tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21953964955377957692011-08-16T10:19:04.238-07:00aqui nesse relicário, são guardadas histórias, risadas, amizades, lembranças, lágrimas entre outras coisas.ลℓเ¢э ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08735728278811412796noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195396495537795769.post-11609956443972913082009-06-26T17:55:00.000-07:002009-06-26T17:59:46.117-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y32cRYg0xts/SkVu9ieoGbI/AAAAAAAAABY/cCaGL3nLxkU/s1600-h/AnimeRoseGirl+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351805735706040754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y32cRYg0xts/SkVu9ieoGbI/AAAAAAAAABY/cCaGL3nLxkU/s320/AnimeRoseGirl+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>- Hey Juliet!<br />- Oh! Sophie, you scared me.<br />- What were you thinking about? – asked Sophie.<br />- Oh, me? Nothing.<br />- You’ve been looking at selling point of the prom tickets for a week now.<br />- No I haven’t.<br />All right, I love having Sophie as my best friend, she is always with me since, well, since I remember, but sometimes having a friend that knows about you more than yourself might be a pain in the ass.<br />- Yes you have. What’s happening to you? Do you want to go to the prom?<br />Yes, yes, yes I do want to go to the prom, but I don’t have a boyfriend and a dress, and I absolutely don’t have the right body to fit in the right dress that would be too expensive.<br />- Who said that? Me? In the prom? Right … You know I hate parties.<br />- You should go to the prom, I am going.<br />- Really? Since when ?<br />- Since Brenan asked me to go with him yesterday.<br />- Why haven’t you told me that ?<br />- I knew you would be upset.<br />I told you, she knows more about me than myself, it’s scary sometimes. Ok, now Sophie was going to the prom with her new boyfriend, and I was going to be at home, alone, having some ice cream and watching Bridget Jones. My life sucks.<br />- I am not upset. Look, Mr. Callumn class is about to begin, I don’t want to miss this class about poems.<br />- You hate poems.<br />- No I don’t.<br />- Yes you do.<br />- All right, I DO hate poems.<br />- I knew it. Let’s go to class.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195396495537795769-1160995644397291308?l=relicarioimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ลℓเ¢э ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08735728278811412796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195396495537795769.post-52584858251785208382009-06-06T14:56:00.000-07:002009-06-06T15:01:50.116-07:00<span style="font-family:Courier New;">Um relicário é normalmente um colar ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Aquele típico colar que garotas órfans que perderam os pais tem em filmes, aquele que pode ser um coração ou não que abre e dentro tem espaço para serem colocadas duas fotos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Relicário Imaginário ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">no blog colocarei lembranças, idéias, e histórias :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">dizem que sou criativa, então escreverei algumas histórias para colocar aqui.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Beijos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Alice</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195396495537795769-5258485825178520838?l=relicarioimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ลℓเ¢э ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08735728278811412796noreply@blogger.com1