<?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-3396855</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:49.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom of Nothingless</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui o Satyr vai colocar umas coisinhas... pelo menos pro pessoal se divertir um pouco... ou se assustar.. hihihiihi 
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-79152931</id><published>2002-07-19T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T16:58:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; SEM TELEFONE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Um sujeito tocando um sino aparece* *DING DING DING!!*&lt;br /&gt;-PESSOAS QUE LEEM ESSA PORCARIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Blind tá sem telefone.... ó ceus.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ele não atualiza o Blog... está postando isso da casa de sua titia amada,  mas não pode demorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele acha que estará com telefone de novo em uns 15 ou 20 dias... até lá... comemorai, ó mortais pois o ser abjeto que rasteja nas profundezas não terá acesso a vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e Queijos&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/3396855-79152931?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/79152931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/79152931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79152931' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-78585395</id><published>2002-07-05T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T11:24:40.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Estou apaixonado.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Pela trilha sonora do Episodio II&lt;br /&gt;(e olhem que eu ainda nem vi o filme..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem então quando eu ver? Vou ter que comprar o CD, sem duvida... ai ai ai ai ai vou morrer em umas 35 pratas (contando o cinema e o CD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-78585395?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78585395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78585395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78585395' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-78585364</id><published>2002-07-05T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T11:23:00.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Mais do que na hora de atualizar essa porqueira... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou pra ficar sem telefone!!&lt;br /&gt;COisa de louco... a conta veio alta DEMAIS (demais até pro muito que eu uso) e minha mãe não pagou... então se eu ficar sem atualizar o blog por muito tempo (mais de duas semanas) é que eu estou sem telefone... ]=PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-78585364?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78585364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78585364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78585364' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-78232239</id><published>2002-06-26T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T15:16:09.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Template &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Acho que vou mudar esse template...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-78232239?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78232239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78232239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78232239' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-78208449</id><published>2002-06-26T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T01:20:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Um Balde chamado Design &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fazia faculdade de Desenho Industrial na Estácio de Sá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fazia??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAZIA!&lt;br /&gt;Eu chutei o balde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porqueeeeeee????????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não adianta fazer uma faculdade de &lt;b&gt;DESENHO INDUSTRIAL&lt;/b&gt; de é menos Desenho do que &lt;b&gt;INDUSTRIAL&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser desenhista. Acho que sempre desenhei, mas nunca pensei nisso quanto no ultimo ano...&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou tão na pilha de fazer isso que acho que ninguém me segura, nem o Mr. Hyde....&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga me disse no fim de semana que eu tenho que desistir de ser desenhista, eu vou mostrar pra ela que antes de desistir eu vou LUTAR pra ser desenhista... ainda não lutei... essa porcaria de curso de Desenho Industrial não ia me servir de nada na carreira de ilustrador/desenhista.&lt;br /&gt;Como bem disse o Marcelo hoje na aula: "Porra, vai procurar a tua turma, um cara com um talento desses e ainda vai fazer essa porcaria de curso aqui na estácio? Cara, vai correr atrás de editora, ver como arrumar um espaço nesse mercado, fazer esse curso só vai te emburrecer! Ou você é mais um daqueles que acha que mesmo com esse PUTA talento que você tem você ainda vai precisar de curso superior?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi a gota d'agua que eu precisava..&lt;br /&gt;Ja esta por aqui com o curso, ainda chega um cara que mal me conhece, e que SEMPRE critica todo mundo e me fala essa?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lah... acho q foi um sinal...&lt;br /&gt;Bom... deixa pra lah... depois escrevo mais sonbre isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-78208449?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78208449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78208449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78208449' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-78047263</id><published>2002-06-21T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T21:49:22.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Ouch.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatório da semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estado Físico: Doente, 39 de febre, uma dor no maxilar insuportavel que não me deixa quase falar e um calombo enorme na garganta que ajuda a dor no maxilar então TAMBÉM não posso mastigar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estado Mental: Agora relaxado, a umas 3 horas eu ainda estava em Berzekker Rage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi a boa noiticia que  vou ter que devolver o HD que está emprestado comigo... (por isso entrei em Berzekker Rage)&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos coloquei o outro pra funcionar.... (Por isso estou mais calmo)&lt;br /&gt;Mas como realmente Murphy é meu pastor e tudo me faltará ao mesmo tempo e na hora em que causar mais dor, incômodo ou prejuízo....&lt;br /&gt;Minha net ficou sem funcionar uns 2 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Minha professora de Projeto Básico não quis me abonar nenhuma falta e além disso me deu 4,5 num trabalho que todo mundo gostou (até o cliente), não viu os trabalhos que eu deixei na mesa dela no dia da prova (e não adianta, NÃO vou imprimir de novo, ela levou pra casa) e pra terminar, pegou a minha prova final e jogou pro lado sem nem ao menos comentá-la... já os trabalhos das meninas que era pro bendito concurso que ela quer que todos os alunos dela entrem (pra ela ganhar o premio de professor com mais alunos inscritos).&lt;br /&gt;Que mais?&lt;br /&gt;Perdi uns rascunhos de uns desenhos que tinham ficado ÓTIMOS.... e nem consegui faze-los de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...acho que é só isso... chega de me lamentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUI!&lt;br /&gt;.... ou não...afinal to morto de doente, devo ficar em casa e ALIÁS não ir no aniversário de Pekeno amanhã.....&lt;br /&gt;(merd)&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/3396855-78047263?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78047263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/78047263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78047263' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77886952</id><published>2002-06-18T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T10:08:17.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Como uma pessoa lerda demora para ter um estalo simples &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz um seis ou oito meses, eu e uma amiga experimentamos uma espécie de amizade colorida.&lt;br /&gt;(Eu devia lembrar melhor dessas coisas de data)&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que foi uma coisa totalmente sem compromisso, até pq eu nem gostava dela (tá, gostava mas não muito era sei lah, uma coisa diferente).&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando ela falou em sem compromisso eu imaginava q ela podia chegar a qq momento e dizer: "Ah, num to mais afim"&lt;br /&gt;Bom, um dia realmente ela falou isso, mas não com palavras. Sempre evitava q eu a visse, depois de uns 3 dias a ficha caiu. (não foi esse o grande estalo).&lt;br /&gt;Na época, eu nem liguei, afinal não tinhamos nenhum compromisso e tal... whatever... c'est la vie (se isso tiver errado azar)&lt;br /&gt;Hein? Ah sim! Quer saber qual foi o estalo?&lt;br /&gt;Ah sonhei com ela hoje e descobri q eu GOSTAVA dela.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu sou tão acostumado a ficar triste a toa que eu nem sei mais direito quando eu to triste eu nunca notei q tinha ficado triste MESMO com essa dela. Pelo menos se tivesse me dito alguma coisa eu tivesse percebido antes..