving, depois outro bar que tivemos o maior rolo do mundo na porta e ficamos pra fora... e no final acabamos indo numa after party numa cobertura irada em San Francisco até muitas horas da manhã, amei!&lt;br /&gt;É isso, e essa semana vou passar um frio e ver neve pela primeira vez em Yosemite, enfim, espero emagrecer em breve.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7286124836606135672?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7286124836606135672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7286124836606135672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7286124836606135672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7286124836606135672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-seguinte-cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-3289690200631088062</id><published>2009-01-05T21:09:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:13:58.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER FEST (Junho 2008)</title><content type='html'>Eis que em Milwaukee a cidade em que eu morava, pois agora moro feliz e contente na Bay Area de San Francisco numa cidadezinha charmosa chamada Pleasanton...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, voltando, em Milwaukee, uma cidade relativamente grande de 1 milhão e pouco de habitantes na metrópole, que nem é tão conhecida assim, apenas por coisas como a Harley Davidson (sim, elas são feitas lá), ou até mesmo Les Paul (sim, ele nasceu lé) ela nem é tão conhecida.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sim, tirando Step by Step e That's 70s Show que também se passa por lá... ela nem é tão conhecida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, voltando denovo, Milwaukee é a cidade que hospeda o maior festival de música do mundo, não maior em tamanho ou quantidade de bandas, mas sim em dias, com a duraçáo de 11 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o palco principal onde os ingressos são mais caros e onde esse ano tocou pessoas como: Stevie Wonder (ai, como eu gostaria de ter ido) e John Mayer (não, não gosto) e outras pessoas, mas sei lá, sá "conhecia" eles mesmo e tem os palcos espalhados por todo o Summerfest Ground. Você paga 15 dólares e pode ver qualquer show dos palcos aleatórios. É um festival bem família, mas que tem uns shows legais por 15 dólares, legal né? Mesmo quando eu nao tinha o que fazer eu ia pro Summerfest só para passear, comer milho verde doce, ver os fogos, ir no teleférico, ou apenas ver as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano, nos palcos aleatórios teve simplismente Blondie, sim, isso mesmo, Blondie, aquela banda considerada "punk-pop" que pessoas desinformadas acham que é so a Debbie Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o meu primeiro dia no Summerfest, mas eu só queria saber do show, que foi demais. Cheguei lá, encontrei com amigos, comi e já fui me arranjar pro show.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esperava tanto da banda, os músicos e tal, me surpreendi, bom demais.&lt;br /&gt;E a Debbie? Ah, ela é genial, sou fã dela eternamente! Ok, você vê claramente que ela envelheceu e deu uma engordada e que as danças dela nem sao sensuais mais, mas ela é demais, a voz dela é demais.&lt;br /&gt;O palco muito bonito, todo preto e branco, uma iluminação super legal, que eu jamais esperava e também, pelo o que ela falou era um dos últimos shows da turnê.&lt;br /&gt;Foi emocionante cantar One Way or Another e até mesmo o "reggae" Tigh is High. Foi demais e estava mais lotado que o esperado, mas pra mim estava sussegado.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia eu fui ver Matisyahu, sim, aquele judeu do reggae com rap que eu amo mesmo antes da famosidade e que eu fiquei putíssima por ter perdido o show dele no Brasil na minha turnê predileta. Uma palavra pro show dele? Contagiante! Você não pára, eu não consegui ficar parada, sabe? Mexendo a cabeça naquela batida do reggae o tempo todo... Mas eu sou bem fã dele e nunca fico parada, mas foi demais, com músicas novas do novo álbum que ia lançar (isso em Julho). Era aniversário dele, rolou até parabéns com bolo e velinhas, que ele não apagou pelo fato dele ser judeu, ele explicou o porque, mas eu sou péssima para explicar essas coisas e me confundo, mas era básicamente porque dá sorte ter a vela acessa. E no final do show uma galera subiu no palco e cantou com ele, foi super bonito. E mais bonito foi o amigo que eu fiz por lá! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tocou Jimmy Eat World no mesmo dia, mas não ouço mais desde meus 14/15 anos, aí nem valia a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi o show do The Roots pois não tinha como ir pro Summerfest, e aliás, perdi o show do The Roots denovo agora em Outubro, por falta de grana, super legal, né?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, pra quem não sabe eu super piro em Hip Hop e The Roots é bom demais, piro muito!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, eu fui no show do The Wailers também, que foi bem bacana, mas estava lotado, mas eles tocam super bem, meu Brasil. The Wailers para desinformados, foi a banda do Bob Marley antes dele ser só Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;O último show que eu fui, que foi no último dia do Summerfest, foi o The Bravery. Não tenho muito o que dizer do show, um show normal, ok. Minto, o vocalista fica dando uma de "O"  bebado, super juvenil. Mas Bravery é uma banda ok, mas admito curtir quando ouço Honest Mistake, mas é praticamente a única música que eu gosto deles todas as vezes que toca o cd deles no iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o meu Summerfest foi esse, mas meu amigo me falou que viu Moby por apenas 15 dólares, ai meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Foi bem divertido, aliás, foi la que eu resolvi do nada furar meu nariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's All Folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver fotos da Blondie clique &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/raissadias/Blondie#"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e Matisyahu &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/raissadias/Matisyahu#"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3289690200631088062?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3289690200631088062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=3289690200631088062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3289690200631088062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3289690200631088062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2009/01/summer-fest-junho-2008.html' title='SUMMER FEST (Junho 2008)'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-4151942846308099085</id><published>2008-12-15T21:20:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:15:04.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago &amp; The Mars Volta</title><content type='html'>Há uns meses atrás, o Regis V., meu amigo pediu pra eu escrever textos sobre minha experiência aqui nos EUA e shows, pra postar no site do Dezembro Independente, que é um festival super bacana de rock de verdade que rola em Mogi das Cruzes-SP, mas acabou não rolando... aí eu tinha escrito uns (vários) textos e resolvi escrever aqui e dividir com quem quiser ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu primeiro show nesse país foi exatamente 20 dias depois que eu cheguei aqui, dia 20 de Abril e antes de aterrissar aqui eu já sabia que ia, o show do The Mars Volta.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, eu perdi o show deles no Brasil, no Tim Festival de 2004, de 40 e poucos minutos por ser menor de idade e chorei sim, porém fui recompensada com um de 3 horas e com&lt;br /&gt;os 4 álbuns, lindo, não?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mal cheguei aqui e já falei pra minha ex-host family que eu ia no show. Comprei um mapa de Chicago, uma mochila, e fiz a reserva no albergue e das passagens de trem e fui, no Domingo, mesmo sem ingresso.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei lá toda feliz por estar em Chicago, uma cidade maravilhosa. Fui no Sears Tower onde você vê a cidade inteira e a história de como o predio foi feito, é demais e enorme, porém com&lt;br /&gt;elevadores modernos subi rapidão até o 100 e alguma coisa piso. É super legal ver toda a cidade lá de cima. Depois fui pro famoso Millenium Park e AMEI! Meu lugar predileto de Chicago, tem aquela famosa bolota, ou o feijão, prata, a Cloud Gate onde o clipe do Kanye West - Homecoming (minha música predileta) foi gravado, e essa música é com o Chris Martin do Coldplay. A Cloud Gate foi feita pela inglesa, Anish Kapoor, foi a sua primeira arte aberta ao público nos EUA. A escultura  foi feita com série sem sutura de pratos de aço inoxidável altamente polidos, que reflete o horizonte famoso da cidade e as nuvens acima. Um arco pé-alto fornece um "portão" à câmara côncava embaixo da escultura, convidando visitantes tocar sua superfície de espelho-como e vê sua imagem refletida de volta de uma variedade de perspectivas. E' uma das maiores, se nao a maior, escultura nesse estilo no mundo e foi um presente da AT&amp;amp;T (operadora americana) para a cidade de Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Também tem uma fonte chamada The Crown Fountain (foto), é a fonte mais legal, foi feita pelo artista espanhol, Jaume Plensa. A fonte consiste em duas torres de bloco de vidro de pé e em baixo a agua que cai reflete como uma piscina. As torres projetam imagens de vídeo de um espectro social amplo de cidadãos de Chicago, uma referência ao uso tradicional de gargoyles em fontes, onde rostos de seres mitológicos foram esculpidos com bocas abertas para permitir água jorrar/fluir, um símbolo de vida. O Plensa adaptou esta prática com rostos de cidadãos de Chicago, projetados em telas de LCD, uma saída de água na tela que da a ilusão que água jorra das suas bocas. A coleção de rostos, um tributo do Plensa a cidadaos de Chicago, foi tomado de uma selecao de 1.000 residentes. E' super bacana e vale a pena conferir se um dia tiver a oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Depois fui pro albergue, me arrumei rapidão e fui me aventurar no trem que estava com problemas quando era em direção ao Sul, e eu estava indo direçã Norte, mas na volta, ai... nem sabia como ia voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei lá e tava total Sold Out, e eu pensei: EU NÃO POSSO PERDER ESSE SHOW POR NADA.   