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/><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-6124740241100627523</id><published>2013-05-22T13:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T13:02:49.817-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebolado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="móveis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quadril" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empurrar" /><title type="text">Empurrando</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3AjJKigwTQ/UZzrL8FXqgI/AAAAAAAAB3I/XjSlTH_mrqo/s1600/tirinha188.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A força tá sempre no quadril. Por isso, da próxima vez que eu precisar reorganizar os móveis da minha sala, vou chamar uma dessas dançarinas de funk aí. Se bem que, com os glúteos avantajados de algumas delas, tenho medo de que os meus móveis saiam voando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/ADytCiiInA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/6124740241100627523/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/empurrando.html#comment-form" title="16 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6124740241100627523" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6124740241100627523" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/ADytCiiInA0/empurrando.html" title="Empurrando" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3AjJKigwTQ/UZzrL8FXqgI/AAAAAAAAB3I/XjSlTH_mrqo/s72-c/tirinha188.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/empurrando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-7712134264842059271</id><published>2013-05-19T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T11:48:19.069-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maligna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vácuo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chamar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donos" /><title type="text">Vácuo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvo1z9HNo9w/UZjkRt1OVvI/AAAAAAAAB24/KHFOt7DdjkI/s1600/tirinha186.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ciência diz que não existe propagação do som no vácuo, mas toda vez que sou mandada para lá tenho certeza que consigo ouvir os discretos zumbidos ritmados, distantes como estrelas cadentes, da risada da Srta. Garrinhas zoando minha desgraça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/wC7kR9JMWGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/7712134264842059271/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/vacuo.html#comment-form" title="12 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7712134264842059271" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7712134264842059271" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/wC7kR9JMWGs/vacuo.html" title="Vácuo" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvo1z9HNo9w/UZjkRt1OVvI/AAAAAAAAB24/KHFOt7DdjkI/s72-c/tirinha186.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/vacuo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-6034162111231668907</id><published>2013-05-15T10:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T16:10:31.154-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sessão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3d" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="óculos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indústria cinematográfica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title type="text">Filme 3D</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mSV7NuWqaw/UZOKg2toGlI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/JiHxLAF2k5c/s1600/tirinha187.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o pior é que a sessão em 3D é sempre insuportavelmente mais cara. Quem é multimilionário não se importa, tira a maleta preta cheia de notas de cem reais e entrega à moça da bilheteria. Agora, quem é menos favorecido é que se ferra, porque só tem condição de pagar o valor do ingresso abrindo um financiamento de 36 meses na Caixa Econômica (e de quebra ainda pergunta se eles aceitam o saldo do Sodexo pra quitar parte da dívida).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/x9m8d6TdsuE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/6034162111231668907/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/filme-3d.html#comment-form" title="35 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6034162111231668907" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6034162111231668907" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/x9m8d6TdsuE/filme-3d.html" title="Filme 3D" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mSV7NuWqaw/UZOKg2toGlI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/JiHxLAF2k5c/s72-c/tirinha187.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>35</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/filme-3d.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-2983058057662094471</id><published>2013-05-12T09:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T19:08:19.497-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chegar em casa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dia das mães" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mães" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obssessão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="atrasada" /><title type="text">Inteligência seletiva</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgrDaPzdlpk/UY-HH0kqCdI/AAAAAAAAB1o/FI--xXafRUw/s1600/tirinha185.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, mais uma vez, aí está um dos motivos para o ser humano ainda não ter descoberto a cura pro câncer: alguns dos maiores cérebros da história estão usando todo seu potencial pra calcular quanto tempo o filho vai demorar pra chegar em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz Dia das Mães a todas as mamães por aí (incluindo as de bichinhos)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/p3PTtYSJurU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/2983058057662094471/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/inteligencia-seletiva.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2983058057662094471" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2983058057662094471" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/p3PTtYSJurU/inteligencia-seletiva.html" title="Inteligência seletiva" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgrDaPzdlpk/UY-HH0kqCdI/AAAAAAAAB1o/FI--xXafRUw/s72-c/tirinha185.