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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 21:56:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Música</category><category>Livros</category><category>Férias</category><category>Festividades</category><category>Cartoons</category><category>TV.....</category><category>Cidades</category><category>Geeks</category><category>Filmateca</category><category>Ah</category><category>Misto-Quente</category><title>La Vie En Vert</title><description>Só porque gosto de verde. E de outras coisinhas mais.


                   (Foto: Filme "Pride and Prejudice" - baseado no livro de Jane Austen)</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LaVieEnVert" /><feedburner:info uri="lavieenvert" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-2941602513072909087</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T15:30:17.166-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filmateca</category><title>Origin Of Love</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Em meio a mudanças (de casa e de trabalho), não tenho muito o que escrever. Não que eu não tenha lido ou sabido de muitas novidades, mas a paciência de me dedicar às redes sociais estava no fim da linha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/TI0H_1eJrjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MGNvs_wF-cg/s1600/hedwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516073911865421362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/TI0H_1eJrjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MGNvs_wF-cg/s320/hedwig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eu tenho Twitter, mas tenho preguiça de colocar uma foto no meu perfil e essa é a desculpa de eu nunca ter “twittado”. Ah, tem uma desculpa horrível de boa também: “quero um Blackberry para brincar de Twitter”.&lt;br /&gt;Não, o meu Smartphone não serve para isso, coitado dele, renegado e delegado somente para ouvir música e escrever as minhas “Tarefas”. Agora ele está turbinado, Gabriel me presenteou com um chip de 4 GB para que eu me atualize (novamente) musicalmente. Estou fora de form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a até neste campo. *vergonha*&lt;br /&gt;Deixaremos o Blackberry um pouco adiado e sim, estou a escolher uma fotografia para o Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/TI0Jury5UFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dCoNfNPt33Y/s1600/te+pego+la+fora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516075816233554002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/TI0Jury5UFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dCoNfNPt33Y/s320/te+pego+la+fora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gentem, o que houve com o nosso velho e bom filme “Hedwig and the angy inch” ? Eu assisti a esse filme zilhões de vezes durante e depois o Festival de 2001 e dancei trocentas vezes ao som das músicas do filme na Bunker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Todos os dias ao descer do metrô, já ficava intrigada com o anúncio sobre a peça “Hedwig – ensaios musicais”. Era isso mesmo que estava escrito? Não sei, acho que a falta de café tem afetado a minha memória. E hoje leio no Segundo Caderno que realmente existe a peça de teatro do Hedwig e seu centímetro enfurecido. Não sei o que é mais bizarro, a situação em si (com uns atores, digamos, meio fora da pauta) ou a tradução do título. Alguns nomes podiam continuar em sua língua natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friso aqui o “alguns”, pois a língua portuguesa nos surpreende (também) às vezes. Hoje passou no Megapix um clássico da Sessão da Tarde: “Te pego lá fora”, seu nome original “Three O'Clock High”. Sem comparação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Finalizando com parte da entrevista com John Cameron Mitchell (o próprio Hedwig): "...É importante buscar união. Pode ser interna, consigo mesmo, ou externa, com pessoas diferentes. União de energias é muito importante. Enquanto o mundo ignorar as mais diferentes formas de energia, acho que estaremos encrencados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Moby &gt; We´re all made of stars - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-2941602513072909087?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2010/09/origin-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/TI0H_1eJrjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MGNvs_wF-cg/s72-c/hedwig.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-1007909849734790935</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T16:46:02.685-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filmateca</category><title>Pushing Daisies</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Agora, semanalmente um de nossos ídolos juvenis vai embora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bate as botas&lt;br /&gt;vai para a cidade dos pés juntos&lt;br /&gt;estica as canelas&lt;br /&gt;come capim pela raiz&lt;br /&gt;vai desta para uma melhor&lt;br /&gt;toma o chá da meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;empacota&lt;br /&gt;veste o paletó de madeira&lt;br /&gt;vai para o além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551OyrNEuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vA527KIK0Hs/s1600-h/up-license_to_drive_2_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921496146481890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551OyrNEuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vA527KIK0Hs/s320/up-license_to_drive_2_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551Po6ZAvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5lqPHRs_zd4/s1600-h/license2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921510705693426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551Po6ZAvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5lqPHRs_zd4/s320/license2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Semana passada, Corey Haim, o que levava a Mercedes para dar uma volta no porta-malas em "License to Drive" (Sem licença para dirigir) foi embora devido a uma overdose. Adoraria ter como examinador da prova de direção o Tio Phill (The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air) e não deixar o seu café cair. Lembro também da irmã do Corey (no filme), Natalie, que namorava um comunista que a chamava de Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551QAjGpFI/AAAAAAAAANE/7vgMsQHcNrA/s1600-h/coffee.