O preço normal do ingresso era 35 mais umas taxas aqui e taxas ali... devia sair uns 50 e poucos. Eis que surge um cara vendendo ingressos, mas ele só tinha um e tinha eu e mais três meninas doente pelo ingresso, aí eu inventei que eu tinha viajado do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;para Chicago só para ir nesse show e até mostrei meu passaporte e voilá, ele vendeu para mim por 65, e eu fiquei felizona, Mars Volta merece e mereceu. Cheguei lá no show e fui entrando e fiquei bem perto, nessa conheci um cara chamado John, uma belezinha, há!&lt;br /&gt;Assisti o show com ele e tirei um milhão e meio de fotos no show, e nem podia entrar com câmera e tirar foto, mas sabe como minhas bolsas são tamanho gato felix com mil bolsos, e entrei.&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus, que que foi o show do Mars Volta? Na época o melhor da minha vida, mas ok, Radiohead bateu depois. Eu estava podre porque tinha passado o dia inteirinho andando com All Star, mas fiquei la todas as TRÊS lindas horas de chão feliz e contente e realizada e sem nenhuma banda de entrada, só eles e eles. Mars Volta é um show que todo mundo que entende de música e gosta de coisa boa deve ir. A voz do Cedric de outro mundo, guitarra e os solos de Omar faz qualquer um apaixonar, eu que não sou na vibe latin lover me apaixonei, o baterista delicadíssimo que destrói a bateria, o cara do teclado, o saxofonista, a interação entre Cedric e Omar, a iluminação e decoração de palco, as dancinhas clássicas do Cedric e os passinhos sensuais de Omar (oh! Omar), o público super se matando e toda a energia louca. Diria que foram 3 horas de puro prazer musical.&lt;br /&gt;No show tinha gente que nem devia saber o que era Mars Volta, uma galera lunática por eles, uma galera que foi mas prefere At the Drive-in e pessoas normais que gostam de música boa, mas que no Brasil a gente não iria ver.&lt;br /&gt;O venue (casa de show) onde foi o show se chama Aragorn Ballroom e MUITA banda legal já tocou por lá, muita mesmo. O lugar á super bacana e com uma acústica linda.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que terminou o show eu e o bonito John que eu conheci fomos nos aventurar para voltar de trem direção Sul, aliás milhões de pessoas. Descobrimos um ônibus que passava perto do hostel e fomos, porque por coincidência ele também estava hospedado lá já que ele é de Detroit, que nem é perto, mas ele foi porque ele é viciado em Mars Volta e já foi em uns 16 shows deles e desses 16, 6 são só da nova turnê.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ir pro hostel passamos nesses lugares que eu não sei o nome, tipo lanchonete americana que fica aberta 24h e eles servem café e água e você pode comer café da manhã, lanches, qualquer hora do dia, aliás, aqueles lugares bem de filme sabe? Com "sofázinho" para sentar... Enfim pedi uma porção de bacon e de pancakes e fui feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira acordei me arrumei voando e fui pro Museum of Natural History em Chicago, passei pelo Grant Park... O mais legal do museu é ver o esqueleto de um dinossauro Rex que é de verdade, mais conhecido como SUE, onde a maioria dos ossos são verdadeiros e depois lá em cima tem o crânio verdadeiro. É legal também ver todos os animais de mentira mas tão reias, e uns deles são  bizarros e estranhos e eu juro que na sessão dos ursos eu me assustei, poque eu estava sozinha andando de "ré" para tirar uma foto e bato num vidro, quando eu me viro tinha esse urso de mentira ENORME olhando pra mim, aí eu resolvi sair de lá. É bem legal a parte Egípcia e latina.&lt;br /&gt;Bom aí está o relato do meu primeiro pseudo-final-de-semana em Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos do show do Mars Volta&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/raissadias/TheMarsVolta#"&gt; aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-4151942846308099085?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/4151942846308099085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=4151942846308099085&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4151942846308099085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4151942846308099085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicago-mars-volta.html' title='Chicago &amp; The Mars Volta'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-771443707652426272</id><published>2008-12-12T13:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:51:49.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE 105</title><content type='html'>Então, ontém teve um "festivalzinho" da rádio alternativa da Bay Area, Live 105.&lt;br /&gt;Aí quem tocou foi: alguma banda que eu não sei porque eu não tinha chego ainda, Jack's Mannequin, mas nem vi o show deles, Franz Ferdinand, que eu vi um pouquinho, Bloc Party, Death Cab for Cutie e The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma saga enorme pra chegar lá... peguei minha amiga, fui pra Oakland pegar outra (25min) e fomos pro show, sem convite, é claro, porque a gente é muito perdida na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Chegando lá, tinha um negão enorme com uns convites e queria vender por 70 dólares, eu tipo: não vou pagar 70! Aí ele fez por 40, o que estava ótimo, já que no site estava 35. A gente comprou, e é claaaaaaaaaaaro que na hora de entrar um deu pau, e era o da minha amiga... aí a gente falou pra ela ir falar com o negão, mas a gente com medo do negão não estar mais lá!&lt;br /&gt;Aí, deu tudo lindo e certo e ela trocou!&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que os 3 ingressos eram em lugares diferentes, aí a gente como brasileiras, as usual, resolvemos dar um lindo migué, e fomos sentar aonde a galere de cadeiras de rodas sentavam, afianl, não tinha ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Aí falei: menines, vamos ficar aqui até alguém mandar a gente embora!&lt;br /&gt;Aí aparece um tio suuuuuper simpático, e pede pra ver nosso tickets, eu começo a falar em português pra dar o migué, do: oi, eu não sabia porque não falo inglês, beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, o tio super legal veio, conversou com a gente e deixou a gente ver todos os shows sentadas lá, foi lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre os shows...&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand, eu só vi um pouco, nem gosto mais deles direito, e sei lá, é um show ok, não tenho muito o que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party, que eu já vi, foi bem legalzinho... eu gosto deles, mas o show no Lollapalooza, foi BEM melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie, eu já tinha visto um pocket show deles e não tinha gostado, mas dessa vez, me surpreendeu, achei que era uma coisa bem morta e parada, e me surpreendi, foi "pesado" por ser Death Cab e o público inteiro estava se divertindo! Foi bem bonito! E a voz do vocalista é igualzinha a do CD.&lt;br /&gt;The Killers, então, minhas amigas foram pra ver eles, e eu tipo conheço 4 músicas do primeiro cd e já ouvi umas outras 4 de outros cd mas JURAVA  que era a mesma música, sempre comentava: mas essa música denovo? tipo, OI? E minhas amigas, aiiiiiiiiiiiiii eu amo essa!&lt;br /&gt;Mas admito que a presença deles me surpreendeu, mas eu não gostei do fato deles esconderem o cara do saxofone, e o cara escondia o sintetizador também, mas foi um show legal, mesmo sabendo que eles iam fechar com Mr Brid alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, tenho que postar os textos sobre shows que eu já fui aqui, mesmo ninguém lendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-771443707652426272?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/771443707652426272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=771443707652426272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/771443707652426272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/771443707652426272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2008/12/live-105.html' title='LIVE 105'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7354506275104605229</id><published>2008-12-10T01:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:21:30.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSUMISMO</title><content type='html'>Ok, admito que desde que eu me mudei pros EUA virei mais consumista do que sempre fui, e fiquei mais ainda depois de me mudar pra Califórnia, mas é bizarro como eles dão uma ênfase enorme no consumisto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fiquei besta, cheguei em casa e a minha host mother me fala que o Zoren, o mais velho, ia ficar mais tempo na escola porque era: Christmas Shopping Day at School. Eu: ok, mas o que é isso???&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela me diz que todo ano tem essa "feira" na escola onde as crianças levam dinheiro e compram presente pra toda a família e tal, e ela ainda me diz: dou uns 30 dólares e ele compra vários presentes pra todo mundo pra dar no Natal. Gente, 30 dólares é muito dinheiro, dá pra comprar várias coisas ou comer 1 ou 2 vezes em algum lugar bacana!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem que deve ser legal e ele deve se sentir o adulto quando faz compras de Natal pra todos, mas precisa ser algo que a escola patrocina?&lt;br /&gt;E pra ajudar mais no consumismo, no Brasil, geralmente as crianças ganham um ou 2 ou no máximo 3 presentes dos pais (uma pessoa de classe média/média alta) e aqui eles ganham a lista INTEIRA  de presentes dos pais, mais presentes de amigos, vizinhos e família, e quando eu digo que é muito presente, eu digo, no minímo uns 15 pra cada só dos pais, com TUDO  incluso... TUDO.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, eu fiz a minha lista simples de Natal mesmo pois meus Hosts pediram e beijos, espero ganhar tudo também! Há.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7354506275104605229?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7354506275104605229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7354506275104605229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7354506275104605229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7354506275104605229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2008/12/consumismo.html' title='CONSUMISMO'/><author><name>Raissa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603011512983727069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XRahD1MjBA/SOcRzx9MXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aKWwGndonww/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-5155497878383855889</id><published>2008-10-03T22:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:47:56.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista de Shows</title><content type='html'>Depois de muito tempo sem postar aqui resolvi postar a lista de shows que eu já fui e alguns que eu pretendo ir.