&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viram? Até os Monges-Budistas-Robos-Insensíveis-Vulcanos pisam na bola às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;O bom que agora por descobrir o porque, é um motivo a menos apara ficar triste! (afinal já tenho mais motivos do que eu queria... ah... whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77886952?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77886952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77886952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77886952' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77819605</id><published>2002-06-16T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T18:43:58.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Sessão: As coisas bizarras que acontecem com o Otto &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou eu no aniversário da minha tia, comendo num restaurante e percebo que em outra mesa está sentado o dono da Melhor loja de RPG que niterói já teve. Não fui cumprimenta-lo pois eu não sabia se ele me reconheceria.....&lt;br /&gt;Depois de terminado o meu almoço, o resto do pessoal foi comer a sobremesa e eu fiquei sem o que fazer então eu notei que a mesa era recoberta com uma folha de papel... PRA QUE.... pedi uma caneta e começei a rabiscar.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz vaaaaaarios desenhos, nenhum que tenha saido lá essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O negócio é que quando eu saí, rasguei a folha e levantei pra mostrar pra minha tia (que estava sentada do lado oposto da mesa e não viu direito) foi então que aconteceu....&lt;br /&gt;O Lucio bateu o olho no meu desenho e me cumprimentou. &lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Reconheci você pelo desenho!" &lt;br /&gt;Na minha timidez absurda, agradeci e fiz um gesto com a cabeça, comprimentei a mulher  dele tbm.&lt;br /&gt;AIH SIM veio o fato bizarro... quando saí do restaurante, o lucio veio atrás dizendo que ia começar o programa dele de TV e que ele ia divulgar o trabalho de ilustradores de niterói se eu podia dar meu telefone e E-Mail pra ele pra ele entrar em contato comigo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Cara, espero que essa não seja mais uma dakelas q nunca se concretizam......&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/3396855-77819605?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77819605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77819605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77819605' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77657473</id><published>2002-06-12T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:10:09.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Li no Blog de um amigo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele escreveu que eu tive uns surtos de maldade numa época...&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAH ele não sabe de nada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77657473?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77657473' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77657440</id><published>2002-06-12T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:09:06.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; AH claro... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci de mencionar que eu MANDEI SIM, um presente de dia dos namorados pra uma pessoa... massssssss na verdade nem fui eu que mandei, foi a minhapersonalidade boazinha... HAHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, o presente voltou!&lt;br /&gt;Isto é, nem os caras do correio querem que eu mande um presente pra alguém, nem que o "eu" seja uma personalidade boazinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77657440?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77657440' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77657111</id><published>2002-06-12T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:04:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Dia do comércio &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dia 12 de Junho se "comemora" o dia dos namorados.&lt;br /&gt;Podem chamar do que quiserem, mas dia dos namorados é o meu $%^@#^! Isso é o dia do comércio! Só serve pra vender vender vender vender...&lt;br /&gt;Essa de dia do comércio é boa, foi dia por uma amiga minha que sempre disse isso, dia dos namorados só perde pro dia das crianças, porque tem que dar um presente pra CADA criança e pro natal, que CADA UM DA FAMÍLIA ganha um presente. No dia dos Namorados só dão uns pros outros, mas ainda assim, se um presente é vendido fatalmente outro também.&lt;br /&gt;NA VERDAAAAAAAAAADE, é muito engraçado como todas as datas que teoricamente são importantes acabam voltando pro lado comercial.....&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, se tiver o ke comemorar alguma coisa desse tipo algum dia, eu vou dar presentes que não custem nenhum centavo hahahahah protesto.. AEUahaeAEUheaEAUHEAaeuAEHaeAEUHaeuAEH a não ser que fosse o namorado dessa minha amiga citada acima, pois ela apesar de ter namorado se revolta MUITO nessa época, ODEIA flores (por que? "flores mortas não são presente pra ninguém") e se recusa a receber qualquer tipo de presente.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah eu adoro ela.&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/3396855-77657111?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77657111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77657111' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77466651</id><published>2002-06-07T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T13:31:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Seção teste &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelicwings.net/visitor/element.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.itsmysite.com/angelicwings/images/lead.gif" border="0" alt="What Element Are You?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahahaha!!!! Beeeeeeeem eu, embora nem muita gente vai concordar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77466651?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77466651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77466651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77466651' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77447968</id><published>2002-06-07T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T01:01:25.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Triste conclusão do dia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma amostragem com um numero consideravel de amigas encontrei o meu adjetivo.&lt;br /&gt;E... tchanananã....&lt;br /&gt;O Blind é......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOBO!&lt;/b&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/3396855-77447968?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77447968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77447968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77447968' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77421987</id><published>2002-06-06T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T13:01:03.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Coisas que não acontecem o tempo todo.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(com certeza não acontecem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem recebi um contact na minha lista do ICQ.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma menina (menina? 21 anos... tah bom...) da França!&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse q viu meus desenhos na ELFWOOD (no dia q eu APRENDER a colocar links nos posts eu coloco pra vcs)&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o negócio é que ela gostou muito dos meus desenhos e me chamou pra desenhar num Fanzine que ela e uns amigos tem!&lt;br /&gt;Que honra!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver no que vai dar!&lt;br /&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/3396855-77421987?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77421987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77421987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77421987' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77416183</id><published>2002-06-06T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T09:54:30.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; SpiderMan SipderMan tra-la-lá spiderman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentários sobre o filme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM. (nada de excepcional, mas foi bom sim)&lt;br /&gt;Não gostei de MJ, eu teria escolhido outra atriz... QUALQER OUTRA&lt;br /&gt;(Rhanna, ela NÃO se parece com vc, fala pra Belle não usar mais nenhum tipo de cogumelo... eles causam certas alucinações)&lt;br /&gt;NÃO, DEFINITIVAMENTE NÃO gostei da mascara do Green Goblin.&lt;br /&gt;Jah o ator, que eu nem lembro o nome, estava PERFEITO!&lt;br /&gt;Gostei do Peter Parker&lt;br /&gt;Gostei da Teia Organica&lt;br /&gt;Bom, a história aconteceu rápido demais... mas nada é perfeito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah claro! Fui ver o Filme com minha miguinha do coração, minha protegida, a Nix.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente de pois de uns 4 anos nos conhecemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77416183?