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921517050471506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551QAjGpFI/AAAAAAAAANE/7vgMsQHcNrA/s320/coffee.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551PNK9tVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zo_co86jwvg/s1600-h/license3.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921503259014482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551PNK9tVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zo_co86jwvg/s320/license3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E ontem, dia 14/03, quem deixa este plano material é Peter Graves, que interpretou o Capitão Oveur em "Airplane!!", ou melhor, "Apertem os cintos, o piloto sumiu!". As causas de sua partida foram naturais, segundo a polícia. Já pensou se você fosse o garotinho que visita a cabine dos pilotos e o comandante lhe pergunta: "Você já esteve em uma sauna turca?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantástico! Chorar de rir. Muitas saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S556fsiuYvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/u4My7tn-dQA/s1600-h/PHO-10Mar14-211795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448927284116218610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S556fsiuYvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/u4My7tn-dQA/s320/PHO-10Mar14-211795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que fiquem bem para onde foram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O quê??? Um hospital? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É. É um grande prédio, cheio de doentes, mas isso não importa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;** de uma das cenas de "Airplane!" **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S556fLubrpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ku-GAfR5bCY/s1600-h/article-1257995-001B134800000258-454_468x314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448927275306954386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S556fLubrpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ku-GAfR5bCY/s320/article-1257995-001B134800000258-454_468x314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-1007909849734790935?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2010/03/pushing-daises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S551OyrNEuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vA527KIK0Hs/s72-c/up-license_to_drive_2_lg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-7247881321135699898</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-10T16:00:12.320-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV.....</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ah</category><title>Blossom!! Uou!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_xdFujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XuHy0heyd3w/s1600-h/mayim_bialik5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447079556144282162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_xdFujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XuHy0heyd3w/s320/mayim_bialik5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp-6XG9oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KmmjFqCNOk8/s1600-h/mayim-bialik4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447079541355247234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp-6XG9oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KmmjFqCNOk8/s320/mayim-bialik4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiquei encucada desde que mamãe falou que tinha visto a atriz que interpretava a Blossom (dispensa explicações) trabalhando em outra série.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de uma minunciosa pesquisa, je ne crois pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayim Bialik (vamos continuar chamando-a de Blossom, não é mesmo?) participou de um episódio do programa “What Not to Wear” (Esquadrão da Moda) com Stacy e Clinton.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_PAJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rpg16mbPOf8/s1600-h/what-not-to-wear-mayim-bialik.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447079546896119090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_PAJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rpg16mbPOf8/s320/what-not-to-wear-mayim-bialik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_WU4NaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/r8FWZGrMs3o/s1600-h/mayim+bialik+what+not+to+wear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447079548862084514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_WU4NaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/r8FWZGrMs3o/s320/mayim+bialik+what+not+to+wear+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Estou curiosa para assistir ao episódio de “Esquadrão da Moda”. Depois dessa “deixa” na TV, será que haverá um retorno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é judia e vegan, feminista e segue a conduta tzniut (judaísmo ortodoxo), usando saias com comprimentos abaixo do joelho, blusas com mangas (bem) compridas, além de lenços e chapéus. Calças, ela não gosta e não usa sapatos de couro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve os seus dois filhos de parto natural na água, faz a sua própria granola e os seus produtos de limpeza da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ela é graduada em Hebraico e Estudos Judaicos e tem doutorado em Neurociências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa Blossom é fogo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-7247881321135699898?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2010/03/blossom-uou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S5fp_xdFujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XuHy0heyd3w/s72-c/mayim_bialik5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-469780374664776530</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T13:44:57.300-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Livros</category><title>Aos amigos leitores e autores</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S0iHa7uuOsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/odaMUlG3vCc/s1600-h/200full-clube-da-leitura-modo-de-varios-autores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424734647947770562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S0iHa7uuOsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/odaMUlG3vCc/s320/200full-clube-da-leitura-modo-de-varios-autores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aos amantes de leitura despretensiosa, pretensiosa, fixadora, divertida e inteligente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recomendo "Clube da Leitura - Modo de Usar, Volume 1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A obra possui 24 contos de autores diversos, frequentadores do Clube de Leitura que acontece no sebo Baratos da Ribeiro, em Copa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem puxar a sardinha, mas já fazendo-a, atentem-se ao conto da (minha) amiga Vivian Pizzinga (&lt;a href="http://www.vaganoite.