<?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-6344342</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:36.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>how did you get here?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344342.post-110955131812599532</id><published>2005-02-27T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:41:58.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esperando atualizações, pela raíz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110955131812599532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110955131812599532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110955131812599532' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110434192311807686</id><published>2004-12-29T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:38:43.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando o homem é uma ilhaQual era a verdade de cada pessoa, daquelas que me rodeavam numa casa geralmente alegre? Eu descobrira que nem sempre dizia o que pensava: e os outros?Perplexidades adultas: por que nos perdemos tanto? Por que tantos encontros amigos ou amorosos, e mesmo profissionais, comecam com entusiasmo e de repente - ou lenta e insolitamente - se transformam em objeto de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110434192311807686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110434192311807686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434192311807686' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110383657949671073</id><published>2004-12-23T19:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:16:48.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110383657949671073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110383657949671073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110383657949671073' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110263336654507398</id><published>2004-12-09T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:09:19.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje estava pensando em coisas clichês enquanto minha mãe era o assunto principal de uma discussão minha comigo mesmo... Sabe umas de "é a pessoa mais importante da minha vida", "te amo mais do que tudo no mundo"? Pois é, isso tudo é verdade com relação à "pessoa mais maravilhosa que eu conheço". E aí, antes de concluir que o que eu queria fazer no Blog hoje era uma declaração de amor, decidi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110263336654507398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110263336654507398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110263336654507398' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110244769171361812</id><published>2004-12-07T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:28:11.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A coisa mais importante na vida é a família. Tem dias que você a ama e em outros, não... mas você sempre pode contar com ela. Às vezes, é a família na qual você nasceu... às vezes, é a famíla que você mesmo escolheu."Carrie Bradshaw</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110244769171361812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110244769171361812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110244769171361812' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110185940892651600</id><published>2004-11-30T21:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:09:52.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudades de fazer com que o meu blog seja mais do que depoimentos perdidos no tempo, tipo incompleto. Isso afeta o meu T.O.C. (É, eu tenho T.O.C.)Os últimos tempos têm sido construtivos, nada melhor. Nada como nova rotina e novas companhias. Acho que continuo escrevendo em tópicos! Algum problema? Preciso me desconectar do meu fotolog* e esquecer os sustenidos..Sem me precipitar, e nem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110185940892651600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110185940892651600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110185940892651600' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110039177555447625</id><published>2004-11-13T22:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:24:26.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#Caso de amor!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110039177555447625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110039177555447625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110039177555447625' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-110028747997406619</id><published>2004-11-12T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:24:39.973-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Partir andar, eis que chega Essa velha hora tão sonhada Nas noites de velas acesas No clarear da madrugadaSó uma estrela anunciando o fim Sobre o mar sobre a calçada E nada mais te prende aqui Dinheiros, grades ou palavras Partir andar, eis que chega Não há como deter a alvorada Pra dizer, um bilhete sobre a mesa Para se mandar, o pé na estradaTantas mentiras e no fimFaltava </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110028747997406619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/110028747997406619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110028747997406619' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109855929968622127</id><published>2004-10-23T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:21:39.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day I´ll fly way...Bom sentir o coração cheio, partes da vida preenchidas.. entretanto o lado negativo de se apaixonar não chega a ser a distância em km's, mas a distância das nossas realidades, nossas vidas..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109855929968622127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109855929968622127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109855929968622127' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109806793500802073</id><published>2004-10-17T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:52:15.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Te pego na escola e encho a tua bolaCom todo o meu amor,Te levo pra festa e testo teu sexoCom ar de professor.Faço promessas malucasTão curtas quanto um sonho bom,Se eu te escondo a verdadeBaby, é pra te proteger da solidão*Trilha do weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109806793500802073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109806793500802073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806793500802073' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109764335571331400</id><published>2004-10-13T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:55:55.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse texto foi um presente, numa segunda-feira, fim da tarde, do Cecell, e esses momentos são os mais importantes.Com o tempo, você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você. O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você. No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109764335571331400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109764335571331400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109764335571331400' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109748196493281252</id><published>2004-10-11T04:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T05:06:04.