tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45600516347392494972024-03-13T14:02:55.285-07:00diario de uma amendobobafalta do que fazer dá nisso (;jiang L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349371489646428518noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4560051634739249497.post-5017362290580462092011-02-20T04:30:00.000-08:002011-02-20T04:30:24.266-08:00Gaga kawaii!eu andei dando uma fuçada pelo youtube esses dias<br />
e encontrei um depoimento da Lady Gaga sobre "born this way"<br />
e eu simplesmente curti pra caramba! *-*<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/fJc42O87_Oc/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJc42O87_Oc&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJc42O87_Oc&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>jiang L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349371489646428518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4560051634739249497.post-61289941762778893392011-01-09T15:54:00.000-08:002011-01-09T15:54:02.773-08:00-diário da amendoboba<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Amendoboba</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ?! Eu ?! </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nao</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> sou muito fã de amendoim , mas é assim que muito me chamam , só pelo fato de eu ser aquela </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">palhaça</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> que sempre dá aqueles conselhos que </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nao</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> nasceram na terra . Claro , esse aqui é meu segundo </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">post</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> e eu </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ja</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> estou escrevendo como se isso fosse uma rotina.</span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> , isso </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nao</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> é rotina , mesmo porque essa aqui é a primeira vez que eu tomo coragem e vergonha na cara para escrever TUDO em um Blog por aqui e ainda pensar que </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">alguem</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> vai ler. Ù_Ú</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Tem </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">alguem</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> lendo por ai ?! </span></span></span>jiang L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349371489646428518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4560051634739249497.post-80105791934160536712011-01-04T10:55:00.000-08:002011-01-04T12:39:15.840-08:00do fundo do baú (;<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Tenho saudades da minha infância.Parecia que,naquela época,eu tinha a atenção garantida de todos.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Ao mesmo tempo,não gostava muito de uma parte dela...</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Eu era humilhada no jardim de infância; Sempre tinha briga em casa,e sempre diziam que era por minha causa,ou por minha culpa. Eu tinha apenas 4 ou 5 anos..realmente não entendia nada do que acontecia,</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">simplesmente assistia e chorava; E sempre no final de cada briga, minha avó descontava a raiva dela em mim. Me batia,me xingava, procurava motivos para me dar broncas...</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Mas tinha um outro lado,que eu adorava,e que fazia tudo isso valer a pena.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Adorava ir ao parque para ver os sapinhos e os girinos, sempre gostei de ir até o topo das montanhas, sujava minha roupa com sorvete, meu </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">pai me colocava no pescoço dele e saia andando comigo, quando voltávamos de carro para casa, fingia estar dormindo só para ser levada no colo, dormia no sofá e acordava na minha cama, meu avô sempre me levava para dar uma volta no final da tarde, e eu amava isso.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Mas hoje, parece que todas essas sensações boas sumiram. A única coisa que não mudou foram as brigas. Antes eu tentava agradar,fazia manha, só para conseguir atenção dos adultos. Mas agora, mesmo que eu faça alguma coisa certa para tentar agradar, ninguém liga,ninguém me diz nada. Talvez seja por isso que eu vivo querendo a atenção de amigos e conhecidos. Porque não tenho isso em casa... </span></span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UihMVoOjsaA/TSNse-bsK5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vrH15AfwsvQ/s1600/030.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UihMVoOjsaA/TSNse-bsK5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vrH15AfwsvQ/s1600/030.png" style="cursor: move;" /></span></a></div>jiang L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349371489646428518noreply@blogger.com19