&lt;br /&gt;A lista não é de TODOS os shows que eu fui, mas os que foram mais importantes e fodas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não &lt;/span&gt;incluindo shows de bandas menores e de amigos senão a lista fica enorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show que eu já fui, em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hurtmold (2005 - Taubaté, 2x . 2006 - Studio SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Los Hermanos (2005, São José dos Campos . 2005 Taubaté)&lt;br /&gt;- The Eternals ( 2005 - Taubaté . 2007 - Taubaté)&lt;br /&gt;- Nação Zumbi (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP . 2006 - Campari Rock . 2007 São José dos Campos)&lt;br /&gt;- Fantomas (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- The Flaming Lips  (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Iggy Pop and The Stooges  (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Sonic Youth  (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Nine Inch Nails  (2005 - Claro que é Rock-SP . 2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Oasis (2006 - Credicard Hall-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Supergrass (2006 - Campari Rock)&lt;br /&gt;- Mutantes (2007 - Bragança Paulista)&lt;br /&gt;- Mombojó (2007 - Campinas)&lt;br /&gt;- Pato Fu (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Tokio Police Club (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Data Rock (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Lily Allen (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Devo (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- Kasabian (2007 - Planeta Terra-SP)&lt;br /&gt;- The Mars Volta (2008 - Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Hives (2008 - Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Spinto Band (2008 - Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Rilo Kiley (2008 - Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Kooks (2008 - Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Virgins (2008 - Nylon Summer Tour, Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- She Wants Revenge (2008 - Nylon Summer Tour Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Blondie (2008 - Summerfest, Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Matisyahu (2008 - Summerfest, Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Wailers (2008 - Summerfest Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The Black Keys (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Gogol Bordello (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Cat Power (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Bloc Party (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Radiohead (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Foals (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- MGMT (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Booka Shade (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Uffie (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Broken Social Scene (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Wilco (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Rage Against the Machine (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Brazilian Girls (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Chromeo (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Girl Talk (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- The National (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Kanye West (2008 - Lollapalooza, Chicago-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Foo Fighters (2008 - Harley Davidson Fest, Milwaukee-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Hot Chip (2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Goldfrapp (2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- CSS (2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco-USA)&lt;br /&gt;- Justice (2008 - Treasure Island, San Francisco-USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em breve(i hope so)...&lt;br /&gt;Weezer, Tokio Police Club, We are the Scientists, Kings of Leon, The Roots, Gym Class Heroes, Smashing Pumpkins, Cat Power, Death Cab for Cutie, Yelle, Of Montreal, AC/DC... e MUITOS outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-5155497878383855889?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/5155497878383855889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=5155497878383855889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5155497878383855889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5155497878383855889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lista-de-shows.html' title='Lista de Shows'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-6098136263156700641</id><published>2008-02-15T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:14:16.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Jorge Seu Bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não vou lamentar, o que passou passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu vou embora, meu tempo acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tenho muita coisa para descobrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu sinto muito mas tenho que ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vou indo porque nada mais me prende aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É o final do show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E não fique magoado porque vou partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É só o jeito que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To saindo fora porque eu vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sei que tá na hora e eu vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre em frente, nunca pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não é por nada não mas vou me divertir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enquanto a vida assim permitir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só procurar, fazer amigos do bem se precisar, ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E agora a liberdade e o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só voce não sacou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nova york, ipanema ou Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É nessa ai que eu tô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tô saindo fora porque eu sei que vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sei que tá na hora e eu vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre em frente, nunca pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Livre eu me sinto, sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gente mais gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O mar e o céu azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tô saindo fora e eu sei que vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Changes lá vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem meu trêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tô saindo fora e eu sei que vou me dar bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre em frente, nunca pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em frente, nunca pra trás&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-6098136263156700641?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/6098136263156700641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=6098136263156700641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6098136263156700641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6098136263156700641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2008/02/david-jorge-seu-bowie.html' title='David Jorge Seu Bowie'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2840576029641043974</id><published>2007-12-27T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:38:48.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBORAH SLABECK BAKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Passeando por blogs aleatórios achei um blog com uns trabalhos bem legais, é uma mulher, a Deborah, que faz. São imagens bordadas num pedaço de pano. Bem criativas, simples e bonitas. Vale a pena dar uma olhada no trabalho dela. Ela é americana e mora em Chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://deborahslabeckbaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deborah Slabeck Baker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2840576029641043974?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/2840576029641043974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2840576029641043974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2840576029641043974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2840576029641043974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/12/deborah-slabeck-baker.html' title='DEBORAH SLABECK BAKER'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-415418101881981061</id><published>2007-12-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:24:58.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside and Out - A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For the first time I felt that again since that day, 2 years, 3 months and 1 day ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I felt like I used to feel, that you lose something that you want more than any person in the universe, something that you know it was supposed to be yours. And you still believe that you will have, 'cause that person are gonna be yours again someday. Besides you really know that you were made for each other, there is no doubt about it and everybody think the same thing. However, you know that he doesn't like you anymore, he doesn't even thik or care about you, but you know, you really know, you don't know how, you just know, that you are gonna be together someday again, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-415418101881981061?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/415418101881981061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=415418101881981061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/415418101881981061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/415418101881981061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/12/inside-and-out.html' title='Inside and Out - A'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2647611291992223082</id><published>2007-12-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:07:43.