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você consegue me fazer feliz..And you can tell everybody this is your songIt may be quite simple but now that it's doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in wordsHow wonderful life is while you're in the world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109748196493281252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109748196493281252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748196493281252' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109354440978932305</id><published>2004-08-26T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:25:52.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Incrível como as vezes não conseguimos controlar nossos pensamentos.Uma noite dessas, antes de dormir comecei a imainar que o prêmio da mega-sena era meu, e como iria gastá-lo. Foi difícil conseguir dormir.Mas hoje o dia começou diferente. A rotina está diferente e é tão difícil conseguir me adaptar a mudanças tão constantes.Hoje os tais pensamentos incontroláveis surgiram logo cedo e despertaram</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109354440978932305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109354440978932305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109354440978932305' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109207516713946095</id><published>2004-08-09T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:52:51.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taí a razão de eu ser mau-humorado de vez em quando, de conversar baixo, de gostar de educação e amar a Deus sobre todas as coisas.Parabéns pai, seu dia é dia de agradecer por ser seu filho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109207516713946095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109207516713946095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109207516713946095' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-109017700274525563</id><published>2004-07-18T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T15:56:42.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cada um tomou rumos diferentes, um tanto parecidos, mas a personalididade típica de cada um trouxe crescimento individual.. Somos unidos, nos amamos, somos amigos e teremos futuros brilhantes pela frente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109017700274525563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/109017700274525563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109017700274525563' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108888942634157437</id><published>2004-07-03T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T18:17:06.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada como dormir bastante.. e um trabalhozinho divertido, na medida do possível..A minha amiga Malba me disse que eu sou sensível, achei engraçado, mas acaba sendo verdade. É tão fácil me abalar.. hoje mesmo bastaram dois cliques no mouse pra ficar bolado.Vou tentar nao me abalar, melhor não!playing :: wilco :: she´s a jar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108888942634157437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108888942634157437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108888942634157437' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108822172891917649</id><published>2004-06-26T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:48:48.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho que só vou conseguir me livrar da força da minha idade no aniversário do ano que vem..Tenho crescido muito, ficado mais auto-confiante e maduro. O medo de não dar conta do recado passou.....Ainda me sinto sozinho, tive a certeza de que um super sentimento escorregou pelas minhas mãos e eu não corri atrás porque não quis, e tive medo. Caralho, é muito ruim sentir como se tudo tivesse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108822172891917649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108822172891917649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822172891917649' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108778838884905770</id><published>2004-06-21T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:26:28.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando a gente conversaContando casos besteirasTanta coisa em comum Deixando escapar segredosE eu não sei que hora dizerMe dá um medo (que medo...)Eu preciso dizer que te amo Te ganhar ou perder sem enganoEu preciso dizer que te amo, tantoE até o tempo passa arrastadoSó para eu ficar ao teu ladoVocê me chora dores de outro amorSe abre, e acaba comigoE nessa novela eu não quero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108778838884905770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108778838884905770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778838884905770' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108767424594683395</id><published>2004-06-19T16:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T16:47:59.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há um tempinho não apareco por aqui, já estava com saudades.. Nos últimos tempos tenho percebido que estou subindo mais um degrau, ou então andando mais alguns metros a frente. É muito gostoso ter a sensação de estar crescendo, aprendendo.. Eu quero ver o por do sol,Lindo como ele sóE gente pra ver e viajarNo seu mar de raio.Eu quero ver o por do sol,Lindo como ele sóE gente pra ver e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108767424594683395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108767424594683395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108767424594683395' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108727274084945920</id><published>2004-06-15T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:12:20.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já está entre os três primeiros da minha lista de favoritos.. Marcante, emocionante, cheio de vida, de dor, alegria e algumas das melhores músicas de um puta ídolo. Assitir vai valer a pena, pode ter certeza!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108727274084945920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108727274084945920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108727274084945920' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108697375725565249</id><published>2004-06-11T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:10:58.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já adiantando, feliz dia dos namorados para os casais, e boa balada pra gente, né amigos?..ainda solteiro, apesar dos feelings..monday you can fall aparttuesday wednesday break my heartthursday doesn't even startit's friday I'm in love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108697375725565249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108697375725565249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697375725565249' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108675460164552515</id><published>2004-06-09T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T01:16:41.