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/inteligencia-seletiva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-4735789323652811658</id><published>2013-05-08T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-08T13:04:24.438-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dia das mães" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mãe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carrinho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compras" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comprando" /><title type="text">Mães e mercados</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--o49OUkyoj4/UYp2-DtJhjI/AAAAAAAAB0s/oVh8ayYu4WQ/s1600/tirinha179.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem nunca foi com a mãe ao mercado em dia de promoção da carne não sabe a grande diversão que é brincar de Tetris no congelador (só que não).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/wJ0SWLSJNKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/4735789323652811658/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/maes-e-mercados.html#comment-form" title="12 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4735789323652811658" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4735789323652811658" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/wJ0SWLSJNKE/maes-e-mercados.html" title="Mães e mercados" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--o49OUkyoj4/UYp2-DtJhjI/AAAAAAAAB0s/oVh8ayYu4WQ/s72-c/tirinha179.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/maes-e-mercados.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-5182801396974033711</id><published>2013-05-05T09:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-05T09:26:19.559-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parente" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fim do dia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="banho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gelo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="porta fechada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cansaço" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="raiva" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frio" /><title type="text">Banho concomitante</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M_78sRJbG4/UYZNjzggpDI/AAAAAAAAB0M/_9g1qQbdDXo/s1600/tirinha181.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ele só sai de lá na próxima Era do Gelo. Ou pelo menos é essa a impressão que você tem, né,&amp;nbsp; já que o infeliz ainda teve o trabalho de acabar com a água quente, e quando você entra debaixo do chuveiro só caem cubinhos congelados de Jotunheim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/x2OGq9f_REQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/5182801396974033711/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/banho-concomitante.html#comment-form" title="15 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5182801396974033711" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5182801396974033711" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/x2OGq9f_REQ/banho-concomitante.html" title="Banho concomitante" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M_78sRJbG4/UYZNjzggpDI/AAAAAAAAB0M/_9g1qQbdDXo/s72-c/tirinha181.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/banho-concomitante.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-2039707502246197546</id><published>2013-05-01T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T20:24:22.242-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vergonha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computador" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bisbilhotar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="atrás de mim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maria modinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paralizada" /><title type="text">Atrás de mim</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgrwizsTWeY/UYFBwcVgmMI/AAAAAAAABzs/6JhsUU26qdM/s1600/tirinha183.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bisbilhotar o computador de uma pessoa é bisbilhotar a sua alma. Ficar olhando por cima do ombro dela é uma intrusão extremamente deselegante. O desconforto é tanto que o cérebro da pessoa entra em stand-by, e aí ela esquece o que estava fazendo e fica com os olhos perdidos no desktop até a outra ir embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/IIRHUq85r-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/2039707502246197546/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/atras-de-mim.html#comment-form" title="15 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2039707502246197546" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2039707502246197546" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/IIRHUq85r-Y/atras-de-mim.html" title="Atrás de mim" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgrwizsTWeY/UYFBwcVgmMI/AAAAAAAABzs/6JhsUU26qdM/s72-c/tirinha183.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/05/atras-de-mim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-1412493796245121315</id><published>2013-04-28T09:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-28T17:40:41.840-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tim burton" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escuro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="se eu fosse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="morte" /><title type="text">Tim Burton</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohhfv15ClDg/UX0Z2tnaHFI/AAAAAAAABy4/0UswiAWuJlQ/s1600/tirinha180.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As histórias do Tim Burton são um pouco paradoxas. Apesar de só falarem de morte, absolutamente todo mundo tá vivo - incluindo quem tá morto. Então, tecnicamente, nem existe morte. Perturbador e tranquilizante ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/QH1UkhDD5kU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/1412493796245121315/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/tim-burton.html#comment-form" title="18 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1412493796245121315" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1412493796245121315" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/QH1UkhDD5kU/tim-burton.html" title="Tim Burton" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohhfv15ClDg/UX0Z2tnaHFI/AAAAAAAABy4/0UswiAWuJlQ/s72-c/tirinha180.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/tim-burton.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-8484649286790908867</id><published>2013-04-26T12:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-26T15:54:23.993-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beijaço" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prostesto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movimento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laerte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="webcartunistas" /><title type="text">Beijaço do Laerte</title><content type="html">Queridos leitores, este é um post especial sobre o Beijaço que alguns dos maiores webcartunistas do Brasil (e eu) prepararam pra vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, Niazinha, o que é essa coisa de Beijaço?