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montando Casas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você era como eu? Tinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://thesims.ea.com/"&gt;The Sims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; no computador mas na verdade não gostava de jogar, gostava apenas de construir a casa? O jogo em si não tinha graça, o legal mesmo era construir a casa, escolher o piso, cores da parede, móveis etc? E mesmo the sims sendo pesado você instalava pra fazer umas casas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seus problemas acabaram. hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou explicar, fazia um tempo que eu estava procurando algum programa na internet aonde eu poderia fazer, livre leve e solta, só as casas e decora-las. O acontecido foi hoje, eu fuçando no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, o qual eu não sei mexer, aparece alguma coisa escrito "scenelalala" com imagens de cômodos decorados bem bonitos e em 3D. Aí eu xereta-não-tenho-o-que-fazer como sou, entrei pra fuçar, é claro! E eis a minha maior surpresa, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.scenecaster.com/"&gt;SceneCaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é um "jogo" (para mim é jogo para matar o tempo e me divertir) aonde eu posso montar o que eu quiser com MUITOS intens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu entrei no Google pra saber mais sobre o programa e o motivo e achei uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://superdownloads.uol.com.br/download/115/scenecaster/"&gt;matéria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; falando resumidamente o que é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SceneCaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é um serviço muito interessante para criar e compartilhar cenas e espaços virtuais. Ele tem como objetivo ser uma comunidade online que une recursos para explorar conteúdos em 3D, ideal para estudantes, artistas ou até mesmo profissionais que querem visualizar seu espaço comercial. Você pode criar quantas cenas quiser, optar por compartilhá-las ou não, permitir que editem suas cenas, enviá-las por e-mail e compartilhá-las no seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://superdownloads.uol.com.br/download/170/facebook/" title="Facebook"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://superdownloads.uol.com.br/download/69/flickr/" title="Flickr"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. É possível buscar objetos e imagens de outros sites para montar suas cenas e avatar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SceneCaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é simples de usar e não requer nenhum conhecimento profissional."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem não tiver o que fazer ou estiver curioso pra saber como funciona, é só entrar o site do &lt;a href="http://scenecaster.com/"&gt;SceneCaster&lt;/a&gt; abrir uma conta e se divertir fazendo as suas "cenas" e salvando (sim, salvem mesmo, eu perdi 2 "cenas"/casas porque eu esqueci de salvar e meu pc travou). E o melhor de tudo, é de graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2647611291992223082?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/2647611291992223082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=2647611291992223082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2647611291992223082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2647611291992223082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/12/montando-casas.html' title='Montando Casas'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-4686873533979352342</id><published>2007-11-28T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:49:18.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantal Michel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chantal Michel é uma artista surpreendente que nasceu na Suíça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os projetos dela, de performance, fotografia e vídeo tem uma produção perfeita e surreal, parece que ela vive em outra sintonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tem muito o que falar dela, porque além de ser difícil achar algo escrito sobre a pessoa dela ou sobre o trabalho, quando se acha é em suiço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então, nos resta apenas ver os trabalhos dela e apreciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vale a pena, de verdade. As fotografias são lindas, e repito mais uma vez, a produção é surreal e muito perfeccionista nos mínimos detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chantalmichel.ch/"&gt;chantal michel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-4686873533979352342?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/4686873533979352342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=4686873533979352342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4686873533979352342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/4686873533979352342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/11/chantal-michel.html' title='Chantal Michel'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-3022102520622433536</id><published>2007-10-25T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:25:56.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ESPELHO E SEU DILEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É assim, quase todas as mulheres no passar dos anos deve ter passado por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, você se arruma, coloca aquela roupa que você planejou com no mínimo 10 minutos de antecedência, coloca uma maquiagem pra realçar tudo, dá uma arrumada no cabelo ou bagunçada e se olha no espelho. Se acha bonita, e é claro que a roupa você escolheu sabendo que você vai parecer mais magra, disfarça seus kilos extras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aí você sai, pode ver amigos, conhecidos, e até famíliares, ou até mesmo sua mãe, e eles fazem o mesmo comentário: "Nossa você emagreceu!". Na hora você fica super feliz, e dependendo da pessoa você fala: "Fechei a boca e tal." ou é claro você vai falar: "É, mas ainda tô gordinha, preciso perder mais uns 5!" (eu sempre junto os 2 na mesma frase).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim, aí você vai chegar em casa, vai se olhar no espelho, vai falar, até emagreci, mas tô gorda, coloca várias roupas, biquini e pensa: preciso emagrecer. Nisso vem um pensamento pior: "CARAMBA, SE EU ME ACHO ACIMA DO PESO (COM PANCÉPS), IMAGINA COMO EU ESTAVA ANTES? (até porque muitas pessoas comentaram que você tinhah emagrecido)". Com isso você pensa: "Caramba, tenho que continuar emagrecendo!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você também pensa: "ah, tô tomando pílulas, isso incha, acho que vou parar de tomar", e segundos depois você pensa: "NO FUCKING WAY". Além de você não engravidar (que pra mim não é o mais importante no momento), sua pele fica mais bonita, seu cabelo com mais brilho, você não sente cólica nenhuma e fica toda regulada", é tipo mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom, aí vem na cabeça: "poxa são uns 5 kilinhos, nada que uma dieta mais saudavél e balanceada pelo menos durante a semana, umas caminhadas e uns abdominais não resolvam". Mas o que acontece é o seguinte, você até faz isso, por uns 3 dias, depois cansa, e sempre acaba comendo um pedaço de chocolate, mesmo querendo se matar segundos depois de ter tido o prazer que ele proporciona. Você também acaba tomando aquele refrigerante, ou comendo algo muito calórico, aí vem o peso na conciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltando pro espelho, aí você se olha, e fala, YEAH EU VOU EMAGRECER. Mas no no fim você não emagrece, continua do mesmo jeito, e o ciclo do: se arrumar e ficar bela, comentários de: você emagreceu, volta pra casa e se olha no espelho e entra em desespero, continua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É claro que tem pessoas que acha que você está ótima, em perfeita forma, nada de errado e blá blá blá, mas você não acredita. Amigos e amigas falam isso, mas, "NÃO, EU PRECISO EMAGRECER MAIS!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aí você pensa, "NOSSA SERÁ QUE ISSO TEM TANTA IMPORTÂNCIA?", "POR QUE EU NÃO ABRO MÃO DISSO E VOU SER 100% FELIZ NA MINHA FORMA?" Então, pra mim tem importância e eu já tentei abrir mão, não consigo, ok, exitem milhões de pessoas que conseguem, mas eu não, e enquanto eu não ficar como eu quero eu não vou sussegar e falar: é eu tô estaile. Não que eu queira ficar magrelona, ou algo assim, eu apenas quero emagrecer um pouco mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, talvez o título desse texto deveria ser: O ESPELHO E MEU DILEMA, e eu ter escrito inteiramente em primeira pessoa, mas taí, eu gostei dele assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3022102520622433536?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3022102520622433536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=3022102520622433536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3022102520622433536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3022102520622433536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-espelho-e-seu-dilema.html' title='O ESPELHO E SEU DILEMA'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-7515084044150256029</id><published>2007-09-25T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:24:14.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE, I NEED TO CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the sky the birds are pulling rain,&lt;br /&gt;in your life a curse has got a name,&lt;br /&gt;makes you lie awake all through the night&lt;br /&gt;that's why.&lt;br /&gt;She's intoxicated by herself,&lt;br /&gt;everyday she's seen with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;and every night she kisses someone new&lt;br /&gt;never you.&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting in the shadows for a chance,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you believe at heart, that if you can,&lt;br /&gt;show to her what love is all about,&lt;br /&gt;she'll change.&lt;br /&gt;She'll talk to you with no one else around,&lt;br /&gt;but only if you're able to entertain her,&lt;br /&gt;the moment conversation stops she's gone,&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-7515084044150256029?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/7515084044150256029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=7515084044150256029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7515084044150256029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/7515084044150256029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-i-need-to-change.html' title='I HAVE, I NEED TO CHANGE.'