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Os Quatro Compromissos"(Dom Miguel Ruiz)"Estar vivo é o maior medo que os homens possuem. A morte não é o maior medo que temos; nosso maior medo é assumir o risco de estar vivo - o risco de estar vivo e o de expressar o que somos na realidade. Simplesmente sermos nós mesmos é o maior medo do ser humano. Aprendemos a viver pelos pontos de vista das outras pessoas, por causa do nosso medo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108675460164552515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108675460164552515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675460164552515' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108657996098979280</id><published>2004-06-07T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T00:46:00.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*O final de semana me surpreendeu muito, eu me surpreendi. Fiquei triste, passou, voltou, mas no final das contas eu estou inteiro.Precisei ficar um pouco sozinho para perceber alguns erros, precisei dos meus amigos para me ajudar a enchergar algumas coisas e precisei dormir pra esquecer de tudo.Rolou Brasilia nesse weekend, meio decepcionante, mas valeu, do tipo mais ou menos.*Hoje me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108657996098979280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108657996098979280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657996098979280' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108642553221273029</id><published>2004-06-05T05:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T05:52:12.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje precisei chorar, não tinha ninguém pra segurar a minha mão</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108642553221273029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108642553221273029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108642553221273029' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108623840695309373</id><published>2004-06-03T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:55:57.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já saí pra caminhar sem rumo, sem nada na cabeça, ouvindo estrelas.Já corri pra não deixar alguém chorando.Já fiquei sozinho no meio de mil pessoas sentindo falta de uma só.Já vi pôr-do-sol cor-de-rosa e laranjado.Já me joguei na piscina sem vontade de voltar.Já senti medo do escuro. Já tremi de nervoso.Já quase morri de amor.Já apostei em correr descalço na rua, já gritei de felicidade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108623840695309373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108623840695309373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108623840695309373' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108590908216767115</id><published>2004-05-30T06:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T06:24:42.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quer saber como foi o meu final de semana?Mais ou menos assim ó:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108590908216767115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108590908216767115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590908216767115' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108579533855855333</id><published>2004-05-28T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:48:58.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pérola da noite, vinda do meu colega de sala: "O Outkast ganhou o Gremmy Latino". Latino?Ai, é muito triste estudar com essas pessoas, me sinto como se estivesse a andares e andares acima deles no quesito cultura.Ao contrário do que pode parecer de início, não estou mau-humorado. Ao contrário, hoje é sexta-feira e eu adoro as sextas-feiras!Bom fds pra todos!PS: Parabéns pra Jaque! Ei, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108579533855855333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108579533855855333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579533855855333' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108554479631282455</id><published>2004-05-26T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T01:13:16.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO SAD...Ouvir estrelasDireis ouvir estrelasCerto perdeste o sensoE eu vos direi no entantoQue para ouví-las muita vez despertoE abro as janelas pálido de espantoEnquanto conversamosCintila a via lacteaComo um pátio abertoE ao vir do sol, saudoso em prantoInda as procuro pelo céu desertoQue conversas com elasO que te dize quando estão contigoAh... Amai para entendê-lasAh... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108554479631282455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108554479631282455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108554479631282455' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108528060416031558</id><published>2004-05-22T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:50:04.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vai ter uma festa que eu vou dançar até o sapato pedir para parar. aí eu paro tiro o sapato e danço o resto da vida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108528060416031558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108528060416031558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108528060416031558' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108512471921918543</id><published>2004-05-21T04:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T04:31:59.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diálogo é fundamental para qualquer relação, independente do grau. Vale a pena verbalizar até mesmo as pequenas coisas, como um "boa noite", ou um "aham", e até um "e aí, beleza?".Hoje descobri que respostas precisam aparecer. Precisamos saber onde pisamos. No entanto, se o caminho não for visível, vale sempre a pena dar meia volta, sofre um pouquinho com uma 'regrassão' e começar de novo.As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108512471921918543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108512471921918543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108512471921918543' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108502626806509401</id><published>2004-05-20T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T01:11:08.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje a aula foi sensacional, não porque algum diálogo tenha sido construtivo, ou uma super nota aparecido...Procurando Nemo durou três horários e eu pude me sentir satisfeitíssimo com o baleês da Dory.. Dia mais calmo, conclusão do mau humor? CRISE DOS 18!Ainda não cheguei a conclusões certas sobre tudo isso, acho que por enquanto so posso ter certeza de que expecatativas foram quebradas na</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108502626806509401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108502626806509401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502626806509401' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108493355161240333</id><published>2004-05-18T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:26:07.