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.vaganoite.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) - Testemunho, ao estilo "Corra Lola, Corra", não só pela ilustração, que já dá o mote do texto, é um conto breve, sem colocar maizena para engrossar o caldo. Porque sem dúvida, não é necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S0iHa6KAaMI/AAAAAAAAAME/t56VJ_uvCjU/s1600-h/vivian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424734647525337282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S0iHa6KAaMI/AAAAAAAAAME/t56VJ_uvCjU/s320/vivian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adorei e quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baratosdaribeiro.com.br/clubedaleitura/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.baratosdaribeiro.com.br/clubedaleitura/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-469780374664776530?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2010/01/aos-amigos-leitores-e-autores.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/S0iHa7uuOsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/odaMUlG3vCc/s72-c/200full-clube-da-leitura-modo-de-varios-autores.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-4861208364969410952</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T14:31:56.652-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Geeks</category><title>Fringe - Nova temporada</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na nova temporada de Fringe, que começará ainda este mês, meu amigo ( pode ser nosso) Leonard Nimoy ainda estará pela série!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nada melhor do que ao final da última temporada, vê-lo no Universo Paralelo, com o escritório nas Torres Gêmeas! A sua cara feliz fechou o episódio com chave de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/StIT6IzDLrI/AAAAAAAAALs/uIAmMapPtTU/s1600-h/nimoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393593430847154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/StIT6IzDLrI/AAAAAAAAALs/uIAmMapPtTU/s320/nimoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o sonho de todo nerd visitar o Universo Paralelo? Um dos sonhos, pode ser que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T. Kirk não estará em Fringe (até onde sabemos), mas a foto é só por nostalgia mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/StIT51m9_WI/AAAAAAAAALk/V4rbh5_1764/s1600-h/Kirk_nimoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393588279901538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/StIT51m9_WI/AAAAAAAAALk/V4rbh5_1764/s320/Kirk_nimoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palavras de Spock-Bell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O personagem é um pouco como uma lousa em branco, e portanto atraente, porque há uma oportunidade de construir um personagem interessante e imprevisível," afirmou Nimoy, que praticamente trocou a atuação pela fotografia há dez anos, mas diz estar gostando desta retomada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Fico muito lisonjeado por as pessoas ainda me acharem útil. Ainda me sinto forte, saudável e ativo, e enquanto houver trabalho interessante a fazer, provavelmente continuarei fazendo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-4861208364969410952?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2009/10/na-nova-temporada-de-fringe-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/StIT6IzDLrI/AAAAAAAAALs/uIAmMapPtTU/s72-c/nimoy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-662169482592700335</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T14:06:50.221-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Geeks</category><title>Nerd também é....</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TmIPNnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FoeAwSHw_vY/s1600-h/apartment-trekkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considero-me uma nerdinha moderninha que não resistiria se tivesse a oportunidade ($$$$) de comprar alguns móveis pitorescos para decorar minha vida e minha casinha feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que fui humilde em relação aqueles que já possuem o apartamento completo à la Star Trek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TmIPNnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FoeAwSHw_vY/s1600-h/apartment-trekkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TmIPNnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FoeAwSHw_vY/s320/apartment-trekkie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365040936106538610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma  poltrona bem Kirk para completar... Imagine isso no seu jardim de inverno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TYLS0iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pKugjiYszNQ/s1600-h/kirkschair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TYLS0iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pKugjiYszNQ/s320/kirkschair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365040932361261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almofadas Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TLpjjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vu-mBKyHpKw/s1600-h/scrabblecouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TLpjjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vu-mBKyHpKw/s320/scrabblecouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365040928998526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que certamente, seguiria a linha cubista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TNPWytI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q8ITTzsdlzo/s1600-h/rubikcube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TNPWytI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q8ITTzsdlzo/s320/rubikcube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365040929425509074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-662169482592700335?