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-6951990576809557370</id><published>2007-07-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:26:55.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if you have  been rejected many times in your life, then one more rejection is not going to make much difference. if you are rejected, do not automatically assume it was your fault. the other person may have several reasons for not doing what you are asking her to do: none of it may have anything to do with you. perhaps the person is busy or not feeling well or genuinely not interested in spending time with you. rejections are part of everyday life. do not let them bother you. keep reaching out to others. when you begin to receive positive responses, then you are on the right track. it is all a matter od numbers. count the positive responses and forget about the rejections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-6951990576809557370?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/6951990576809557370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=6951990576809557370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6951990576809557370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6951990576809557370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/07/radiohead.html' title='radiohead'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-9198882281909874676</id><published>2007-07-01T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:24:33.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;look me up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i don't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there's a lesson that I want you to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and that's if you are gonna play with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then you're gonna get burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-9198882281909874676?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/9198882281909874676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=9198882281909874676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/9198882281909874676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/9198882281909874676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-baby.html' title='Hey Baby'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-1819202389271420283</id><published>2007-06-29T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:36:58.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need an ice cream cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know...Here's a little something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to make you happy, something sweet that melts in five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-1819202389271420283?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/1819202389271420283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=1819202389271420283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1819202389271420283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1819202389271420283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-need-ice-cream-cone.html' title='I don&apos;t need an ice cream cone'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-1965493885760778574</id><published>2007-06-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:23:17.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as pessoas vêm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as pessoas vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; outras vêm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; outras vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; algumas voltam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; outras, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e de alguma forma: poucas permanecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei pensando nisso esses dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do tipo de pessoa que conversa com todo mundo, faz amizades com a maior facilidade, conheço várias pessoas, mas eu penso, no futuro, não vão ser todas essas pessoas que vão estar na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas tentarei fazer o máximo pra continuar o contato, outras não.&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa é verdade, todas elas, todas trazem algo pra te acrescentar, mesmo que demore anos, algo vai acrescentar, mesmo tendo sido um relacionamento problemático, mas algo vai trazer, pode apostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-1965493885760778574?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/1965493885760778574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=1965493885760778574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1965493885760778574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/1965493885760778574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-pessoas-vm.html' title='People Come and Go'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-6923429277282819792</id><published>2007-04-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:58:59.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo de Ex</title><content type='html'>Passear por orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Ler perfil.&lt;br /&gt;Ler o desabafo do ex namorado de uma amiga, e não é que se encaixa com milhões de histórias que acontecem todos os dias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem transforma as mulheres em galinhas... são os próprios homens. Tudo bem. Queremos meninas legais, sexys, taradas, bonitas,inteligentes e boazinhas... Muito fácil falar, pois quando aparece uma assim, de bandeja, a primeira coisa que a gente pensa é: Oba, me dei bem. Ficamos com elas uma vez, duas. Começamos a pensar que essa é a mulher que as nossas mães gostariam de ter como noras. Se sair um namoro, vai ser uma relação estável. Você vai buscá-la na na faculdade, vocês vão no cinema, num barzinho, vai ter sexo toda a semana... Tudo básico, até virar uma rotina sem graça... Você vai olhar os caras bem vestidos e bem humorados indo pra noite arrasar com a mulherada e vai morrer de inveja. Vai sentir falta de dar aquelas cantadas infalíveis na noite, falta de dar umas olhadas pra uma gata, ou de dar aquela dançadinha mais provocativa na pista... Você pensa: Acho que não estou pronto pra isso, pra me enclausurar pro resto da vida nesse namoro. E a boa menina se transforma numa mala, e aos poucos vai surgindo um nojo dela, uma aversão. Quando tu vê o nome dela no celular, não dá vontade de atender... JÁ ERA. Daí aquela promessa de vida estável vai por água a baixo, se a menina não se dá conta, a gente começa a ser grosso, muito grosso. E a pobre menina pensa: O que eu fiz?? Coitada, ela não fez nada, a culpa é nossa mesmo... Aí, a gente volta pra nossa vidinha, que a gente odiava até semanas atrás. A gente não vê a hora de sair e arrasar na noite... Grande ilusão. Você chega em casa depois da balada, sozinho e fica tentando descobrir porque você não está satisfeito. De repente foi porque a menina da night, a linda, gostosa, misteriosa, ficou contigo, passou a mão, rolou algo mais, mas nem sequer pediu o número do teu telefone. FRUSTRAÇÃO. Daí, por mais que você não queira, você pensa na sua menina boazinha que você deixou pra trás... Enquanto isso, a boa menina, chateada, lesada, custa a entender o que ela fez pra ter te afastado dela... Daí essa dúvida vira angústia, que vira raiva. Aí a menina manda tudo a p$?#..que pariu... Não quer mais saber de nada, só de sair beijando muito cara. Resolve não se envolver mais, pra não sair lesada, chutada ou chateada... Muito bem, acabamos de criar uma monstra... O tempo passa e a gente continua na mesma... Volta a reclamar da vida e das mulheres. Elas só querem as coisas com homens cachorros e não estão nem aí pra nós...(alias,nenhum de nós assume ser o proprio cachorro!) Elas são assim por culpa nossa. A mulher vulcão da night de hoje, era a boa menina de outro homem ontem... e assim sucessivamente... Provavelmente, essa nossa ex-boa menina, deve estar enlouquecendo a cabeça de outro homem por aí... E eu a perdi para sempre, ela virou uma mulher enlouquecedora e a encontrei na balada e nem olhou para mim..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-6923429277282819792?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/6923429277282819792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=6923429277282819792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6923429277282819792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6923429277282819792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/04/desabafo-de-ex.html' title='Desabafo de Ex'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-2715630536712624996</id><published>2007-03-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:21:56.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderninho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;Começou à muito tempo com os&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blogger.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;, depois &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fotolog.com/"&gt;fotolog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; aí veio o &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://orkut.com/"&gt;orkut&lt;/a&gt;... ok, esses não são mais COOL. Ah, teve o Flickr, que ainda é bastante usado pela galera, principalmente quem gosta de fotografia. Aliás todos esses sites citados ainda são bastante usados, o menos usado é o blog porque o fotolog roubou toda a cena, mas enfim, não é muito bem sobre isso que eu quero falar. Vamos falar de coisas cool, novas, modernas e fashion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;O que é cool agora é ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://myspace.com/"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;,desde maio do ano passado, não sei... Enfim, meses depois de ter feito o meu eu vi que todo mundo tinha myspace e coisa e tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Aí rolou a tendencia fashion do myspace, mas agora a modinha tá no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://thecobrasnake.com/"&gt;CobraSnake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, que está chegando com tudo no Brasil, com a queridinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://corykennedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cory Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, com seus modelitos fashion. Cory e toda a galera toda do CobraSnake tá começando a virar modinha por aqui, assim como a moda emomyspace, é a moda fashioncobrasnake, enfim a galerinha moderna do momento... CobraSnake tá ficando mais cool que ter myspace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Apesar de que o mais legal do cobrasnake é ver as festas e shows mais legais e insânas, badalas underground dos EUA e as viagens que a galera do cobrasnake faz.