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ando meio chato ultimamente, principalmente com a minha mãe, que tem sido a minha maior companhia nesses últimos dias...Estou ancioso para crescer, mas preciso aprender que as vezes é preciso subir sem escada..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108493355161240333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108493355161240333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493355161240333' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108485104480994575</id><published>2004-05-18T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:30:44.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A certeza de estar vivendo algumas horas do meu dia em um mundo totalmente diferente do meu está me deixando meio triste.. O nível cultural das pessoas da minha sala do 2° período é muito inferior ao de todas as pessoas do meu ciclo de amizades, inclusive ao meu.Ainda não consegui bater um papo com uma pessoa da sala por mais de 30 segundos. Fico ouvindo as palavras que passam pelo meu ouvido e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108485104480994575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108485104480994575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485104480994575' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108473354078059241</id><published>2004-05-16T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:52:20.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You just call out my name And you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Winter, spring, summer or fall All you have to do is call And I'll be there You've got a friendI heard your voice through a photographI thought it up and brought up the past Once you've know you can never go backI've got to take it on the othersideGrande amigos da vida, grandes presentes de Deus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108473354078059241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108473354078059241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108473354078059241' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-10845076227350509</id><published>2004-05-14T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:07:02.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So please be careful with me, I'm sensitiveAnd I'd like to stay that way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/10845076227350509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/10845076227350509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10845076227350509' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108433833057545229</id><published>2004-05-12T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:07:52.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Até então to achando melhor ir pra escola a noite, só não acho que eu precise ouvir coisas do tipo:O meu professor de inglês que só usa camisetas escritas "Jesus Salva":"O senhor odeia lábios mentirosos"Um colega (dos novos) que de cada 10 palavras pelo menos oito são erradas conversando sobre a Disel:"A disel era uma boate heterA (heterA!!) mas agora virou gay"Daí a resposta do mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108433833057545229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108433833057545229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433833057545229' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108424750676515972</id><published>2004-05-11T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:51:46.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje percebi que a segunda-feira pode não ser tão ruim.. O trabalho começou e mesmo rolando um medinho leve estamos dispostos a encarar.Não estou gostando muito de trabalhar em casa, tenho medo de me enjoar. Se bem que acho que isso vai acontecer, inevitavelmente!Hoje é um dia que vai ficar na história.. comecei a estudar a noite, meu Deus! A escola já não é muito boa, imaginem na companhia de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108424750676515972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108424750676515972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424750676515972' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108415055262622760</id><published>2004-05-09T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:01:49.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dizem que a mulher e um sexo fragilMas que mentira absurdaEu que faco parte da rotina de uma delasSei que a forca esta com elaVejam como e forte a que eu conhecoSua paciencia nao tem preco...Mas pra quem deu luz nao tem mais jeitoPorque o filho quer seu peito...Nao preciso dizer que e apessoa mais importante do mundo, nem que e a melhor mae do mundo, nem mesmo a mulher mais linda que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108415055262622760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108415055262622760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415055262622760' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108395290025946872</id><published>2004-05-07T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T15:06:08.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opa! Fim de semana chegou, e aqui vamos nos.. preciso tomar cuidado pra nao enrolar a lingua..minha luz tem acendido com muito menos bebida!Mas ta batendo uma saudade do meu primo Juninho pra tomar uma cerveja com a gente.. ah! a Wendy e o Moge tambem.. Sem contar no Marcim que esta la na minha terra.. Mas eu prometo que a gente curte bastante por eles nesse weekend. Espero estar vivo na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108395290025946872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108395290025946872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395290025946872' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108381406220194755</id><published>2004-05-06T00:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T00:36:38.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been so highi've been so downup to the skiesdown to the ground...armando oscilando... ...parabens p/ o pedro...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108381406220194755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108381406220194755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108381406220194755' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108365011373089599</id><published>2004-05-04T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T02:59:15.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valeu a pena seguir o aviso do destino e olhar de uma forma especial pro meu bloco de anotacoes e entrar no site da ellus, que pro sinal e da mesma marca.. minha grife favorita.You leave your home for days and daysAnd I know, said I knowYou got another woman somewhere around*moby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108365011373089599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108365011373089599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108365011373089599' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108354031830359885</id><published>2004-05-02T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:29:39.