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77416183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77416183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77416183' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77416026</id><published>2002-06-06T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T09:48:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Oh meu deus... a cada dia ficam mais espassados os posts &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(esse titulo não faz sentido pra vc? Nem pra mim...)&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/3396855-77416026?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77416026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77416026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77416026' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77126127</id><published>2002-05-29T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T23:38:08.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Coisas que as pessoas não entendem &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou a uns dois anos atrás quando eu estava no pré-vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;TInha uma menina MUITO bonita na sala.&lt;br /&gt;Bonita mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;er... acho que era, porque ela é muito parecida com um Desenho, não um desenho específico, com desenho, sabe.... bom, acho que era por isso que eu a achava tão bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, ela não ia com a minha cara mesmo. Não que isso fizesse diferença... mas eu resolvi desenha-la, MESMO ela não falando comigo dieiro!&lt;br /&gt;Desenhei, entreguei o desenho, disseram que ela gostou. As amigas dela ADORARAM pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;Daí vem a parte chata.&lt;br /&gt;TODO MUNDO ficou achando que eu estava afim dela!&lt;br /&gt;QUE ODIO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE ME ENCHIAM O SACO POR CAUSA DELA...&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahaahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Bom, pelo menos era só pilha deles....&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei disso pq a Tatiana (amiga minha) ficou dizendo hoje que ela era afim de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... deeeeeeeeixa queto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77126127?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77126127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77126127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77126127' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77092858</id><published>2002-05-29T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T23:19:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ALLTV &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUUUUUUUUUUUITO BOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alltv.com.br&lt;br /&gt;Podem ir lá... &lt;br /&gt;Criticaram meu gosto por FANTA UVA, mas é legal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-77092858?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77092858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77092858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77092858' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77069978</id><published>2002-05-28T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T14:39:53.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Spiderman spiderman, friendly neighbour spiderman.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://home.adelphia.net/~zybergoat/quiz/spidey/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://home.adelphia.net/~zybergoat/quiz/spidey/img/goblin.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://home.adelphia.net/~zybergoat/quiz/spidey/" target="_blank"&gt;Which &lt;i&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/i&gt; Character Are You?&lt;/A&gt; quiz by &lt;A HREF="mailto:zybergoat@hotmail.com"&gt;ZyberGoat&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro, né? Não podia ser outro.... bom, podia... o Doutor OTTO OCTAVIUS.. mas bom... nem tem ele no filme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Porque uma mãe chama um filho de Otto Octavius? Ela SABIA que ele ia se tornar o Octopus? sei lah... viva o Stan Lee.....&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/3396855-77069978?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77069978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77069978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77069978' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77069884</id><published>2002-05-28T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T14:37:02.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Megaman RULEZ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=megamanx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://marle.chronotrigger.com/luna/zero.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey Rockman/Megaman X fans! Take the &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=megamanx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which Mega Man X character are you most alike to?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz by &lt;lj user=airisu&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/3396855-77069884?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77069884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77069884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77069884' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77031009</id><published>2002-05-27T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T15:26:20.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Am I Evil? Yes I am! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="position: relative; width:200px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/90percentevil.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="arial" color="#C00000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 90% evil!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"&gt;[?]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="arial" color="#C00000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan, step back!  You're the evilest of evil!  No person is completely evil, and no person's all good either, but you're just a hop, skip, and jump away from king or queen of Hell!  Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&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/3396855-77031009?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77031009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77031009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77031009' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77026851</id><published>2002-05-27T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T13:11:53.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Post Especial para a minha elfa favorita &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHANNINHAAAAAAAAAA eu to aqui! aparece sei lá um dia de noite na semana, ou escreve pra mim....&lt;br /&gt;To di saudade também...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse seu telefone eu ligavu, mas como só tenho o de UV...&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/3396855-77026851?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77026851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77026851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77026851' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-77026755</id><published>2002-05-27T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T13:08:22.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; EIRPG {Encontro Internacional de RPG [Role Playing Game](Jogo de Representação)]} &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... vamos começar pelo Final... &lt;br /&gt;Relatórios de Danos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisico: Pernas incapacitadas, danos criticos espalhados pelo hull...&lt;br /&gt;Mental: Sooooooooono.&lt;br /&gt;Espiritual: Ainda não chegou o relatório.&lt;br /&gt;Emocional: 1, deixei meu "Elektra vive" lá com um amigo &lt;br /&gt;(esse dano é temporário pois ele chega hoje)&lt;br /&gt;Monetário: Gastei 40 reaus que nem foram comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora ao relatório das atividades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta: Cheguemo de manhã e fomos pro Inter.... eu o Helio e Pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;Nos perdemos no caminho e demoramos umas 4 horas pra fazer o caminho de meia (hora).&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta nunca é o melhor.. pois num tinha ninguém conhecido nem leilão... a coisa esquentou foi no sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, dormimos eu e Pekeno na rodoviaria, pq os putos não apareceram pra pegar a gente... so..... ]=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado: A-HA! Esse é o grande dia... o Freak Show, todo mundo fantasiado, coisa linda...&lt;br /&gt;Revi meus amigos e conheci alguns que eu não conhecia!&lt;br /&gt;Entrei no Leilão (a melhor atração do Evento) e comprei "Elektra Vive" por 5 paus e O livro dos Silent Striders por 10!&lt;br /&gt;UHuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!&lt;br /&gt;Comprei tbm um livro pro Animal (Helio) e um pro pekeno.... Sábado foi o melhor dia sem duvida...&lt;br /&gt;Depois do encontro, fomos pro hotel (FINALMENTE) dormir q foi uma coisa....  infelizmente isso foi uma merda no domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo: Porra... merda, eu devia ter saido sozinho.... fiquei enrolando com o pessoal e me fodi no horário... ]=(&lt;br /&gt;Masssssssss... foi legau legau... depois do encontro o povo Trails ficou rodando que nem peru tonto não fazendo nada... grrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer q nem o FOU e ter meu próprio caminho independente de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem.... só isso?