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Beijaço é um movimento iniciado pelo grande cartunista Laerte nas &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/ilustrada/cartum/cartunsdiarios/#25/04/2013" target="_blank" title="Folha Beijaço"&gt;tiras de 25/04/2013 na Folha de São Paulo&lt;/a&gt; para lembrar a &lt;a href="http://catracalivre.com.br/geral/cidadania/indicacao/cartunistas-da-folha-fazem-beijaco-para-lembrar-primeira-sessao-da-comissao-de-direitos-humanos-organizada-pela-populacao/" target="_blank" title="Primeira Sessão Comissão de direitos humanos"&gt;primeira sessão&lt;/a&gt; da Comissão Extraordinária de Direitos Humanos, que é, por sua vez, um &lt;a href="http://catracalivre.com.br/geral/muito-mais-sao-paulo/indicacao/organizado-pela-populacao-encontro-extraordinario-da-comissao-de-direitos-humanos-acontece-na-praca-roosevelt/" target="_blank" title="Protesto"&gt;protesto e uma recuperação&lt;/a&gt; das discussões abandonadas pela Comissão quando o Pastor Marco Feliciano assumiu. Para saber mais sobre o evento, clique &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/489835611071149/" target="_blank" title="Comissão Extraordinária de Direitos Humanos"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Beijaço é uma homenagem e um protesto.&lt;/b&gt; E aqui vão os beijoqueiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i24V0_XWLJ4/UXqUypwW7EI/AAAAAAAAByY/cPazLeoZG10/s1600/beijacoposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i24V0_XWLJ4/UXqUypwW7EI/AAAAAAAAByY/cPazLeoZG10/s1600/beijacoposter.jpg" style="width: 600px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARA TUDOOO!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo ali é a Srta. Garrinhas beijando alguém?!?!?! CARAMBOLA, então até as criaturas que mais desprezam a raça humana estão unidas contra o preconceito e a favor do amor?! Óbvio que sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou até precisar ver de novo para acreditar que aconteceu mesmo (e em outra versão!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOo6wak30G4/UXqUSAmPdcI/AAAAAAAAByI/6kjQ1v7EKUA/s1600/beijaco-webcomics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOo6wak30G4/UXqUSAmPdcI/AAAAAAAAByI/6kjQ1v7EKUA/s1600/beijaco-webcomics.jpg" style="width: 600px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Créditos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montagem do primeiro pôster: &lt;a href="http://profeticos.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Rafael Marçal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montagem do segundo pôster: &lt;a href="http://www.nabundanada.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Leonardo Maciel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista de webcartunistas beijoqueiros:&lt;br /&gt;Proféticos – &lt;a href="http://profeticos.net/" target="_blank" title="Proféticos"&gt;profeticos.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de Suporte – &lt;a href="http://vidadesuporte.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;vidadesuporte.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Levados da Breca – &lt;a href="http://oslevadosdabreca.com/" target="_blank"&gt;oslevadosdabreca.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabunda Nada – &lt;a href="http://nabundanada.com/" target="_blank"&gt;nabundanada.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RyotIras – &lt;a href="http://ryotiras.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ryotiras.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peixe Aquático – &lt;a href="http://peixeaquatico.net/" target="_blank"&gt;peixeaquatico.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juventude Perigosa – &lt;a href="http://juventudeperigosa.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;juventudeperigosa.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIll Tirando – &lt;a href="http://willtirando.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;willtirando.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiras da Jeh – &lt;a href="http://tirasdajeh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tirasdajeh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talco e Show – &lt;a href="http://talcoeshow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;talcoeshow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Diário de Virgínia – &lt;a href="http://odiariodevirginia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;odiariodevirginia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairim – &lt;a href="http://chairim.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;chairim.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de 30 – &lt;a href="http://mulher30.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;mulher30.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentirinhas – &lt;a href="http://mentirinhas.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;mentirinhas.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Eu Realmente… – &lt;a href="http://comoeurealmente.com/" target="_blank"&gt;comoeurealmente.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirinhas do Zé – &lt;a href="http://www.tirinhasdoze.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.tirinhasdoze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esboçais – &lt;a href="http://esbocais.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;esbocais.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Gavilan – &lt;a href="http://claragavilan.com.br/blog" target="_blank"&gt;claragavilan.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobo Limão – &lt;a href="http://lobolimao.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;lobolimao.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurício Rett – &lt;a href="http://cartunista.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;cartunista.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus Nervos! – &lt;a href="http://meusnervos.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;meusnervos.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapo Brothers – &lt;a href="http://sapobrothers.net/" target="_blank"&gt;sapobrothers.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/jHw9bX0Wvmw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/8484649286790908867/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/beijaco-do-laerte.