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cara nova pro how did you get here? Gostou? Estava com muita vontade de fazer algo mais simples, com menos informaao possivel. Talvez pra comemorar os 18, nova fase, idade nova e template novo! Eu estava mesmo precisando.. e ainda preciso renovar um monte de coisas na minha vida, como crescer alem dos dezoito..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108354031830359885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108354031830359885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354031830359885' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108336856232549682</id><published>2004-04-30T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:26:03.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sera que Deus esta sendo justo ou esta dando bonus antecipado?Ouvir David Gray em um dia como o de hoje e como fumar um cigarro depois de uma foda..Se meu blog nao representasse mais que diario talvez eu pudesse deixar aqui somente minha experiencia com a faxina, ou com a conta de luz que nao foi paga e que acabou resultando no corte da minha energia, ou mesmo sobre as 3 horas e meia (ou mais)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108336856232549682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108336856232549682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108336856232549682' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108321854729007309</id><published>2004-04-29T02:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T03:07:45.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adorei a noite, principalmente pela companhia da Degrossi, que eu estava morrendo de saudades.Nada melhor como ter certeza de que alguem gosta de vc pelo que vc e de verdade, e nao por causa de quem vc escolhe pra ir pra cama...Tell me love isn't true It's just something that we do Tell me everything I'm not butplease don't tell me to stop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108321854729007309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108321854729007309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108321854729007309' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108307932544075129</id><published>2004-04-27T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:26:19.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ganhei esse texto de presente de aniversario. Veronica, amo vc.(...)Como aliviar a dor do que nao foi vivido? A resposta e simples, com um verso: se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!A cada dia que vivo, mais me conveco de que o desperdicio da vida esta no amor que nao damos, nas forcas que nao usamos, na prudencia egoista que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos tambem a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108307932544075129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108307932544075129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307932544075129' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108291286969406360</id><published>2004-04-25T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:12:01.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estamos em 25 de abril.. e quer saber se eu estou feliz? Muito! Nao porque o dia esta sendo maravilhoso, ou porque estou fazendo festa, mas porque quando abri a janela o dia estava nublado (e ainda esta), e um dia feliz porque a primeira pessoa a me dar feliz aniversario e uma das mais importantes da minha vida. O dia 25 de abril poderia ter comecado no momento em que eu acordasse, mas eu tive a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108291286969406360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108291286969406360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108291286969406360' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108267233072110916</id><published>2004-04-22T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:22:58.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faltava abandonar a velha escolaTomar o mundo feito coca-colaFazer da minha vida sempre o meu passeio publicoE ao mesmo tempo fazer dela o meu caminho so, unicoTalvez eu seja o ultimo romanticoDos litorais desse oceano atlanticoSo falta reunir a zona norte a zona suliluminar a vida ja que a morte cai do azulSo falta te quererTe ganhar e te perderFalta eu acordar Ser gente grande </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108267233072110916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108267233072110916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267233072110916' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108253714850258517</id><published>2004-04-21T05:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T05:50:59.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A balada acabou de acabar. Foi divertida, amizades em alta e os amigos de sempre da mesama forma: maravilhosos!Ta certo que eu estou bebado, alem de gripado (e claro), mas ainda estou lucido o suficiente pra dizer quanto sentimento existe aqui dentro. Apesar de a Dianne, o Carlo e o Marcell me fazerem companhia no 708, me sinto sozinho, com saudades. Poxa, queria viver algo do tipo "concreto", </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108253714850258517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108253714850258517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108253714850258517' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108252078263188150</id><published>2004-04-21T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T01:22:26.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, i´m with my friends..Marcinho, CeCell, Malbete, Didi, Lucas, Carlo, Brunete, Amanda, Adriana, Rodrigo e Leandro.TUDO minha festa!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108252078263188150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108252078263188150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252078263188150' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108251039332287121</id><published>2004-04-20T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:23:58.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...the party is gonna start, but...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108251039332287121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108251039332287121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251039332287121' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108234392127962980</id><published>2004-04-18T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:09:24.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu vou fazer uma cancao de amorpara gravar num disco voadoruma cancao dizendo tudo a eleque ainda estou sozinho, apaixonadopara lancar no espaco sideralminha paixao ha de brilhar na noiteno ceu de uma cidade do interiorcomo um objeto nao identificado que ainda estou sozinho, apaixonadoE, Uberlandia mexeu comigo e o P.Henrique continua vivo.. no meu coracao..