&lt;br /&gt;Acho q só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecimentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Jedi, por aparecer, pq eu sempre sinto saudades dakele Valete (ele é um valete de baralho.. aUeaEAHeaU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Pekeno e ao Helio, por me acompanharem em loucas aventuras pela terra de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Tia CERESSSS a maisifofa tia que eu tenho que eu agradeço soh por aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de novo ao Helio e o Pekeno ADIANTADO, por pagarem o que me devem!&lt;br /&gt;SEUS MALDITOS!!!&lt;br /&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/3396855-77026755?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77026755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/77026755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77026755' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76838187</id><published>2002-05-22T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T09:58:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Quanto tempo..... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraio... quanto tempo não escrevo aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora é pra mandar um Quiz.... esse Quiz é BATATA! Funcionou pro Fozzy, e funcionou pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver se vai funcionar pro animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#000099"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FF6B40"&gt;&lt;td width="125" bgcolor="#1C1CFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geraldfield.com/nadinesplace/muppetquiz/gonzo.jpg" width="125" height="108"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="177" bgcolor="#1C1CFF"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#B0B0FF"&gt;You are Gonzo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#B0B0FF"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You're a bit loopy, and many people have trouble figuring out exactly what you're supposed to be. You take pride in your eccentricity and originality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000099"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldfield.com/cgi-bin/unofficial/quizzes/sfesurvey.cgi?whatmuppetareyou" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#7575FF"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;What Muppet Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos sabiam que eu era o Gonzo né?&lt;br /&gt;Será que ninguém nunca reparou que eu sou azul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76838187?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76838187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76838187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76838187' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76523996</id><published>2002-05-14T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T01:11:45.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; E o mundo não acabou &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraca, no domingo eu Bebi!&lt;br /&gt;Q absurdo... &lt;br /&gt;... não gente, não bebi até cair,.. tomei um gole de sangria.&lt;br /&gt;Nem ia tomar, mas o garçom trouxe 4 copos, encheu e aí.... pelo menos brindar eu tive né?&lt;br /&gt;E como é ruim brindar sem beber depois (na verdade, não faz muito sentido) eu tomei um gole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Bom, foi o suficiente, eu asquero Alcool mesmo... se é pra beber algo de uva eu bebo FANTA UVA mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... tá, na FANTA UVA tem tanta uva quanto num copo d'Dagua... mas o que vale é o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Perolas da Noite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Beber serve de desculpa ou Incentivo pra qualquer coisa" &lt;br /&gt;(essas pessoas com vontade fraca/ falta de coragem pra assumir quando fazem algo errado me enojam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ESSA foi a Melhor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Alcoolatra é quem tem o humor alterado quando bebe, só isso!"&lt;br /&gt;(Palmas para o Helio e a Juliana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda voltei pra casa 1:00 da manhã com pequeno BY FOOT (a pé), mó legal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76523996?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76523996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76523996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76523996' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76439794</id><published>2002-05-11T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T18:59:17.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Pedido de Desculpas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANDIIIIIIII, desculpa eu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho Scanner, sooooo... não consegui escanear a sua fadinha....&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vou conseguir... espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76439794?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76439794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76439794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76439794' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76248247</id><published>2002-05-07T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T00:43:50.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Sinais de fumaça &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade vccccccccccccccccc??????????&lt;br /&gt;Se vc ainda acessa isso, comente este Post.&lt;br /&gt;];)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76248247?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76248247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76248247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76248247' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76247043</id><published>2002-05-07T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T00:11:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Desviso de personalidade? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba.... eu tenho algum problema... eu só escuto ultimamente (desde que o meu HD queimou) músicas da Disney e musicas de Video-Game....&lt;br /&gt;Entre as minhas favoritas estão:&lt;br /&gt;A trilha sonora de Super Mario RPG (muuuuuuuuuuito legal)&lt;br /&gt;R-Type (de Master System... o de Snes eh uma cópia mal feita..)&lt;br /&gt;Algumas músicas de Alex Kidd in Shinobi World&lt;br /&gt;E as musicas de Yoshi's Island... são.... são.... (alguns vão me matar por isso) SÃO FOFAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76247043?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76247043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76247043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76247043' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76227481</id><published>2002-05-06T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T15:18:19.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Sessão: O inconsciente do Blind&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos loucos... hoje tive um de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava em Petrópolis para a feira de não-sei-o-que.&lt;br /&gt;Estavamos:&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;FOU&lt;br /&gt;Duas namoradas de FOU (AEUHaeEUHAE)&lt;br /&gt;Meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então encontramos as criaturas magicas de petrópolis, eram elas: Um monstro aleatório que eu não lembro a forma, um Zumbi e um esqueleto, eles tentaram matar a gente, mas o meu irmão atropelou os três e eles sumiram.&lt;br /&gt;Depois começei a ser perseguido por eles. (Meu irmão e o FOU sairam do sonho depois disso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu fugi pela cidade (que não parecia nada com petrópolis) e me escondi num jardim publico.&lt;br /&gt;Aí a Ciu apareceu andando de bicicleta: Blind! você tá estragando a minha cidade!&lt;br /&gt;Bizarro... bizarro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que.. a minha mente é louca mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;O pior foi que eu tinha que reunir tres pessoas pra então reunirmos 3 animais bizarros da cidade para destruir as Criaturas Mágicas..&lt;br /&gt;]=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76227481?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76227481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76227481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76227481' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-76029000</id><published>2002-05-01T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T01:59:46.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Celi-o-quê?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celibato.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sou oficialmente um celibatário.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reações: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kiridu... to preocupada com você" - Kally&lt;br /&gt;"Otto, deixa de merda" - Mr. Hell&lt;br /&gt;"Pelo menos você não vai querer ME comer" - Um camarada da faculdade&lt;br /&gt;"Se você tá feliz, a main nãom diz nada " - Tish, a minha mãe virtual.. ]=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiveram mais.. mas como eu perdi o HD num tenho o history das outras... AUEhEAUEaheaUEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Eu me amo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... embora não pareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-76029000?