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser-nerd-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SnR0TmIPNnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FoeAwSHw_vY/s72-c/apartment-trekkie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5354815591012084652</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T12:29:18.106-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cidades</category><title>L´amour est.....</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não vi ao vivo, ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mas gostei da idéia, bem mais feliz do que o stêncil da Hello Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Roger, espero que a foto lhe sirva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Photo-hunter mode on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SmsV8m1b7eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x-R732pG5_M/s1600-h/amor+e+importante-au-au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SmsV8m1b7eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x-R732pG5_M/s320/amor+e+importante-au-au.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362403912275717602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A segunda, é só parte de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ste contexto. E me remete a uma música do Interpol, mas não gravo os seus nomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, apesar de saber de quem são e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; suas letras, algumas até com direito à coreografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SmsijNfmg4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BZD2hrRDGxc/s1600-h/amor-profundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SmsijNfmg4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BZD2hrRDGxc/s320/amor-profundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362417769627681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5354815591012084652?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2009/07/lamour-est.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SmsV8m1b7eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x-R732pG5_M/s72-c/amor+e+importante-au-au.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-957078233024259274</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T11:59:00.520-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misto-Quente</category><title /><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SfR160EvJiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mdVT7AmKRbE/s1600-h/25-04-09+%284%29%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SfR160EvJiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mdVT7AmKRbE/s320/25-04-09+%284%29%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329013912357512738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu só queria um biscoitinho após o curso de francês e deparei-me com o nosso amigo Bigodudo do Skiny!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Atrás da embalagem a empresa explica que é uma edição comemorativa. Será então, uma série ilimitada? por favor, tomare que não!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se os biscoitos Piraquê até hoje possuem a mesma embalagem, por que não o Skiny também não pode seguir esta linha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo de Marketing, publicidade, pesquisa de mercado, mas sou a favor de lançarem esta enquete. Pergunte a nós, saudosistas desse biscoito que embalou muitos Hi-fi por aí, ao som de Information Society. "As meninas levam os salgadinhos (qual seria???) e os meninos as bebidas"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É tudo psi, mas realmente, acho que o biscoito fica mais gostoso nesse pacote antigo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É mesmo uma ferramente poderosa, me remete à infância das Balas Banda, biscoitinhos salgados e mini chicletes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma enquete por aqui: Qual o grau de parentesco entre o Bigodudo do Biscoito e o Sr. Bigode das Farinhas Granfino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SfR17Eb6zkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aBvCy9eNwZw/s1600-h/fuba_antigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SfR17Eb6zkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aBvCy9eNwZw/s320/fuba_antigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329013916749712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-957078233024259274?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-so-queria-um-biscoitinho-apos-o.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SfR160EvJiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mdVT7AmKRbE/s72-c/25-04-09+%284%29%281%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5101932213680471142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T13:16:18.811-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filmateca</category><title>La frontière de l' aube</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/Se3EgxpxpKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K1KkKFdY3TA/s1600-h/fronteira.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/Se3EgxpxpKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K1KkKFdY3TA/s320/fronteira.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130001612580002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O filme estreou semana passada.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas já o assisti no último Festival.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao final, dei risadas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outros mais empolgados gargalharam. Por quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5101932213680471142?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-frontiere-de-l-aube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/Se3EgxpxpKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K1KkKFdY3TA/s72-c/fronteira.