&lt;br /&gt;O propósito do site no começo foi colocar fotos de festas, shows que rolavam, e bom, o negócio deu certo, e aí resolveram fazer camisetas legais e vender, e agora tá bem "famosinho". Sem tirar que além das fotos de shows/baladas [pré-durante-pós] tem fotos de dias legais que se passam entre eles. Eles organizam várias festas, são chamados pra ir em outras festas, acompanham algumas bandas em show e são convidados de desfiles super bacanas como Chanel. E é claro, eu AMO. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Aí, eu fuço aqui e fuço alí e descobro uma espécie de cobraskane só de da Espanha, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.icanteachyouhowtodoit.com/issue.html"&gt;ICanTeachYouHowToDoIt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, enfim, é legal e vale a pena fazer uma visitinha, não é tão badalado nem tem a estrutura do cobrasnake, mas eu gostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;E é claro, tem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://facehunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;FaceHunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, que sai batendo fotos de modelitos fashion all around the world, nas ruas, festas e eventos fashion, apareceu até na última edição do SPFW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ah tem esse site aqui ó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://iqons.com/"&gt;IQONS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, que bom, eu descobri hoje e fiquei com preguiça de ler pra ver o que é, mas é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em breve eu farei um para mim hahahahaha, já que eu adoro e tenho tudo quanto é tipo de site que dá pra criar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://fotolog.com/dee_dee"&gt;fotolog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(vários) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=1205193882102352297"&gt;orkut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://flickr.com/photos/rdeeas"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://myspace.com/rdeeas"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://twitter.com/raissadeeas"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://raissadeeas.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://rdeeas.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://yoututbe.com/raissadias"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; e acho que só, e não, eu não tenho o last.fm sei lá porque, em breve eu faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Então, todos moderninhos fazendo sites, entrando em outros para ver as tendencias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas o mais legal para tendencias é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://catwalking.com/"&gt;CatWalking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, mas esse, só com senha. Nele você pode ver mil fotos de cada desfile de cada estilista e de cada modelito, na sequência do desfile, certinho.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, haja filme, porque são muitas fotos, de muitos estilistas famosos, de Chanel ao brasilero Herchcovitch, mas isso já é outro assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;" href="http://myspace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-2715630536712624996?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2715630536712624996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/2715630536712624996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/03/moderninho.html' title='Moderninho'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-5394917481319272922</id><published>2007-03-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:10:47.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Viva, sonhos e mais sonhos. Os sonhos são engraçados, aparecem as pessoas que a gente menos espera e frases sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, sonho com sentido é o que eu não tenho ultimamente, o sonho de dormir, eu digo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos para alcançar, todos temos, e até onde eu sei os meus fazem sentidos, porém vamos voltar ao sonho em questão aqui, o sonho que a gente tem enquanto dorme.&lt;br /&gt;Poucas vezes eu consigo me lembrar, quando eu lembro são algumas partes ou pontos importantes, mas existem sonhos que ficam para sempre marcados.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um sonho de quando tinha 3 anos, até hoje eu nunca esqueci por causa do significado e do quão pesado ele foi para a época. Tem também o sonho da semana passada, que está aqui guardado por causa da intensidade e brutalidade que ele foi para minha cabeça. Outro sonho é por causa da saudade, de uma lacuna que jamais eu poderei recompor que é a perda, perda eterna, de quando alguém que era tudo em nossa vida morre, literalmente, essa é a perda mais dolorosa, e pode ter certeza de que quando sonhar com a pessoa algo marcante, você não esquecerá esse sonho. Existem pessoas na qual você sente saudade por não estar mantendo contato ou a pessoa se encontra distante, e sim, você também lembra dos sonhos com essa pessoa, não de todos, pois você pode simplismente sonhar com tal pessoa várias vezes, mas alguns sonhos ficam marcados, eu tenho 2 eternamente marcados e um de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, eu sou o cão labrador."&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a frase do sonho de hoje, que ficou aqui, marcado, pelo menos por hoje.&lt;br /&gt;O engraçado do sonho são as pessoas que aparecem no sonhos, pessoas que você não vê à tempos ou as vezes nem conhece pessoalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais me facina nos meus sonhos, é o simples fato de que tudo pode acontecer e de como são surreais, acontecimentos inusitados e alguns impossivéis de acontecer, como ir de um lugar pro outro apenas abrindo uma porta.&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como eu adoro sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe sonhe sonhe e pode ter certeza que os sonhos mais marcantes você não esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, parentes, amores, ex-amores, falecidos, pessoas desconhecidas, conhecidos, todos aparecem em nosso mundo, nosso mundo depois de fechar os olhos temporariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rdeeas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-5394917481319272922?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/5394917481319272922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=5394917481319272922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5394917481319272922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/5394917481319272922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/03/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-3132304040584816249</id><published>2007-03-04T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:30:23.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are an Advocating Creator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;então, fiz teste, sobre personalidade, resultado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="youare youareh"&gt;   You are an &lt;em&gt;Advocating Creator&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;" href="http://personaldna.com/"&gt;Teste Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;" id="report" class="youareh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You are a &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;" id="report" class="youareh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your imagination, confidence, willingness to explore, and appreciation of beauty make you a CREATOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;" id="report" class="youareh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are independent, and you enjoy your self-sufficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Defying convention, you are very innovative, and you have a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of things is important to you, and you have a keen eye for aesthetic beauty in multiple arenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong interest in what is new and exciting—and that includes forging ahead with new ideas, not simply discovering what is already out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eagerness to seek new and varied experiences leads you into many different situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not set on one way of doing things, and you are creative when it comes to finding novel solutions to complex problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust yourself to be innovative and resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence allows you to take your general awareness and channel it into creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independent streak allows you to make decisions efficiently and to trust your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fashion maven, up on trends, but distinct in your own style.  