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/8484649286790908867" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/8484649286790908867" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/jHw9bX0Wvmw/beijaco-do-laerte.html" title="Beijaço do Laerte" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i24V0_XWLJ4/UXqUypwW7EI/AAAAAAAAByY/cPazLeoZG10/s72-c/beijacoposter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/beijaco-do-laerte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-2570624692378508631</id><published>2013-04-24T21:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-24T21:19:37.228-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tosco" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestres" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desenho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hoyhoykun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ilustração" /><title type="text">Mestres da ilustração</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh8t7jfLuVA/UXh1-AHcCvI/AAAAAAAABxw/LxqliA3pRDM/s1600/tirinha182.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabe o que seria engraçado também? Se ao invés de fazer um desenho de criança no segundo quadrinho eu deixasse o desenho da Niazinha exatamente como ele já é normalmente. Hahahahahahaahah(*chorando por dentro*)hhahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ob.: &lt;/b&gt;Pra quem quiser ver a ilustração que eu usei maior e apreciar esse grande artista tailandês: &lt;a href="http://hoyhoykung.deviantart.com/art/Doro-hunter-66728794" target="_blank"&gt;Doro_hunter, por *Hoyhoykung&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/0W3aurLQg9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/2570624692378508631/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/mestres-da-ilustracao.html#comment-form" title="33 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2570624692378508631" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2570624692378508631" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/0W3aurLQg9U/mestres-da-ilustracao.html" title="Mestres da ilustração" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh8t7jfLuVA/UXh1-AHcCvI/AAAAAAAABxw/LxqliA3pRDM/s72-c/tirinha182.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/mestres-da-ilustracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-1669983146831231360</id><published>2013-04-21T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T12:00:01.117-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escravos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="de olho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><title type="text">De olho</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDpSzHae-7I/UXPjy6F88QI/AAAAAAAABws/AtdKABIBl-Q/s1600/tirinha178.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imediatamente coloco a coluna reta e tento me comportar. Quero causar uma impressão bem profissional pra ela, pra ver se descolo uma posição alta na hierarquia dos escravos de quando ela dominar o mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/hiX5p3ie75A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/1669983146831231360/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/de-olho.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1669983146831231360" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1669983146831231360" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/hiX5p3ie75A/de-olho.html" title="De olho" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDpSzHae-7I/UXPjy6F88QI/AAAAAAAABws/AtdKABIBl-Q/s72-c/tirinha178.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/de-olho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-5660604000235398181</id><published>2013-04-17T16:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-17T16:22:24.766-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niamar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novela" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="usurpadora" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mexicana" /><title type="text">Novela mexicana</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LWxr9GUv1A/UW70uXU3D6I/AAAAAAAABwE/EjkJNCodr7c/s1600/tirinha175.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Novelas mexicanas são praticamente um Dragonball Z para mulheres mais velhas: vilões poderosos e com falas forçadas tentando destruir a vida dos mocinhos por motivos egoístas e maus, enquanto cada embate na trama, por mais simples que seja, demora 4892849 episódios pra se resolver. Isso sem falar dos infinitos closes dramáticos de todos os personagens da cena sempre que acontece alguma revelação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/ca20WFAlCY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/5660604000235398181/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/novela-mexicana.html#comment-form" title="29 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5660604000235398181" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5660604000235398181" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/ca20WFAlCY8/novela-mexicana.html" title="Novela mexicana" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LWxr9GUv1A/UW70uXU3D6I/AAAAAAAABwE/EjkJNCodr7c/s72-c/tirinha175.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/novela-mexicana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-7820189674816160689</id><published>2013-04-14T10:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-14T10:44:46.730-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sozinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sobreviver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="morrer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ilha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natureza" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deserta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sobrevivência" /><title type="text">Sobrevivência</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWdHMQL6h1s/UWqxJNUtXgI/AAAAAAAABvk/Q3RA4saVKAM/s1600/tirinha174.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou isso ou eu ia aguardar pacientemente até ganhar meus superpoderes. Aí eu ia escapar de volta à civilização e começar a salvar a minha cidade das forças do mal. Porque todo mundo sabe que sempre acontece alguma coisa sobrenatural nas ilhas desertas né. Ou eu tô vendo Arrow demais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/8ew8i0Tptw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/7820189674816160689/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/sobrevivencia.html#comment-form" title="26 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7820189674816160689" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7820189674816160689" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/8ew8i0Tptw0/sobrevivencia.html" title="Sobrevivência" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWdHMQL6h1s/UWqxJNUtXgI/AAAAAAAABvk/Q3RA4saVKAM/s72-c/tirinha174.