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76029000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/76029000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76029000' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75971874</id><published>2002-04-29T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T01:13:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Post depois de muito tempo... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que legal, no opera a janela do post é tão pequena que nem dá pra ver o que eu escrevo... deixa pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o que eu vou escrever?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, vamos as novidades... AUEHaeUEAhaeU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois Hd's em Uma semana, queimou o meu principal, depois eu recussitei um da minha pilha de sucata pra dar conta até eu comprar outro, mas ele queimou com os meus backups...]=//// droga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, só isso por enquanto.&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/3396855-75971874?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75971874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75971874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75971874' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75828631</id><published>2002-04-25T22:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T22:01:36.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Sem o que escrever &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não venho escrevendo por causa dos problemas da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;e como esse aqui é o reino do nada, e não o muro das lamentações, eu não vou ficar me lamentando todo dia...&lt;br /&gt;AUEhaAUehUAEhaeEAUHae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguma coisa vai dar certo, alguma coisa tem que dar errado para a força superior que está fazendo as coisas darem errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-75828631?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75828631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75828631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75828631' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75534545</id><published>2002-04-18T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T01:32:24.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Seção Post mortem &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BANG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki Jaz Otto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*'té téééééé.....* &lt;-- Isso eh uma corneta&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/3396855-75534545?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75534545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75534545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75534545' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75273566</id><published>2002-04-11T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T01:16:19.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Fim do Blog? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que sim, não tenho mais nada o que escrever aqui mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que terminei uma fase da minha vida, uma fase onde tudo foi facil.&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixei os sentimentos mandarem na minha razão.&lt;br /&gt;Me dei bem.&lt;br /&gt;MAS QUEM DISSE QUE EU QUERO ME DAR BEM?&lt;br /&gt;Passar perrengue é estar vivo...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir é pros fracos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver ENTENDER as coisas... o ke eh MUITO mais dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Dificil.... essa eh A palavra,.... só não é melhor que IMPOSSIVEL.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, adeus mortais, fiquem vocês com seus corações e seus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;EU vou pra onde é mais dificil... AEUHaUAHaeAEUAEHeAAEUHaeEAUH!!!&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/3396855-75273566?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75273566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75273566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75273566' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75230197</id><published>2002-04-09T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T23:47:13.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Respeito à Realeza &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as 7:30 da manhã a inglaterra parou para o funeral da Rainha (o presunto embalsamado real)&lt;br /&gt;Eu também mostrei todo o respeito que tinha por ela e fui dar uma cagada.... coloquei God Save the Queen e me aliviei tra;cando um paralelo com o que acontecia na inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... a Rainha esta morta! VIDA LONGA A RAINHA!&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/3396855-75230197?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75230197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75230197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75230197' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-75079788</id><published>2002-04-05T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-06T01:39:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sessão Teste&lt;br /&gt;                     como não acontece nada de interessante, fico fazendo testes.... ]=P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.duasbichas.hpg.com.br/dna1.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vaitrabalhar.blogspot.com"&gt;Porra, pobre crian&amp;ccedil;a!&lt;br&gt;Teste &lt;br /&gt;    de DNA On Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUEHaeEUAHaeAEUHeaeAU!!!! Cara, minha barriga tah doendo de tanto rir...&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/3396855-75079788?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75079788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/75079788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75079788' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11451409</id><published>2002-04-04T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T10:48:10.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Teste Legal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=100 HEIGHT=100 SRC="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour/9.png" ALT="What Flavour Are You? I taste of Death." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I taste of &lt;B&gt;Death&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone want a taste of death? Well they should. Most people deserve death. Keep away from me unless you think you're better than that. I probably won't like you. &lt;A HREF="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour.pl"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11451409?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11451409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11451409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11451409' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11425292</id><published>2002-04-03T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T17:47:10.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Eu adoro essas coisas no RPG &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês sabiam que em Merps (RPG do Senhor dos Anéis) Precisa-se de MUITO XP (experiencia) pra passar de nivel... isso é calculado conforme o Nivel da criatura que você matou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauron tem nivel 500.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu personagem tá no Décimo nivel.&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu personagem matar Sauron (numa cagada FENOMENAL) ele NÃO chega no Nivel 11?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto.... Gandalf o Cinzento tinha nivel 80 antes de matar o Balrog&lt;br /&gt;Depois que ele voltou como Gandalf o Branco ele tava no 120! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí vem a minha pergunta... QUAL O NIVEL DO BALROG?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai entender......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11425292?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11425292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11425292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11425292' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11424888</id><published>2002-04-03T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T17:30:01.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Star Trek RULEZ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=200 border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.red-anubis.com/quizes/tpol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma, arial" size=2&gt;You're T'Pol. You are very analytical and logical, as any good Vulcan is, but this makes you stick out like a sore thumb. You're cold and calculated, but there's a softer side to you that you tend to keep under wraps.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.red-anubis.com/quizes/entquiz.html"&gt;Take the Enterprise Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/redanubis"&gt;redanubis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha q ser o vulcano.&lt;br /&gt;(ou A vulcana... como se fizesse diferença)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11424888?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11424888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11424888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11424888' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11418085</id><published>2002-04-03T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T13:48:55.