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108234392127962980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108234392127962980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108234392127962980' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108173228543311935</id><published>2004-04-11T21:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:17:21.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Semana Santa acabou.. Mas ta valendo pq eu ja estava mesmo morto. Meu corpo ja nao consegue mais resistir ao meu belobodorme, apesar de que se esse feriado durasse mais alguns dias eu mandava ver..O feriadao foi otimo. Alias, otimo e pouco! Foi sensacional pelas companhias, pelo alcool e ate pelos almocinhos.. Ja estou sentindo saudade da minha amiga Wendy, no entanto todos os momentos, desde os</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108173228543311935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108173228543311935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173228543311935' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108153110234071377</id><published>2004-04-09T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T14:28:53.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey! I'm back!! Com a situacao financeira mais calma, depois do retorno na linha telefonica eu estou de volta!O holiday chegou ne? Comecamos ontem belissimos com a chegada da WS e estamos no pique, mesmo com a pseudo-ressaca que me abala nesse momento.."if we took a holiday took some time to celebrate just one day out of life it would be, it would be so nice ...holiday celebrate holiday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108153110234071377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108153110234071377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153110234071377' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108083635690221918</id><published>2004-04-01T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:22:55.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hum... bom ontem na boate...Parabens pra Regina e special thanks para os meus melhores amigos Malbete, CeCell e Marcinho!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108083635690221918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108083635690221918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083635690221918' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108043999844755718</id><published>2004-03-27T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:16:50.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ao som de "vivemos esperando, dia melhores, dias de paz, dias a mais, dias que nao deixaremos para traz..." o Armandinho esta aqui, esperando que amanha seja um domingo daqueles, com uma puta paz de espirito, bebendo com os meus melhores amigos (com a ausencia de alguns, claro) e tentando pegar um bronzezinho basico pra arrasar no proximo weekend...Eu quero um monte de coisas no momento, mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108043999844755718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108043999844755718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108043999844755718' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108033024072687083</id><published>2004-03-26T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:47:30.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu adoro nao ir a aula e acordar lembrando da super-quinta-penne-ao-curry!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108033024072687083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108033024072687083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108033024072687083' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-108000983692564214</id><published>2004-03-22T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:39:20.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> TO VIVO, TO AQUI !Saudade de publicar o que tem passado nesse coracao quase maior de idade....Gosto do domingo, do Frozen da Malba, Cecel e Marcinho, da pipoca com sazon, do Soundtrack by Cher, Alanis e Des`ree. Sem contar com os bobons pro final da noite. Nao  estou online, devo estar pensando na prova de que perdi no sabado, enquanto conto com minha amiga com uma faixa pink na cabeca , mas o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108000983692564214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/108000983692564214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000983692564214' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107924409373198288</id><published>2004-03-14T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T03:04:47.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST ESPECIALJUJU!!!Ei amiga, que saudade de beber com vc, pena que vc nao bebe mais... Ontem eu acabei caindo na balada de sempre e apesar de ter sido legal eu queria ter saido com vc.. Nao to gostando dessas sextas feiras que a senhora trabalha no lounge.. Nao! Quero vc na sexta que vem!Beijos e beijos pra vc e em homenagem nossa musica:Meu amor se vc for emboraSabe la o que sera de mim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107924409373198288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107924409373198288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924409373198288' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107869195343373285</id><published>2004-03-07T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:48:23.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dia de racha!! Parabens para as favoritas:mamy, d. dilma, deia, ana paula, tia sandra, tia celida,carol, karine, cassia, malba, juju, dianne, tamara, leticia, jane, dani, aline, cacae tambem para as maes dos meus amigos, ja pensou se nao fossem elas?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107869195343373285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107869195343373285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107869195343373285' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107869088718962378</id><published>2004-03-07T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:24:31.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU QUERO UMA PINGA E UM SUCO DE PACOTINHO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107869088718962378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107869088718962378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107869088718962378' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107842131956632714</id><published>2004-03-04T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:32:05.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou de volta! Minha cidade, minha rua, meu predio, meu apartamento e a minha cama.. que saudades eu senti da minha cama..A semana tem sido normal, sem desesperos extras ou crises existenciais. Vida calma, coracao calmo e ei amigos! nada de paixonites mais.. o ar goianiense ja me fez esquecer.O Carna foi aquilo tudo, agora e curtir os 365 dias de espera por aqui. Quer melhor?Weekend tai ne..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107842131956632714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107842131956632714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842131956632714' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107792300943904782</id><published>2004-02-27T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:07:15.