You don't follow trends, you set them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to believe that things happen for a reason, and that not everything is under our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Appreciate the earthly, practical elements of things—there is beauty in form as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are good at thinking abstractly, focusing on details a bit more may help you discover things about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;" class="reportsection"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How you relate to OTHERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;" id="report" class="youareh"&gt; You are &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Advocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Being social, empathic, and understanding makes you ADVOCATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find being around others exhausting—but not you! You    are energized by spending time with friends, and you are good at meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons you enjoy conversation as much as you do is that you often    learn about yourself while talking things out with a friend; you    realize things about your own beliefs while discussing them with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have insight into what others are thinking and feeling. This ability allows you to be happy for    others, and to commiserate when something has gone wrong for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly compassionate, and being conscious of how things affect those    close to you leaves you cautious about trusting others too hastily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these reservations, you are open-minded when it comes to your worldview; you don't look to impose your ways on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sensitivity towards others' plights contributes to an understanding—both    intellectual and emotional—of many different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who understands the complexities of the world around you, you are    reluctant to pass judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independent streak allows you to make decisions efficiently and to trust your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fashion maven, up on trends, but distinct in your own style.  You don't follow trends, you set them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to believe that things happen for a reason, and that not everything is under our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; While it's important to think about others, don't forget to take some time    for yourself, and occassionally to put yourself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take some time to spend with a few close friends; although it's difficult to find    people to trust, it's worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you have great ideas, it can be hard to relinquish control, but it can    also feel good to take the pressure off and enjoy someone else leading the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="reportsection"&gt;Your Personality Chart&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Confidence 78%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Openness 90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Extroversion 96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Empathy 68%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trust in others 48%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Angency 8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Masculinity 76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Femininity 88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Spontaneity 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Attention to style 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Authoritarianism 38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Earthy/Imaginative 24%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aesthetic/Functional 76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;R. Deeas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-3132304040584816249?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/3132304040584816249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=3132304040584816249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3132304040584816249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/3132304040584816249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-advocating-creator.html' title='You are an Advocating Creator.'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-6490999972001326872</id><published>2007-02-27T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:30:12.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariana Pride</title><content type='html'>e não é que tem haver mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso&lt;br /&gt;Estar à frente das outras pessoas. Receber incentivo e admiração, assim como também de um foco onde concentrar sua forte vontade de expressar-se. Tolerância das pessoas com quem se relacionam por causa do temperamento explosivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior Hipótese&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça-dura, irresponsavél, temperamental, agressiva, grosseira, egoísta, encrenqueira, desinteressada por tudo que não diga respeito da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agindo&lt;br /&gt;Rápida e audaz. De modo direto, me manifesto clara e sinceramente, sem complicações. Muitas vezes cínicas, mas em geral bastante inocente, quase ingênua. Não gosto nada de ser detida quando começa a agir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que seja novo, diferente, rápido, divertido e excitante. Desfruto do ar livre e de poder ser o centro de atenções num grupo de muitas pessoas. Me sinto atraída por arte e vida social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialmente&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradavél e também auto-suficiente. Aceito todo tipo de pessoa em meu círculo. Sei manter a conversa em andamento, e tenho inato talento para entreter as pessoas. Ganho amizades com muita facilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexualidade&lt;br /&gt;Não fico nunca à espera que me conquistem ou seduzam. Eu mesmo me encarrego disso, e decido rapidamente quem será minhas, digamos assim, vítimas. Meus impulsos são fortes, os desejos intensos, porém breves. Quando contrariada no impulso sexual, transformo-me rapidamente a excitação em cólera. Mas com a mesma rapidez que me enfureço, me acalmo e depois finjo como se não tivesse acontecido absolutamente nada. Criativa e desejosa de manter a passionalidade para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Hipótese&lt;br /&gt;Entusiasta, corajosa, despreocupada, amigavél, excitante, de grande poder de decisão. Muito correta e de grande esperteza. Incansavél por causa da grande energia que tenho. Confiante em mim mesma e inovadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando&lt;br /&gt;Muito alerta e incisiva, respeitosa e de moral elevada. Penso com rapidez e tenho sempre muitos recursos à mão para qualquer ocasião. Honesta comigo mesma, especialmente a respeito dos defeitos. Porém, muitas vezes de lógica duvidosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando&lt;br /&gt;Líder nata. Muito dinâmica, me dou bem em ambientes de trabalho complicados, aqueles que não privilegiam a concentração. Procuro prestígio e poder, e me motivo muito mais com o sucesso do que com o dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que seja previsível e mundano. Detalhes menores, o pessimismo, a vacilação, as demoras. Todos os tipos de fragilidades, ou ficar em repouso se doentes. Subserviência e estilos de vida sedentários (não 100%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;Do tipo amor à primeira vista, ou nunca mais. Tendência à casar depois de turbulentos romances. Ciumenta de pessoas que considero rivais. Esmero-me em manifestar todas as qualidades que possuo para deslumbrar a pessoa que quero conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criança de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Batalhadora e corajosa, preciso de movimento e muito espaço para canalizar minha aparentemente inesgotável energia. Quando forçada à inatividade me irritava muito, e expando esse estado de ânimo às pessoas que se encontram presentes. Tenho problemas de perseverança, e por isso o estudo não me atrai muito. Por outro lado, sinto-me desafiada a competir com as outras pessoas na força e na esperteza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa de hoje&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos muito profundos e sinceros, mas de pouca manifestação. Parecendo retraída, mas observando o mundo através dos meus olhos penetrantes. Posso me apaixonar com muita rapidez, e também a me desinteressar com a mesma velocidade. Detesto a rotina, e por isso não passo o tempo todo retraído, necessitando de vez em quando gritar e espernear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de um dia&lt;br /&gt;Entusiasta, cheia de energia, vivo a vida como se fosse uma constante luta. Sendo levada pelo impulso, pensando ao mesmo tempo que tomo atitudes. Afasto-me do que me incomoda, e tento resolver as situações em nome de todas as outras pessoas, mesmo que sem consultá-las. As situações turbulentas e tumultuosas me fascina. Quase sempre de alegre disposição, quando contrariada passo rapidamente à fúria. Brinco com a vida, tomando para mim a prerrogativa de comandar o próprio destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-6490999972001326872?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/6490999972001326872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=6490999972001326872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6490999972001326872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/6490999972001326872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2007/02/ariana-pride.html' title='Ariana Pride'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-113141572640565991</id><published>2005-11-07T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:08:46.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tática e Estratégia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minha tática é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mirar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Apreder como és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Querer-te como és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minha tática é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Falar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E escutar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Construir com palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Uma ponte indestrutivél&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minha tática é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fucar em tuas recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Não sei como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nem com que pretexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas ficar em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minha estratégia é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mais profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E mais simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minha estratégia é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Que em um dia qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Não sei como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nem com que pretexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me necessites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-113141572640565991?