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Falando mal de Testes... pelo menos esse é engraçado &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://astro.temple.edu/~meyers/smb/dk_mario.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a celebrity, a natural born leader, and a mascot. When old people think of video games, they oftentimes get a mental image of me. Countless times I've been called into battle to save Peach from various baddies, even back in the days of Atari, and I have never faltered. Others may be jealous, but who cares? I'm Mario!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://astro.temple.edu/~meyers/smb/"&gt;What Super Mario Bros character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aUEheaUAEhaeAEUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11418085?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11418085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11418085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11418085' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11400280</id><published>2002-04-03T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T00:43:52.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Papai do Céu.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra diminuir o tamanho do mundo pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ele ficar menorzinho... do tipo, do tamanho de niterói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse  post tbm poderia se chamar: Por quê meninas Legais/Inteligentes/Perfeitas Não moram em niteroi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11400280?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11400280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11400280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11400280' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11397667</id><published>2002-04-02T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-02T23:29:54.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Revolta contra os testes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quê todos os testes da Net nunca tem a resposta que eu queria dar?&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das respostas consistem em coisas felizes....&lt;br /&gt;Aí fica fodegas ter um resultado satisfatório...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11397667?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11397667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11397667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11397667' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11397348</id><published>2002-04-02T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T00:38:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; O caso da Lagartixa-Lemingue-Highlander &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu na boa indo descer as escadas da minha casa ontem... quando, DO NADA cai uma lagartixa do teto.&lt;br /&gt;Um filhote... pretinho e pequenininho.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, isso nem é o mais incomum... mas ela pulou no primeiro degrau, provavelmente apavorada com uma criatura tão grande, feia e barbada na frente dela.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu pensei: "ela vai subir na parede de volta e ficar no teto dessa vez"&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu pisei na escada, que nào chega a ser uma escada em espiral mas dá uma volta de 180 graus, ela SE JOGOU do segundo andar.&lt;br /&gt;CARA q bizarro... eu me segurei muito pra não rir... só deu pra ouvir o *Plec* lá embaixo&lt;br /&gt;O pior, quando eu desci ela estava no primeiro degrau. Inerte.&lt;br /&gt;Na boa... peguei minha água.. vi um filme e voltei.&lt;br /&gt;La ainda estava a lagartixa na mesma posição.&lt;br /&gt;E se passou a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acorde no dia seguinte vem a minha mãe e diz: "Otto, tinha uma lagartixa pequenininha pretinha na pia da cozinha!"&lt;br /&gt;Eu caih na risada... minha mãe nada entendeu até eu contar o episódio pra ela...&lt;br /&gt;HJAHAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi ante ontem... ela agora se apossou da escada... tá lá desde então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11397348?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11397348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11397348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11397348' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11331245</id><published>2002-04-01T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T01:39:13.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CANTEMOS! BEBAMOS!! &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EY IM-TA FEY DE-JA I...&lt;br /&gt;EJAHDAK-SO-TAS GHOS VA SKRAL BYTEEK&lt;br /&gt;EMPA JAJ LAW-MOCH JAJ-PUSH&lt;br /&gt;JAJ KAYLESS MOLOR-MIGH HOHK-CHEW KOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teca sap pra quem não entende lhufas de Klingon.&lt;br /&gt;And the blood was ankle deep...&lt;br /&gt;And the river Skral ran crimson red&lt;br /&gt;On the day above all days&lt;br /&gt;When Kahless slew evil Molor dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraca... ainda encontro alguém pra cantar isso comigo tomando fanta-uva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11331245?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11331245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11331245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11331245' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11224353</id><published>2002-03-28T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T18:38:50.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Parei pra pensar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive falando com uma amiga hoje e ela me disse uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;"Puxa Otto, você anda tão triste ultimamente, sua voz tá diferente, seu olhar tah diferente você não está mais animado como antes... que está acontecendo?"&lt;br /&gt;(foi a segunda pessoa a me dizer isso no mesmo dia)&lt;br /&gt;Também, depois que eus "amigos" andaram debandando (digo "amigos" poquê se fossem AMIGOS não debandavam)&lt;br /&gt;Nem eh por ficar sozinho... sempre me virei com meus "amigos", pelo menos eu tinha O QUE fazer... agora não tenho mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS AGORA CHEGA!&lt;/b&gt;Eu vou passar a me divertir sozinho!  E vai começar HOJE!&lt;br /&gt;HMmmmmmmm... bom, pretendo sair, e da rua mesmo ver se encontro uma coisa pra fazer, e ainda vou sair andando que vão se criando mais opções..&lt;br /&gt;É! E se não melhorar nada, que se dane também... eu posso me adaptar a &lt;i&gt;qualquer&lt;/i&gt; coisa!&lt;br /&gt;ORAS!&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/3396855-11224353?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11224353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11224353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11224353' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11218180</id><published>2002-03-28T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T15:28:01.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Sessão Musical &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in a Mourning Hall - Blind Guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was close to a real fallout&lt;br /&gt;everything's under control&lt;br /&gt;the speaker said with a serious smile&lt;br /&gt;behind his mask&lt;br /&gt;he knew the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring a new age of better ways&lt;br /&gt;the TV preacher said&lt;br /&gt;just pay today&lt;br /&gt;pay today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;on earth's judgement day&lt;br /&gt;and I?&lt;br /&gt;I know it can't go on&lt;br /&gt;forbidden signs increase&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting still at home&lt;br /&gt;and watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;pale clouds feared the unborn child&lt;br /&gt;then it grew up with growing plans&lt;br /&gt;of suicide&lt;br /&gt;born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;shadows left the fear inside&lt;br /&gt;that Peter Pan will never reach&lt;br /&gt;the other side It's frightening&lt;br /&gt;exciting to sit at home&lt;br /&gt;and watch the burning fields&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;hypnotized by the TV snake Obey and work hard&lt;br /&gt;and feel no anger&lt;br /&gt;just sympathy for the higher class&lt;br /&gt;there's no chance in changing things&lt;br /&gt;cause I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;silent cries ran out&lt;br /&gt;when the cradle breaks&lt;br /&gt;broken dreams were unheared on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;shadows left the fear&lt;br /&gt;in the new born child&lt;br /&gt;that Peter Pan will never reach&lt;br /&gt;the other side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a part of the machine&lt;br /&gt;a puppet on the strings&lt;br /&gt;a rebel, once&lt;br /&gt;now I'm an old man Oh, I know this can't go on&lt;br /&gt;but the ghost called fear inside&lt;br /&gt;lames my tongue, my nerves, my mind&lt;br /&gt;eternal fall down&lt;br /&gt;someone cut the strings off&lt;br /&gt;I can't move&lt;br /&gt;to get back courage&lt;br /&gt;I've to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;but not today&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;caught inside a web called life&lt;br /&gt;the only way to get out soon&lt;br /&gt;is suicide&lt;br /&gt;born in a mourning hall&lt;br /&gt;pale souls built a frozen world&lt;br /&gt;infected brains&lt;br /&gt;will never reach the other side&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11218180?