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu amigo Pedro me dando conselho sobre minha paixaozinha frustrada em Patos:"Nao pode sempre dar tudo certo, porque senao vc vai virar uma puta"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107792300943904782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107792300943904782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792300943904782' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107785594846219977</id><published>2004-02-27T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:28:39.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love ProfusonMadonnaThere are too many questionsThere is not one solutionThere is no resurrectionThere is so much confusionAnd the love profusionYou make me feelYou make me knowAnd the love vibrationYou make me feelYou make it shineThere are too many optionsThere is no consolationI have lost my illusionsWhat I want is an explanationAnd the love profusionYou make me feelYou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107785594846219977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107785594846219977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785594846219977' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107778271429841380</id><published>2004-02-26T04:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T05:13:47.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quarta de cinzas comendo carne (no catolico) e esperando a aula de amanha comecar enquanto eu estou a uns bons 600km da escola..Assisti dois filmezinhos basicos hoje, Piratas Do Caribe e O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain. O primeiro e divertido, ja o segundo eu achei pesimo, tipo que o filme nao e pessimo, eu e quem achou pessimo.... amanha vou ouvir o sr. cinema Marcell Abranches me falar um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107778271429841380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107778271429841380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778271429841380' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107774458296489102</id><published>2004-02-25T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:37:49.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Carnaval acabou hoje as 8 da manha, depois do misto quente e das minhas reflexoes malucas que eu compartilhei com a minha amiga Wendy..Mas let's get high e eleger os top acontecimentos do carna 2004:top bebedeira: fim do segundo dia quando eu tive que dormir com a toalhatop revelacao: Marco Aurelio botando fe na confianca (valeu velho!)top companhia: Lucas, nossos bafos foram piada, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107774458296489102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107774458296489102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774458296489102' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107756344559329095</id><published>2004-02-23T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:43:54.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dialogo do dia:WS:"Armandinho, voce nao da ressaca nao ne?"DE:"Nao.."WS:"Pois e, eu tambem nao do, eu so fico assim meio destruido."DE:"?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107756344559329095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107756344559329095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756344559329095' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107749434086161676</id><published>2004-02-22T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:05:20.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu Carnaval esta incrivel.. sempre foi bom ne! Meus amigos sao perfeitos e os rolinhos de amor tem me feito rir muito, bom demais ter 17 anos, ser mineiro-torto e ficar hospedado na rua Jose das Chagas.. Minha amiga Ana simplesmente e a mais peca rara de todos, ela faz 1000 trancinhas no cabelo e e um filme de comedia ve-la desfazer todas, chapada..There is Madonna, minha nova paixao, e... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107749434086161676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107749434086161676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749434086161676' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107737968514368957</id><published>2004-02-21T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T13:18:22.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva a aminha amiga Ana!Que amo demais, que me faz companhia, que ri de mim, ri comigo, curte comigo, pega cotonete pra mim, olha meu e-mail pra mim e ainda temos uma musica em comum..don't say you yove me:::::::...don't say you love meyou don't even know meif you really want methen give me some timedon't go there babynot before I'm readydon't say your heart's in a hurryit's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107737968514368957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107737968514368957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737968514368957' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107726744583398338</id><published>2004-02-20T05:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T06:00:07.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A partir de sabado comeco a viver os dias do ano que eu mais adoro, carnaval e simplesmente a melhor forma me diversao! Eu acho que o carnaval e a melhor forma de extravazar os demonios da alma humana, ja dizia Verissimo!Nao e pelo axe, ou pelo funk, mas pelo Pedro, pelo Marcell  e pelo Juninho:: os meus amigos eternos!!Acabei de chegar na cidadezinha mais erro que acaba sendo a the best no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107726744583398338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107726744583398338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107726744583398338' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107670899085163919</id><published>2004-02-13T19:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:52:45.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cara, ter amigos e bom demais, principalmente quando a gente percebe que eles estao ficando mais velhos e continuam com a gente...Nao adianta falar muito sobre todas as coisas bonitas que eu desejo pra Malbete, ela sabe disso..Amiga, eu amo vc. Parabens pelos 24, idade tudo!!Beijao....bi, post so pra vc!playing inside my head::gal costa::socorro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107670899085163919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107670899085163919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670899085163919' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107625746826752312</id><published>2004-02-08T14:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:33:28.920-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, que saudade de passar pelo meu blog e falar abobrinha.. Tanta coisa acontecendo dentro do heart e da porta pra fora...Weekend na casa da minha amiga querida.. Beijao pros meu amigos que eu to sentindo falta abeca!playing::gal costa::onde possa me ouvir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107625746826752312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107625746826752312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107625746826752312' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107593484716196218</id><published>2004-02-04T20:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:49:47.