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/sobrevivencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-4863607276258061450</id><published>2013-04-10T19:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T19:53:34.743-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mimadas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mal-educados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crianças" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maria modinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silvio sem senso social" /><title type="text">Criança mimada</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8fzDDNdAIM/UWXs4HXYd4I/AAAAAAAABvE/Z979iAFCDoo/s1600/tirinha173.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Comentário em off: alguém viu o mapa do Brasil que apareceu escondido ali em cima? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/rTkKg5OQgW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/4863607276258061450/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/crianca-mimada.html#comment-form" title="23 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4863607276258061450" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4863607276258061450" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/rTkKg5OQgW4/crianca-mimada.html" title="Criança mimada" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8fzDDNdAIM/UWXs4HXYd4I/AAAAAAAABvE/Z979iAFCDoo/s72-c/tirinha173.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/crianca-mimada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-7391175039745907846</id><published>2013-04-07T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-07T09:21:19.040-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escola" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alunos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mal-educados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bullyinh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malignos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bully" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silvio sem senso social" /><title type="text">Bullying</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83iuOmya1vM/UWFjoAAjk1I/AAAAAAAABuk/4leKdlMHRns/s1600/tirinha177.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas admito que isso é pro bullying escolar boboca. Tem muitos outros tipos de bullying e maus-tratos que simplesmente não tem como não ficar triste. Aliás, às vezes eu fico até mais deprimida não com o conteúdo das palavras, mas com o fato de existir realmente gente que consegue dizê-las e machucar os outros só por prazer. Me faz perder a fé, um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/2-k6qlozfEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/7391175039745907846/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/bullying.html#comment-form" title="24 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7391175039745907846" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7391175039745907846" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/2-k6qlozfEA/bullying.html" title="Bullying" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83iuOmya1vM/UWFjoAAjk1I/AAAAAAAABuk/4leKdlMHRns/s72-c/tirinha177.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/bullying.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-7633901431045536370</id><published>2013-04-03T11:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T11:26:36.223-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parentes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gostos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alheio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orgulho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="primas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="primos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feliz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crescendo" /><title type="text">Parentes mais novos</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMwHenfcYrA/UVw5jNWaGNI/AAAAAAAABuE/3_Umft5RBPw/s1600/tirinha176.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre que essas minhas duas priminhas vem aqui em casa elas ficam malucas correndo atrás da Srta. Garrinhas. Esta, por sua vez, foge das duas como o diabo da cruz. Acho que se algum dia Srta. Garrinhas conseguir ter êxito em seus planos malignos de dominar o mundo, minhas priminhas serão as únicas que poderão ter alguma chance de nos salvar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/s9r0fsO40x4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/7633901431045536370/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/parentes-mais-novos.html#comment-form" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7633901431045536370" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/7633901431045536370" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/s9r0fsO40x4/parentes-mais-novos.html" title="Parentes mais novos" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMwHenfcYrA/UVw5jNWaGNI/AAAAAAAABuE/3_Umft5RBPw/s72-c/tirinha176.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/04/parentes-mais-novos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-8552155201589676321</id><published>2013-03-31T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T09:26:39.959-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="polêmico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amendoim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lutas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="direitos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="protesto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alheia" /><title type="text">Lutas alheias</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owTkx1R5KW0/UVOKaslwFzI/AAAAAAAABts/sGKFP7nbWwM/s1600/tirinha172.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora, falando sério. Eu sei que essas discussões são muito mais complexas do que eu faço parecer, mas minha opinião geral sobre todas sempre será a mesma, independente do meu gosto pessoal: cada um faz o que quer com sua vida, contanto que não prejudique o próximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/A7-lCGR6lrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/8552155201589676321/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/lutas-alheias.html#comment-form" title="37 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/8552155201589676321" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/8552155201589676321" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/A7-lCGR6lrY/lutas-alheias.html" title="Lutas alheias" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owTkx1R5KW0/UVOKaslwFzI/AAAAAAAABts/sGKFP7nbWwM/s72-c/tirinha172.