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11218180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11218180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11218180' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11213743</id><published>2002-03-28T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:00:35.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Malditos americanos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINGUEM comentou o meu desenho no Forum do Joe Madureira...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que se fodam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(perão aos mais sensíveis pelo palavrão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11213743?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11213743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11213743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11213743' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11213705</id><published>2002-03-28T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T12:59:33.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; DROGA DE YAHOO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que merda viu.. não consigo mandar um E-mail sequer pra lista da &lt;b&gt; &lt;Color=red&gt; TURMALUKA &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LOGO AGORA QUE EU IA COMEÇAR UM JOGO.... e não posso acerttar os detalhes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH QUE SE DANE!&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu me explico pro pessoal... quem entender muito bem, quem não, paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11213705?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11213705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11213705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11213705' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11098301</id><published>2002-03-25T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T11:27:41.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Divagações &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              (O pior é que no final me acham um metido...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe sempre diz: "Otto, vc deve pegar mais leve com as pessoas."&lt;br /&gt;Não gente, não nesse sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Eh pq muitas vezes eu entendo as coisas rápido, rápido demais até.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o pessoal da Faculdade, meus amigos, minha mãe, em suma, todo mundo ainda tá meditando sobre o assunto pra entender eu já estou fazendo algo a respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Então já viram né?&lt;br /&gt;Pior que às vezes eu tento explicar pros outros é então q eu cago tudo. Porque eles não entendem o que eu to explicando, muito menos entendem que eu to explicando pra ajuda-los, aí minha gente.... que vai pro brejo. Todo mundo achando que eu to fazendo isso só pra me mostrar o bom.... e alguns ainda achando q eu to ensinando errado, porque "Ninguém pode entender isso tão rapido"&lt;br /&gt;(sim, já ouvi isso, mas o melhor foi ter q ouvir as desculpas do cara quando o professor disse que o meu exercício estava certo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.... &lt;br /&gt;Chega.&lt;br /&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/3396855-11098301?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11098301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11098301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11098301' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11098094</id><published>2002-03-25T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T11:18:50.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; QUE OS HOBBITS MORRAM EM MORDOR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÝEEEEEEEEEAH!!! Senhor dos Anéis não ganhou melhor filme.&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, passei a noite toda torcendo contra.... AEheaEAUHeaEAUEHeAUAEH&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos valeu a pena....&lt;br /&gt;Nem melhor diretor.&lt;br /&gt;Nem melhor ator coadjuvante........&lt;br /&gt;Ah, vcs devem saber.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidadeeeeeeeeeee felicidadeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notaram alguma aversão à Senhor dos Anéis?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11098094?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11098094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11098094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11098094' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11058110</id><published>2002-03-24T02:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T02:35:20.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coisas q melhoram nossa noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol: hahaha... sabia que vc melhorou meu humor?&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/3396855-11058110?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11058110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11058110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11058110' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11054007</id><published>2002-03-23T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T23:49:54.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sessão Musical 1&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, the kind I like to meet,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, I don't believe you,&lt;br /&gt;you're not the truth,&lt;br /&gt;No one could look as good as you&lt;br /&gt;Mercy&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, won't you pardon me,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, I couldn't help but see,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, that you look lovely as can be&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely just like me?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, stop a while,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, talk a while,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman give your smile to me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, look my way,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, say you'll stay with me&lt;br /&gt;`Cause I need you, I'll treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby, Be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, don't walk on by,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, don't make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman, don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, O. K.&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it must be, O. K.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go on home, it's late&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tomorrow night, but wait!&lt;br /&gt;What do I see&lt;br /&gt;Is she walking back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's walking back to me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pretty Woman.&lt;br /&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/3396855-11054007?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11054007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11054007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11054007' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-11040641</id><published>2002-03-23T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T13:58:18.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Apreensivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postei um desenho no Forum do Joe Madureira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....vamos ver q q esses americanos acham dos meus desenhos.. ]=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-11040641?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11040641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/11040641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11040641' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10974569</id><published>2002-03-21T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T14:25:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Quem precisa de namorada? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumei um CD com 300 jogos de Super Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os Roms de CPS2 (Fliperama da Capcom)&lt;br /&gt;uns 40 jogos de mega&lt;br /&gt;uns 500 de nintendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Vou jogar emulador até o fim dos meus dias.&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/3396855-10974569?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10974569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10974569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10974569' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10967993</id><published>2002-03-21T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T10:34:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Quando As coisas não dão certo&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi.... UM DIA DE MURPHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, vou até o centro com dois amigos, iamos com um terceiro, mas o Pekeno tava sem cartão e não podia ligar pro Gustavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, ao chegar no Centro, compro uma revista CARA.