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hei friends!! Nao abandonei meu blog nao.. a falta de grana me impossibilita de postar agora. E... o tel de casa esta cortaderrimo, entao, vou ficar um tempo meio desconectado.. triste.. to sentindo falta do meu blog, de verbalizar saca? Mas eu volto, ok??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107593484716196218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107593484716196218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593484716196218' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107523021778670419</id><published>2004-01-27T16:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:09:20.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A noite de ontem foi sensacional!A companhia do Ricardo foi um barato. Ele e mesmo um amigao.Noite sensacional por causa do filme sensacional.. Sexo Amor &amp; Traicao. Cara, comediazinhas romanticas americanas perdem pro nosso nacional. E agua com acucar, mas pelo menos e brasileiro ne! Os atores sao um barato e o diretor pra variar um fera.. Fui embora do cinema apaixonado pelo movie...E a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107523021778670419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107523021778670419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523021778670419' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107505432524074917</id><published>2004-01-25T16:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:11:00.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fim de semana muito legal! E ainda nao acabaou..Desde o dia do Ale, em que eu nao tinha mais cigarros, e da semana santa na casa da Malbete que eu nao experimentava fazer novos amigos de uma forma casual.. Foi o maximo!Rolou um tombo ontem, do heart, sabe como? Doeu um bocado, mas quer saber? A fila tem que andar! (sabias palavras..) O importante e saber respeitar as vontades das pessoas e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107505432524074917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107505432524074917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505432524074917' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107487816857613145</id><published>2004-01-23T15:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:18:12.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ja pensaram em uma pessoa sem cabeca, que de vez em quando acha que e a Natasha e tem como musica favorita Material Girl?Mas fiquem calmos, ela ainda nao e uma Julia Roberts em Pretty Woman. Minha mae diz que eu tinha ima para amigos malucos. Ela tinha razao!Ei Didi adoro vc! Welcome to Goiania baby!!ela e otima ~ diannewicca@zipmail.com.br</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107487816857613145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107487816857613145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487816857613145' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107481524014415821</id><published>2004-01-22T21:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:52:19.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca mexa nas coisas de um taurino. Deixe sua mesa, sua gaveta e seus pertences na posicao em que ele deixou.... something about me..ps :: Let's go to the quinta sonora!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107481524014415821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107481524014415821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481524014415821' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107473562817393662</id><published>2004-01-21T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:49:41.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho sentido saudades de tantas coisas.. Comecei o dia com a minha mae e terminei sentindo falta de deitar ao lado dela e sentir o cheiro de amor que a cama dela tem. Como e bom ter a minha mae no quarto ao lado. Quero mesmo estar sempre ao lado dela.winamping::jewel::near you alwaysAnd when you look in my eyesPlease know my heart is in your handsI want to be near you alwaysI want to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107473562817393662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107473562817393662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473562817393662' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107461957310307834</id><published>2004-01-20T15:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:36:36.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As vezes descubro novas experiencias que me levam ao paraiso, e descubro em seguida o quanto o tombo doi. Retomar a busca por sentimentos que ja se foram e ato falho, quase frustrante. Tai o tombo! O segredo e construir de novo.. Confusao ne? E o que anda rolando nesse coracao maluco aqui..Fui apresentado a Stereophonics ontem e hoje ja esta me fazendo companhia.. que sensacao boa e essa de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107461957310307834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107461957310307834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461957310307834' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107456758182265652</id><published>2004-01-20T00:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T01:22:16.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fim de semana incrivel!Sabado com Os Excentricos Tenenbaums e o ponto basico na boite, e domingao com direito a nascer do sol muito bem acompanhado.. legal demais, mas cedo pra se prever um retorno. Hoje me deu um friozinho na barriga quando percebi que sou mesmo um cidadao, com carteira de trabalho e tudo mais, e ainda pude notar que para nos tornarmos cidadaos de verdade, precisamos apenas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107456758182265652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107456758182265652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456758182265652' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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-6344342.post-107445435713053074</id><published>2004-01-18T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T02:32:23.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Criando How did you get here?... Resolvi desenvolver o Armando da net e reformular o meu blog, com coisas novas sobre mim. Blog de cara nova pra comecar 2004. Ta certo que ja estamos em meados de janeiro, mas nao e tarde para iniciativas! Ei amigos do peito:: obrigado por participarem comigo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107445435713053074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6344342/posts/default/107445435713053074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armgyn.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445435713053074' title=''/><author><name>Armando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248084953290885844</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>
