<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:43:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne*Karol</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;p id="description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gugaeane.nafoto.net"&gt;fotolog&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~anne_karol"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-110342032331205941</id><published>2004-12-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:38:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estou cansada. de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;de absolutamente todas as coisas que me rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;principalmente de coisas fúteis e de amizades falsas.&lt;br /&gt;ando cansada da solidão também.&lt;br /&gt;sei que parece ridículo mais é a pura realidade.&lt;br /&gt;nada de coisas efêmeras, superfluas, só queria me sentir segura,&lt;br /&gt;amavelmente amada. (vida pessoal em jogo mode = on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que angústia, que dor. tá foda suportar.&lt;br /&gt;foda mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;i'ts over.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-110342032331205941?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/110342032331205941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/110342032331205941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/12/estou-cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-110044860965701201</id><published>2004-11-14T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T08:11:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queda Livre</title><content type='html'>"Quando eu caí e beijei o chão,&lt;br /&gt;Vi em seus olhos algum brilho de prazer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhá, essa música não sai da minha cbeça.&lt;br /&gt;Por que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Mil perdões!&lt;br /&gt;Acabei trocando o sistema de comentários e perdi todos os comments dos posts anteriores...&lt;br /&gt;Muita Joselitagem da minha parte... O_o&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quer saber, sem nenhuma inspiração p/ postar hj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-110044860965701201?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/110044860965701201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/110044860965701201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/11/queda-livre.html' title='Queda Livre'/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-109979977494082071</id><published>2004-11-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:56:14.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have insomnia, you never know if you're sleeping or awake</title><content type='html'>nhá. queria muitão dormir agora mas não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meo, odeio narcisismo.&lt;br /&gt;ridículo isso.&lt;br /&gt;os putos ridículos que ficam se vangloriando e ficam com aquela pose blasé e demodê ridícula em busca da aprovação dos outros em tudo aquilo que forjam fazer (porque, definitivamente, tudo aquilo não faz parte de seus respectivos hábitos diários).&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que tudo isso não passa de uma puta solidão avassaladora que paulatinamente faz com que seres sem um pingo de inteligência mórbida passem a mudar sua personalidade em busca de coisas supérfluas (pra mim e não p/ eles.).&lt;br /&gt;Putos! Vocês vão morrer gordos e feios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry pelo bafon escrito aqui...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-109979977494082071?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109979977494082071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109979977494082071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-you-have-insomnia-you-never-know.html' title='When you have insomnia, you never know if you&apos;re sleeping or awake'/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-109933616856207385</id><published>2004-11-01T11:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:14:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birtday!</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi níver do meu tio.&lt;br /&gt;Cara esqueci completamente...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hj vai rolar um churras lá no prédio, e eu como boa sobrinha que sou vou curtir horrores!&lt;br /&gt;É, não vai rolar Vivo. Umas pessoinhas furaram -já estou acostumada com essas coisas, aliás, ando me acostumando com as coisas com uma facilidade... Bom, isso não importa. O fato de terem furado é até bom, pois eu não preciso ficar "dividida" entre uma baladinha com meus amigos ou um churras com my family...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando muitão nessa segunda.&lt;br /&gt;O bom é que não irei ter aula.&lt;br /&gt;Sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me dá de presente uma torta de morango beeeeemmmm graaandooonaaaaa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vontadinha a mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-109933616856207385?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109933616856207385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109933616856207385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birtday.html' title='Happy birtday!'/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-109927121913059596</id><published>2004-10-31T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T17:06:59.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache </title><content type='html'>Ainda com muita doooorrrrrr de cbça.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you shine just like sunlight rays on a winter snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just had to tell you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your eyes sparkle as the stars like the moon the glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your smile could light the world on fire or did you know ?&lt;br /&gt;your mind's full of everything that i want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just had to let you know i just had to tell you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my butterflyfly high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly fly fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-109927121913059596?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109927121913059596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109927121913059596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/10/headache.html' title='headache '/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931304.post-109908082598146041</id><published>2004-10-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:13:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de um oftalmo urgentemente...</title><content type='html'>Criei algum tempo um outro blog.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei dias e dias personalizando-o com um template muito lindo, com frames e colunas lindas e perfeitas e quando estava quase no fim acabei perdendo o tesão por html.Por isso abri uma conta aqui no blogspote não pretendo mudar tão cedo esse layout aqui. Não estou preocupada com q os outros vão pensar, se vão gostar ou não, enfim, eu quero mais é escrever aqui o q me der na telha. &lt;strong&gt;Os incomodados é que não leiam&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931304-109908082598146041?l=annekarol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109908082598146041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931304/posts/default/109908082598146041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekarol.blogspot.com/2004/10/preciso-de-um-oftalmo-urgentemente.html' title='Preciso de um oftalmo urgentemente...'/><author><name>Anne*Karol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404151124112111564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gugaeane.nafoto.net/images/photo20050823151330.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