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>37</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/lutas-alheias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-5045204816257088189</id><published>2013-03-27T19:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T21:18:39.250-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ovo de páscoa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gordice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feriado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="páscoa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preço" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate" /><title type="text">Ovo de Páscoa</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdkvCPKphA0/UVOMM-LFh3I/AAAAAAAABt0/ed2ElX4Slfo/s1600/tirinha171.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não sou perita na fabricação de ovos de Páscoa. Talvez eles tenham sim algum ingrediente que justifique o preço, como pó de diamante ou urânio enriquecido. Vou checar na embalagem da próxima vez que for à loja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/WyIlVQRhVDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/5045204816257088189/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/ovo-de-pascoa.html#comment-form" title="21 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5045204816257088189" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5045204816257088189" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/WyIlVQRhVDE/ovo-de-pascoa.html" title="Ovo de Páscoa" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdkvCPKphA0/UVOMM-LFh3I/AAAAAAAABt0/ed2ElX4Slfo/s72-c/tirinha171.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/ovo-de-pascoa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-4288607107505634085</id><published>2013-03-24T09:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-24T12:05:31.586-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estreias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mal-educados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="público" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silvio sem senso social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes" /><title type="text">Chatos no cinema</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plITHCB96Ig/UU8WKqkD38I/AAAAAAAABs0/9g6AiWcYyZA/s1600/tirinha170.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tem tanta gente mal-educada na sala com você hoje em dia que, quanto mais importante e bem feito o filme é pra mim, menos eu tenho vontade de vê-lo nos cinemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Esse foi só um pedacinho do meu comentário, o resto ta lá no Facebook em forma de "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=478435118877625"&gt;Apelo ao retorno da educação aos cinemas&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/A_ZjCV0R21E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/4288607107505634085/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/chatos-no-cinema.html#comment-form" title="20 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4288607107505634085" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/4288607107505634085" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/A_ZjCV0R21E/chatos-no-cinema.html" title="Chatos no cinema" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plITHCB96Ig/UU8WKqkD38I/AAAAAAAABs0/9g6AiWcYyZA/s72-c/tirinha170.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/chatos-no-cinema.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-2057713903819869861</id><published>2013-03-21T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-21T21:31:10.433-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sargento fofura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flashback" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="televisão" /><title type="text">Flashbacks</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vzruWJnhwo/UUukZdtzAkI/AAAAAAAABrw/bLhOSD90aEo/s1600/tirinha169.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;​O pior é quando é flashback de beijo, que as pessoas lembram perfeitamente do que aconteceu mesmo estando de olhos fechados. Pra ficar do jeito que a tv mostra, o casal teria que se beijar de olhos abertos e na frente do espelho. E rodando, pra dar aquele efeito legal da câmera ​girando envolta deles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ideia da minha grande amiga &lt;b&gt;Marcella Varella&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/8oosJoGdJSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/2057713903819869861/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/flashbacks.html#comment-form" title="12 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2057713903819869861" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2057713903819869861" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/8oosJoGdJSI/flashbacks.html" title="Flashbacks" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vzruWJnhwo/UUukZdtzAkI/AAAAAAAABrw/bLhOSD90aEo/s72-c/tirinha169.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/flashbacks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-5750366488545547365</id><published>2013-03-17T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-17T16:04:55.458-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preconceito" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gato" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dewey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexão" /><title type="text">Preconceito felino</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rel="img_src" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yet-PHRBap0/UUXX6lX8N-I/AAAAAAAABrQ/jKYVxs1eX6Q/s1600/tirinha168.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nós rimos e achamos engraçado esse comportamento irracional dos gatinhos, mas tenho uma novidade pra vocês: a maioria das pessoas se comporta EXATAMENTE igual quando encontra&amp;nbsp; pessoas diferentes delas, seja na cor, opção sexual, religião, nacionalidade ou o que for. Sem querer saber mais, já as julgam e começam a odiá-las. O nome disso é preconceito. Reflitam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/Z9nogDKdRR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/5750366488545547365/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/preconceito-felino.html#comment-form" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5750366488545547365" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/5750366488545547365" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/Z9nogDKdRR4/preconceito-felino.html" title="Preconceito felino" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yet-PHRBap0/UUXX6lX8N-I/AAAAAAAABrQ/jKYVxs1eX6Q/s72-c/tirinha168.