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-6152666078156564437</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-26T10:58:36.886-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misto-Quente</category><title>A primeira animação do Mundo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SBM0EpFQhlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UkzVvz9kbJo/s1600-h/2488mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SBM0EpFQhlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UkzVvz9kbJo/s320/2488mn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193552049640343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma equipe de arqueólogos italianos descobriu nos anos 70 uma cerâmica com de 5.200 anos de idade, na cidade de The Burnt City. É uma série de cinco imagens, Girando a tigela vê-se uma cabra saltando, tentando "comer" as folhas de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SBM0FJFQhmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EULWhlU0KRM/s1600-h/tigela_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SBM0FJFQhmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EULWhlU0KRM/s320/tigela_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193552058230277730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos sempre tiveram senso de humor, isso não é coisa só de brasileiro. bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-6152666078156564437?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/04/primeira-animao-do-mundo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SBM0EpFQhlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UkzVvz9kbJo/s72-c/2488mn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-6412894938032096986</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-21T16:42:16.396-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><title>Atroveran, Tomou Passou.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SAztZtB2GbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVbbA5T5r44/s1600-h/Portishead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SAztZtB2GbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVbbA5T5r44/s320/Portishead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191785496291187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Novo cd do Portishead - Third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peloamordedeus, eu sou fanzoca da banda, mas não rola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já deletei do HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer fazer pose de tristinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer fazer pose de deprê-blasé-sou-para-baixo-e-não-sorrio-nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer ser um gótico não-conformista [tá, estou vendo South Park demais].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, sério, se veste de preto e se tranca em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quiser se matar com Haldol + Cloreto de Potássio em gotas no ouvido, ouve esse cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-6412894938032096986?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/04/atroveran-tomou-passou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/SAztZtB2GbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVbbA5T5r44/s72-c/Portishead.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-6792412338266117165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T22:22:44.172-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Festividades</category><title>Como é o seu rateio de custos indiretos de fabricação? [Matéria da prova de Contabilidade de Custos]</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lepd0AaVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Oe5E9pU9SuQ/s1600-h/shirley_temple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lepd0AaVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Oe5E9pU9SuQ/s320/shirley_temple2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184450925015624018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 22 dias estão chegando, como diria Silvio, o Grande Patrão Salve-Salve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma efeméride, idade redonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passarei à fase seguinte do Chronos, do Reniew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sortuda, pois minha cútis está jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lepd0AaWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6aTMwFy5Z50/s1600-h/LUCYPIX.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lepd0AaWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6aTMwFy5Z50/s320/LUCYPIX.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184450925015624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, acho que estou mais para Lucille Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu envelhecer com a classe de Jackie O, tá bom, tá uótemo, belezinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lept0AaXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IVredru1v_M/s1600-h/cast_elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lept0AaXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IVredru1v_M/s320/cast_elaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184450929310591346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aniversário-dia-08-de-abril-para-mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês eu não sei, mas sou mais a Elaine. É, não abro mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-6792412338266117165?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/04/como-o-seu-rateio-de-custos-indiretos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R_Lepd0AaVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Oe5E9pU9SuQ/s72-c/shirley_temple2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5562480308356510328</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T15:10:57.192-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misto-Quente</category><title>Your Powers Are Weak, Old Man</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã louca assumida de Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pq então, diabos, essa exposição não veio ao RJ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-VJSd0AaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dkmZ9HTnEMw/s1600-h/balao_darth_vader_f_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-VJSd0AaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dkmZ9HTnEMw/s320/balao_darth_vader_f_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180627527948855602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse acontecimento, junto a outros tantos, me fará ter uma crise de identidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos quase 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O atraso deve-se ao fato de eu nunca ter tido uma crise dessa em minha adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não haja tempo certo para tudo, ele sempre existirá alguma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-VK_90AaUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M8QKa46imdQ/s1600-h/blue-harvest-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-VK_90AaUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M8QKa46imdQ/s320/blue-harvest-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180629409144531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;E para eu ficar feliz, lançaram no Brasil, finalmente, Family Guy atuando como Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, Stewie é o melhor como o Tio Darth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um filho assim. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5562480308356510328?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-powers-are-weak-old-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-VJSd0AaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dkmZ9HTnEMw/s72-c/balao_darth_vader_f_002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-4704946931943464358</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T23:49:07.889-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><title>Como estão as coisas na Costa Oeste?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-B-bBya1fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e6IYQm7r5TY/s1600-h/C--Documents%2Band%2BSettings-Liz-My%2BDocuments-My%2BPictures-Random%2Buploads-interpol%2Bdesert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-B-bBya1fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e6IYQm7r5TY/s320/C--Documents%2Band%2BSettings-Liz-My%2BDocuments-My%2BPictures-Random%2Buploads-interpol%2Bdesert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179278574277547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingresso comprado antecipadex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tantas noites calorosas [não que esse também não fosse], tinha que acontecer um dilúvio durante o Show do Interpol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me o Indiana Jones escalando grades do estacionamento e esperando a "maré" baixar, as ondas baterem nos muros para visualizar o chão.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aconteceu após o show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o show? É.....o vocalista realmente não envolve nem a banda, que é envolvelnte sem ele. Ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show normal. Ainda não tenho profundas opiniões. Acho que nem as terei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não falava, gemia em algum idioma desconhecido e seu gesto mais caloroso foi um levantar de um braço só ao final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto da banda, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ia bem quando resolveu enrolar-se a uma bandeira do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta para New York, volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-4704946931943464358?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-esto-as-coisas-na-costa-oeste.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R-B-bBya1fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e6IYQm7r5TY/s72-c/C--Documents%2Band%2BSettings-Liz-My%2BDocuments-My%2BPictures-Random%2Buploads-interpol%2Bdesert.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5681144531036953399</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T13:01:24.535-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><title>D.I.S.C.O.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamo das férias.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E agora não tenho tempo para escrever aqui.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta ao grande estilo das plumas e paetês dos anos 70 em 1981.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Contribuição do amigo verde Juliano Mÿfffffffffffcller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &gt;&gt; OTTAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R8BCOkDWThI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hA9NvYmMjFs/s1600-h/ottawan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R8BCOkDWThI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hA9NvYmMjFs/s320/ottawan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170205190184652306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dupla, como disse Juliano, roubou a peteca da tia avó para fazer a vestimenta [Vestimenta, muito boa essa palavra].&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esses malditos anos 70"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Faz parte de nossa busca por belos videoclipes antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, nada de links dos vídeos, não me odeie, por favor. Vocês me odiarão se eu colocar algum link, procurem vocês mesmos no youtube pela música "D.I.S.C.O."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R8BCOkDWTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cLSRrseK2KY/s1600-h/Ottawan-DISCO-368174-991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R8BCOkDWTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cLSRrseK2KY/s320/Ottawan-DISCO-368174-991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170205190184652322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aliás, videoclipes...linda palavra também.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5681144531036953399?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/02/disco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R8BCOkDWThI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hA9NvYmMjFs/s72-c/ottawan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5304652195830299069</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-26T16:54:11.499-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misto-Quente</category><title>Cansei a minha belezoca</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu achava que ficaria à mercê do ostracismo durante as férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pfff.... Como se eu não me conhecesse, nunca deixarei a preguiça e a indolência abater-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5t9_EPZutI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pL4E3D9vb1g/s1600-h/ebsecy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5t9_EPZutI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pL4E3D9vb1g/s320/ebsecy%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856320506608338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento fugir do termo workaholic, hoje em dia não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de trabalhar, tenho meus procedimentos, métodos, adoro correr o dia todo, saber o que farei um segundo após terminar uma tarefa. Ter prazos, tempo marcado, lutar contra o final do expediente, correr para aula, chegar esbaforida e na volta entrar quase morrendo no ônibus para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos finais-de-semana, acordar cedo para estudar, pensar nas atividades de segunda-feira, estudar junto ao Gabriel. Dois nerds pensam melhor do que um, apesar de estudarmos coisas diferentes, mas simultaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5t_mUPZuuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gczM3Hrzd2Y/s1600-h/AM.