<?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-1601718569904032622</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:58:09.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jéh Maya</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093058407471570145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhfVrobVBfI/TYvqcYaY9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/6eehejxN_kg/s220/j.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1601718569904032622.post-6518789081483539372</id><published>2011-04-08T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:12:03.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkI0RKFWA1I/TZ-xkURRjQI/AAAAAAAAACE/cz1SzYZ3rS0/s1600/blog+-+jessica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkI0RKFWA1I/TZ-xkURRjQI/AAAAAAAAACE/cz1SzYZ3rS0/s320/blog+-+jessica.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você já foi forte o bastante pra aguentar até na hora de tomar banho para chorar? Para não precisar ficar escutando as &amp;nbsp;pessoas falarem :”Nossa como ela chora por qualquer coisa” ou “Ai para de chorar, para de ser boba”. É horrível ter que fugir dessa forma, para pessoas que não tem sentimentos. Eu posso ser boba, mas eu tenho motivos para sofrer, coisa que eles não entendem. É&amp;nbsp;horrível&amp;nbsp;ter que esperar até hora de tomar banho pra poder ter um tempo sozinha, onde você consegue pensar, chorar sem ninguém te incomodar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1601718569904032622-6518789081483539372?l=garotajessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/feeds/6518789081483539372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-ja-foi-forte-o-bastante-pra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/6518789081483539372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/6518789081483539372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/04/voce-ja-foi-forte-o-bastante-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093058407471570145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhfVrobVBfI/TYvqcYaY9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/6eehejxN_kg/s220/j.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkI0RKFWA1I/TZ-xkURRjQI/AAAAAAAAACE/cz1SzYZ3rS0/s72-c/blog+-+jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1601718569904032622.post-6575193583328177015</id><published>2011-03-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:24:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4pFtk-82k/TZE0mlMabOI/AAAAAAAAABg/VFd07MbuswY/s1600/jessica+e+rafael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4pFtk-82k/TZE0mlMabOI/AAAAAAAAABg/VFd07MbuswY/s1600/jessica+e+rafael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Você lembra daqueles dias, que tudo, quase sempre não significava nada. Que você sentia, apenas sentia que ele era o escolhido, volta ao tempo real e percebe como esta agora, se toca que parou pra lembrar daquele garoto da sua rua, aquele que brincou, que brigou, e que fez chorar,mas que depois do choro, a esperança de tê-lo continuava ali,, la no fundo, em um lugar jamais encontrado dentro de você. &amp;nbsp;O primeiro amor a gente nunca esquece, essa frase já teve vários sentidos para mim, no entanto agora, somente agora percebi seu real significado, e o quanto é verdadeira e sincera essa frase tão popular.. podemos não estar com esse amor agora, ter cada um seguido suas vidas, deixado para trás, aquele sentimento tão inocente, de querer viver pra sempre ao seu lado, sem imaginar q o futuro estava&amp;nbsp;tão próximo, e que veio e já passou. &amp;nbsp;Agora olho para ele, ainda é o cabelo que eu tanto gostava, só mais moderno, ainda tem o mesmo sorriso, sendo esse mais maduro, o olhar, o andar, os gestos, pelo qual eu sonhava são os mesmos, mas falta algo, a expectativa de tê-lo aqui ao meu lado, sumiu. O primeiro amor não esqueci, tenho ele guardado no lado das melhores lembranças..' &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1601718569904032622-6575193583328177015?l=garotajessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/feeds/6575193583328177015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-lembra-daqueles-dias-que-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/6575193583328177015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/6575193583328177015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-lembra-daqueles-dias-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093058407471570145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhfVrobVBfI/TYvqcYaY9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/6eehejxN_kg/s220/j.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4pFtk-82k/TZE0mlMabOI/AAAAAAAAABg/VFd07MbuswY/s72-c/jessica+e+rafael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1601718569904032622.post-640405665810405555</id><published>2011-03-24T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:00:39.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles não são você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-agdglyLCqco/TYvowbUU7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9L08nJATK08/s1600/Peyton_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-agdglyLCqco/TYvowbUU7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9L08nJATK08/s1600/Peyton_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Neste momento, há 6 bilhões, 470 milhões, 818 mil, e 671 pessoas no mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. algumas estao fugindo com medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. algumas estão indo pra casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. algumas mentem para conseguir superar o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. outras estão encarando a verdade agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. alguns são homens maus em guerra contra o bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. e alguns são bons, lutando contra o mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seis bilhões de pessoas no mundo, seis bilhões de almas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;E algumas vezes ... Você só&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;precisa de uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1601718569904032622-640405665810405555?l=garotajessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/feeds/640405665810405555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/eles-nao-sao-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/640405665810405555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/640405665810405555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/eles-nao-sao-voce.html' title='Eles não são você!'/><author><name>Jessica.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093058407471570145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhfVrobVBfI/TYvqcYaY9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/6eehejxN_kg/s220/j.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-agdglyLCqco/TYvowbUU7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9L08nJATK08/s72-c/Peyton_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1601718569904032622.post-1379824754708870517</id><published>2011-03-24T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:42:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu amo voce *--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tr4iOKVcegE/TYvWpR4LS2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8jIIi2EIRI/s1600/DSC00010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tr4iOKVcegE/TYvWpR4LS2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8jIIi2EIRI/s320/DSC00010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe que sempre poderá contar comigo! é do seu lado que eu estou (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1601718569904032622-1379824754708870517?l=garotajessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/feeds/1379824754708870517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-amo-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/1379824754708870517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1601718569904032622/posts/default/1379824754708870517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotajessica.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-amo-voce.html' title='eu amo voce *--*'/><author><name>Jessica.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093058407471570145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhfVrobVBfI/TYvqcYaY9dI/AAAAAAAAABA/6eehejxN_kg/s220/j.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tr4iOKVcegE/TYvWpR4LS2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8jIIi2EIRI/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