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/113141572640565991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=113141572640565991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/113141572640565991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/113141572640565991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2005/11/ttica-e-estratgia.html' title='Tática e Estratégia'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-112950311479683015</id><published>2005-10-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:53:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Além de Imaginação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente passando fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não é a fome que você imagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre uma refeição e outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente sentindo frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não o frio que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre o chuveiro e a toalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente muito doente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não é a doença que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre a receita e a aspirina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente sem esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não é o desalento que você imagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre o pesadelo e o despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente pelos cantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não são os cantos que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre o passeio e a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente sem dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não é a falta que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre o presente e a mesada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente pedindo ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E não aquela que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;entre a escola e a televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tem gente que existe e parece imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bonito né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sei de quem é, mas eu adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É bom para pensar e refletir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-112950311479683015?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/112950311479683015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=112950311479683015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112950311479683015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112950311479683015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2005/10/alm-de-imaginao.html' title='Além de Imaginação'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-112670133828391028</id><published>2005-09-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:12:19.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de Redação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como sempre, aqui estou, na aula de redação, mas já tô indo pra de história. Ninguém lê aqui, mas eu posto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na aula de redação tinhamos que procuar um poema ou uma poesia, eu achei esse, da Marta Medeiros, ela escreve umas coisas legais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir-se Amado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;O cara diz que te ama, então tá!&lt;br /&gt;Ele te ama.&lt;br /&gt;Sua mulher diz que te ama,&lt;br /&gt;então assunto encerrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que é amado porque lhe disseram isso,&lt;br /&gt;as três palavrinhas mágicas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas saber-se amado é uma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;sentir-se amado é outra,&lt;br /&gt;uma diferença de quilômetros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demonstração de amor&lt;br /&gt;requer mais do que&lt;br /&gt;beijos, sexo e palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se amado é sentir&lt;br /&gt;que a pessoa tem interesse real na sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;que zela pela sua felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;que se preocupa quando&lt;br /&gt;as coisas não estão dando certo,&lt;br /&gt;que coloca-se a postos&lt;br /&gt;para ouvir suas dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;e que dá uma sacudida em você&lt;br /&gt;quando for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se amado é&lt;br /&gt;ver que ela lembra de coisas&lt;br /&gt;que você contou dois anos atrás,&lt;br /&gt;é vê-la tentar reconciliar você com seu pai,&lt;br /&gt;é ver como ela fica triste&lt;br /&gt;quando você está triste&lt;br /&gt;e como sorri com delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;quando diz que você está fazendo&lt;br /&gt;uma tempestade em copo d'água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem-se amados aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que perdoam um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;e que não transformam a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;em munição na hora da discussão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se amado aquele&lt;br /&gt;que se sente aceito,&lt;br /&gt;que se sente inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se amado aquele&lt;br /&gt;que tem sua solidão respeitada,&lt;br /&gt;aquele que sabe que tudo pode ser&lt;br /&gt;dito e compreendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se amado quem se sente&lt;br /&gt;seguro para ser exatamente como é,&lt;br /&gt;sem inventar um personagem para a relação,&lt;br /&gt;pois personagem nenhum&lt;br /&gt;se sustenta muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se amado quem&lt;br /&gt;não ofega, mas suspira;&lt;br /&gt;quem não levanta a voz, mas fala;&lt;br /&gt;quem não concorda, mas escuta.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, sente-se e escute: eu te amo não diz tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-112670133828391028?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/112670133828391028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=112670133828391028&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112670133828391028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112670133828391028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2005/09/aula-de-redao.html' title='Aula de Redação'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-112107151062712403</id><published>2005-07-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:45:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had tender feelings that you made hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So when i go home, i'll be happy to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're just somebody that i used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You don't need my help anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's all now to you, there ain't no before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now that you're big enough to run your own show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're just somebody that i used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I watched you deal in a dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And throw a living past away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So you can be sure that you're in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're just somebody that i used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know you don't think you did me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And i can't stay this mad for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Keeping a hold on what you just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're just somebody that I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-112107151062712403?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/112107151062712403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=112107151062712403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112107151062712403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/112107151062712403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2005/07/elliot-smith.html' title='Elliot Smith'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11968807.post-111878590824230590</id><published>2005-06-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:51:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo é curto e rápido</title><content type='html'>Engraçado, adoro&lt;br /&gt;Vamos vamos vamos&lt;br /&gt;Não temos muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Devemos ir logo para aproveitar mais&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é curto demais&lt;br /&gt;Vamos vamos vamos&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é curto&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, pronto, chegamos&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vamos vamos vamos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar muito pois o tempo passa rápido&lt;br /&gt;Acabou&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vamos para a próxima aproveitar?&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos rápido pois o tempo é curto e passa rápido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raíssa Dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: sim, voltei com isso aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11968807-111878590824230590?l=rdeeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/feeds/111878590824230590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11968807&amp;postID=111878590824230590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/111878590824230590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11968807/posts/default/111878590824230590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdeeas.blogspot.com/2005/06/tempo-curto-e-rpido.html' title='Tempo é curto e rápido'/><author><name>Raíssa Deeas.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555757086931455156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq69CsFPmho/SOcRadOrz1I/AAAAAAAAACY/0jg9N4abobg/S220/ATgAAAD4vOHAGfwq7e8ae_dyXrjGCMD7yEWu7E60LXXMwvpTo_OrJ1Q_-lwOrZc4EzwCxve38zhqmneQ83o4WBsn6wItAJtU9VCtc4dzKzDZoeS0VeFCHzdQs4szzg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