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5t_mUPZuuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gczM3Hrzd2Y/s320/AM.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159858094328101602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Odeio sim, perder tempo com banalidades e com a perda de tempo em si, isso é a coisa que mais me irrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do meu pai, quando eu era criança, o quanto ele não suporta pessoas lerdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele está certo. Para o meu ponto de vista, é perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o meu trabalho, minha mesa, os almoços naturebas, meus papéis, meu excel, minha calculadora de volta, cantarolar músicas o dia inteiro já que não posso ouvi-las, reuniões marcadas e imprevistas. Gostei das férias, mas chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5304652195830299069?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/cansei-minha-belezoca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5t9_EPZutI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pL4E3D9vb1g/s72-c/ebsecy%5B2%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-3725300447799110989</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T14:39:04.271-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Música</category><title>Gosto muito muito do meu nome. Ponto.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes: Eu juro, não procurei, não bolei nada do tipo: "procurarei coisas com meu nome".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Last FM me surpreende e dessa vez, a culpa é "dele".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Estava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inocentemente ouvindo Neïmo [não posso comentar muito sobre essa banda, só conheço uma canção], surgem artistas semelhantes e um deles chama-se "The Tatianas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5IkUCrlMdI/AAAAAAAAADM/qyhUbhZNjx0/s1600-h/tatianas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5IkUCrlMdI/AAAAAAAAADM/qyhUbhZNjx0/s320/tatianas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157224450028286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetatianas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/thetatianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tatianas &gt;&gt; Banda indie francesa com influências um tanto não compatíveis com meu gosto musical, que já é tão farto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escolheram a dedo o que a "Tatiana que ama a França e gosta de bandinhas indies em todos os sentidos possíveis e outros a serem inventados" não suporta escutar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficadica para quem ama Libertines e lero-leros congruentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lembrando frase de um filme do Pepa: "Eu não gostei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É...férias.......cabeça desocupada dá nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-3725300447799110989?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/gosto-muito-muito-do-meu-nome-ponto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R5IkUCrlMdI/AAAAAAAAADM/qyhUbhZNjx0/s72-c/tatianas5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-6161279872418218417</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T17:19:43.075-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cartoons</category><title>Meow Meow</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O gatinho que tem problemas fonoaudiológicos, "fala" pelo "nariz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kR-CrlMYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qZ8IVPEclW4/s1600-h/ventriloquist_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kR-CrlMYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qZ8IVPEclW4/s320/ventriloquist_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154671006071468418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kR-SrlMZI/AAAAAAAAACY/H8X0Bi-sRp4/s1600-h/ventriloquist_cat01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kR-SrlMZI/AAAAAAAAACY/H8X0Bi-sRp4/s320/ventriloquist_cat01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154671010366435730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Ventriloquist Cat é o melhor felino de desenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o Sr. Madruga fosse gato, seria esse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meow Meow! &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1vHw7MtTWo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1vHw7MtTWo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-6161279872418218417?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/meow-meow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kR-CrlMYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qZ8IVPEclW4/s72-c/ventriloquist_cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-7039010590889107884</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T16:23:25.124-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Férias</category><title>Mãe, passa pasta d´água em mim?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kDpyrlMVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S0cUOrU5bUE/s1600-h/traje-de-banho6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kDpyrlMVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S0cUOrU5bUE/s320/traje-de-banho6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154655265016328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca tirei férias.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tenho medo de não saber mais como acordar cedo, conformada e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minha irmã quer me arrastar até a praia.Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assinamos as cláusulas, que incluem guarda-sol [dois e bem grandões], protetor solar fator máximo aprovado pela Conselho Nacional de Medicina, além de cadeiras de praia, água e claro, biscoito Globo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A câmera também registrará esse fato histórico, que acontece na mesma freqüência do Censo do IBGE, de 10 em 10 anos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E lá vamos nós…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kDpyrlMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpIznpo0hQE/s1600-h/traje-de-banho-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kDpyrlMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpIznpo0hQE/s320/traje-de-banho-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154655265016328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E no amigo dicionári&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;féria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fé.ria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sf (lat feria) :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dia de semana. &gt;&gt; qual? de qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; calendário?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jornal ou salário de operário. &gt;&gt; Púrpuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;da cor que eu ficarei pós-praia.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que se suspendem trabalhos oficiais. Interrupção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;relativamente longa do trabalho; dias santificados.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Rá!! Melhor definição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-7039010590889107884?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-passa-pasta-dgua-em-mim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kDpyrlMVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S0cUOrU5bUE/s72-c/traje-de-banho6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-6492386127353708879</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T16:26:40.642-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Festividades</category><title>Natal Feliz Feliz</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kExirlMXI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUqjomfi1a8/s1600-h/08-12-07+028%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kExirlMXI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUqjomfi1a8/s320/08-12-07+028%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154656497671942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O que o faz lembrar de Natal e Reveillon, no seu estilo mais capitalista-urbano de ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bolinhas coloridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caixinhas de presentes com papéis coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisca-pisca [odeio, a onda não é racionar energia?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Chester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panettone sem gordura trans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cesta de Natal [com bombons]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Décimo-terceiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confraternizações no trabalho e micos nessas festas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoções em lojas de departamento “Compre agora e pague só em março”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa da vó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuvas e muito calor, corpos grudentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visita a pessoas a quem você só visita nessa data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pernil [apesar de eu não gostar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentilhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegar em Copacabana antes do trânsito ser interrompido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espumas de espumantes alheios [a sua vontade]&lt;br /&gt;Pular as sete ondas……….tá legal, marolas&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer de comprar as flores para jogar ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Esquecer de comer todas aquelas uvas daquela simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinhar o desenho feito pelos fogos de artifício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartões da Natal [recebidos somente, pq não tenho paciência para escrevê-los]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como eu gosto desse climinha de fim-de-ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E sem ser piegas, de verdade. Ao menos tentando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-6492386127353708879?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/natal-feliz-feliz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4kExirlMXI/AAAAAAAAACI/TUqjomfi1a8/s72-c/08-12-07+028%281%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709186366152109955.post-5713528403049775737</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T16:27:40.897-02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Festividades</category><title>Pane di Toni</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Algumas marcas de panettone apresentaram quase cinco gramas de gordura trans em apenas 80 gramas. A OMS indica, no máximo, ingestão diária de dois gramas.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4hKJCrlMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uF3CIFMWGKE/s1600-h/christmas8gz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4hKJCrlMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uF3CIFMWGKE/s320/christmas8gz8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154451292724474018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Essa notícia me surpreendeu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achava que o Panettone era a parte mais doce e feliz do Natal… já que não suporto rabanadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709186366152109955-5713528403049775737?l=meualface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meualface.blogspot.com/2008/01/algumas-marcas-apresentaram-quase-cinco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Branco)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j0--Cxx55PQ/R4hKJCrlMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uF3CIFMWGKE/s72-c/christmas8gz8.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