&lt;br /&gt;E a revista não tem NADA...... q odio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu passo mal pra caraio, pressão baixa, volto pra casa as pressas.... e minha Mãe me enche de Água e Sal... tah bom, era o ke tinha q ser feito.. .mas putz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes de eu dormir, depois q me despedi da Pirinha, meu mirco deu pau e eu tive q reinstalar o ICQ, Winamp e mais uns progamas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh uma beleza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10967993?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10967993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10967993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10967993' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10898698</id><published>2002-03-19T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T12:54:52.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sessão Revolta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putz, que zona tá o meu quarto de estudos... talvez seja por isso que eu não consiga desenhar... o caos se instalou aqui... tem um monte de papel entulhado aqui... cara, deve ter uns 40 quilos de papel nesse quarto!&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA! ORGANIZAÇÃO JÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Isso é uma das coisas que não dá mais... Tem outras... mas a sessão revolta fica por aqui no momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*interrupção mamãe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARALEO! VOLTOU A REVOLTA... força total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe do Blind: Otto, vc naum colocou a agua no filtro pra mim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind: Mãe, vc não foi na área depois que você chegou, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei disso, Watson? Eu já tinha colocado de manhã e ela, como sempre, reclamou sem nem ver se eu tinha feito ou não.... caracoles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda liga uma tia minha pra cá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titia do Blid: Otto, já acordado a essa hora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So que ela SABE que a minha mãe da aula de manhã, então as 8:30 ela NÃO está em casa, e eu estou dormindo.... como só moramos eu e minha mãe aqui, se ela não está, consequentemente EU tenho que ser acordado pra atender o telefone...&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/3396855-10898698?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10898698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10898698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10898698' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10884525</id><published>2002-03-19T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T01:03:01.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Caraca &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu me defino hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Substrato do pó de merda da asa da mosca do coco do cavalo do bandido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10884525?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10884525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10884525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10884525' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10876704</id><published>2002-03-18T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T21:38:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Direto do ICQ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blind: No dia q eu tiver coragem ou anestesia eu vou produzir uma (cicatriz) em mim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: produzir????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind: eh...&lt;br /&gt;*olhar sinistro*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: ñ é mais fácil sofrê-la?? *pegando o punhal e sorrindo insanamente*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (não publicável sem devida autorização)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind: Problema eh dor... eu sinto muuuuuuuuita dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: nada q anestesia ñ resolva!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo Depois....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pekeno: "negar a dor é permanescer não-nascido para sempre'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois eu li:&lt;br /&gt;"A dor é a fraqueza deixando o seu corpo" - Zerthmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Nic, ainda tem o punhal??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10876704?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10876704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10876704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10876704' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10870559</id><published>2002-03-18T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T18:27:31.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen/mystique.jpg" border=1 alt="Mystique"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen/mystique.htm"&gt;Mystique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen"&gt;What X-Men Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEUheEUAhaeU&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente tenho uma queda por vilões... era a UNICA vilã do Teste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10870559?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10870559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10870559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10870559' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10859389</id><published>2002-03-18T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T12:27:51.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Odio? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse num post anterior que a minha criatividade destrutiva ia bem.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, vai bem a beça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe esses dias ajudei no desmatamento de um terreno ]=D&lt;br /&gt;Tinham algumas árvores, eu fiz QUESTÃO de me livrar delas... o Sr. X (naum vou divulgar nomes no Blog sem autorização) não queria me deixar... mas eu insisti e ele deixou... hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;USAR UM MACHADO PRA DERRUBAR UMA ÁRVORE EH MUITO BÃO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(recomendação do Satyr: EXPERIMENTEM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também quebrei pedras com uma marrtea... e usei uma britadeira aqui no condominio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não é odio como pensou a Galla.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me divirto! Não tem nada de odio nisso...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não ouvem FUNK? Eu destruo coisas....&lt;br /&gt;(ok, ouvir Funk eh um disturbio mental, ao contrario da minha sede de destruição)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de consumo: Serra-Elétrica, Lança-Chamas abastecido por Napalm, Dniamite/explosivos plásticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10859389?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10859389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10859389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10859389' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10855330</id><published>2002-03-18T09:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T09:33:47.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Blind 1 Computador 0 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh mostrei pra essa máquina quem é que manda!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempinho, claro.... consegui colocar a imagem lá em cima... &lt;br /&gt;AEUEHAEHUaeEAUEHaaeUAEHaeUAEh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10855330?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10855330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10855330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10855330' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10842467</id><published>2002-03-17T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T23:48:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ué? Cade?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade a minha criatividade construtiva? (a destrutiva está em ótima forma, obrigado)&lt;br /&gt;Faz uma semana que eu não pego numa lapiseira pra desenhar, cara, nem lembro da última vez que fiquei TANTO tempo sem desenhar... e é sem desenhar NADA, nem rabiscos na faculdade, isso pode se tornar um problema.... ]=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10842467?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10842467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10842467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10842467' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396855.post-10828520</id><published>2002-03-17T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T15:08:40.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmm.... começando o Blog... vamos ver se eu consigo escrever alguma coisa legal por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem costumo escrever muito mas vamos ver no que vai dar.... ]=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3396855-10828520?l=blind_satyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10828520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396855/posts/default/10828520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blind_satyr.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10828520' title=''/><author><name>Otto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07271618412229882796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