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/preconceito-felino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-6168821009204439547</id><published>2013-03-13T13:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T15:37:11.079-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sargento fofura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cães" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="televisão" /><title type="text">Cães e gatos</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4nkX0Z5QaA/UUCog0WL7cI/AAAAAAAABqw/Wq8RglGQS2E/s1600/tirinha165.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E essa não foi a única deturpação da realidade que a televisão te passou. Ratos odeiam queijo, sabia? Sim, sinto informar. E se você não sabia disso, imagina o tantão de outras coisas erradas e irreais que você acredita por causa da tv? Tudo mentira. Sim, a sua vida é uma mentira. Pode ir chorar ali no canto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/HFkBS3ASLnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/6168821009204439547/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/caes-e-gatos.html#comment-form" title="26 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6168821009204439547" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6168821009204439547" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/HFkBS3ASLnw/caes-e-gatos.html" title="Cães e gatos" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4nkX0Z5QaA/UUCog0WL7cI/AAAAAAAABqw/Wq8RglGQS2E/s72-c/tirinha165.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/caes-e-gatos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-6266992067931001852</id><published>2013-03-10T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-10T13:46:31.565-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gosto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ódio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odeio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silvio sem senso social" /><title type="text">Tendência ao ódio</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HqH1t9piVg/UTyvr1Bo7vI/AAAAAAAABqQ/SaLvvcEl-Hk/s1600/tirinha167.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente, pra quê tanto ódio? Alguém fala pra essas pessoas que, se elas não têm opinião formada sobre algo, é socialmente aceitável se manterem neutras? Falar que odeia só por falar não torna ninguém superior, sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/xYpDQiYInf0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/6266992067931001852/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/tendencia-ao-odio.html#comment-form" title="28 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6266992067931001852" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/6266992067931001852" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/xYpDQiYInf0/tendencia-ao-odio.html" title="Tendência ao ódio" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HqH1t9piVg/UTyvr1Bo7vI/AAAAAAAABqQ/SaLvvcEl-Hk/s72-c/tirinha167.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/tendencia-ao-odio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-1977508059514413237</id><published>2013-03-06T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-06T20:32:39.104-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sofrimento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sangue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pés" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="srta. garrinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garras" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="felinos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dor" /><title type="text">Pés e gatos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlpM4X2dQkc/UTfSDQhmsbI/AAAAAAAABp4/pMYFjs-uaYA/s1600/tirinha166.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reparem que em nenhum momento eu disse que o pé era da Niazinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/5FYPNQSQB0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/1977508059514413237/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/pes-e-gatos.html#comment-form" title="22 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1977508059514413237" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/1977508059514413237" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/5FYPNQSQB0w/pes-e-gatos.html" title="Pés e gatos" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlpM4X2dQkc/UTfSDQhmsbI/AAAAAAAABp4/pMYFjs-uaYA/s72-c/tirinha166.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/pes-e-gatos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2860299275572036442.post-2421543109547687171</id><published>2013-03-03T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-03T19:34:47.071-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me sinto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dúvida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niazinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chuva" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="não sei" /><title type="text">Chuva</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLIgRWm4Ik4/UPBQywWX4JI/AAAAAAAABkk/pdvcyxHGLxw/s1600/tirinha125.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aconteceu uma grande enchente na minha cidade há uns 3 anos. Eu estava dormindo no ônibus quando começou o temporal. Lembro como se fosse ontem quando eu acordei e, olhando pela janela ainda meio grogue, me perguntei por que raios o ônibus estava cortando caminho por dentro de um rio. Aí eu vi que não era rio, era rua. Foi assustador e... pô, &lt;b&gt;muito maneiro&lt;/b&gt;! Argh, pois é. Eu definitivamente não consigo me decidir quando o negócio é chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; display: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbcLCZOeTxk/UTPP6pqmUuI/AAAAAAAABpY/cYtyBFqHJ_g/s1600/ingles_125.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbcLCZOeTxk/UTPP6pqmUuI/AAAAAAAABpY/cYtyBFqHJ_g/s320/ingles_125.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~4/iUTIvankl8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/feeds/2421543109547687171/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/chuva.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2421543109547687171" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2860299275572036442/posts/default/2421543109547687171" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ComoEuRealmente/~3/iUTIvankl8k/chuva.html" title="Chuva" /><author><name>Fernanda Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029661665729274240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVP5nF32M6I/TmgmlxvzeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8HjyECJTMYQ/s220/mini_thumb.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLIgRWm4Ik4/UPBQywWX4JI/AAAAAAAABkk/pdvcyxHGLxw/s72-c/tirinha125.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.comoeurealmente.com/2013/03/chuva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
