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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTv9uITyokY/Twn9zw-LMaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/qiah2gwqa_A/s1600/filmes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTv9uITyokY/Twn9zw-LMaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/qiah2gwqa_A/s320/filmes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E ontem eu dormi em outro filme, isso esta ficando chato, na verdade as vezes ate irritante... eu adoro filmes, lembro de ficar horas em locadoras com meu pai,&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;olhando e ao final, sair carregando uma sacola com uns 5 ou 6 filmes... Eles me surpreendiam, me aterrorizavam, me encantavam... mas hoje... eles me&amp;nbsp;dão&amp;nbsp;sono, como pode isso? e olha que há quem diga que meu gosto&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;e la dos melhores... Mas o que aconteceu com eles? cade aqueles suspenses que apavoravam sem nem mostrar cenas tao chocantes? (A bruxa de blair, eu&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;dormi muitas noites por causa desse filme...)&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sei se nos que esperamos muito, ou os diretores que ficaram sem boas ideias e agora precisam acabar com alguns valores... Alguns muitos valores =O...&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos ver como vai seguir esse ano, há promessas de muitos filmes bons... Estou ansiosamente na espera de algum deles entrar na minha lista dos mais mais ao qual eu deseje rever algumas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;
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Alguns filmes que eu gosto:&lt;br /&gt;
Harry Potter (ohhh), Alice no pais das maravilhas, 10 coisas que eu odeio em você, amor e outras drogas (apesar do filme conter muitas cenas picantes demais =O, a historia é tao meiga *-*),piratas do caribe, corrida mortal, o chamado, cemiterio maldito (filme velho, mas da medo =O), encontros macabros, bruxa de blair, gigantes de aço...&lt;br /&gt;
E mais um tanto ai auishaiuhsiuahiushaui, sei que sao muitos mas se analizar a proporção de filme que sai por ano, e dividi-lo e depois pegar... Okay, parei \o&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-2840695393694080931?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/n2iZDDYpgh4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2840695393694080931/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-houve-com-os-filmes.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/2840695393694080931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/2840695393694080931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/n2iZDDYpgh4/o-que-houve-com-os-filmes.html" title="O que houve com os filmes?" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTv9uITyokY/Twn9zw-LMaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/qiah2gwqa_A/s72-c/filmes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-houve-com-os-filmes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCRHwyeyp7ImA9WhRWGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-8159137802026743786</id><published>2012-01-05T22:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:07:45.293-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T22:07:45.293-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de Uma Criança" /><title>há mil anos atras</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEODCROQCtM/TwY7P2q2SMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Fw7erc7ZOSQ/s1600/1200223345_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEODCROQCtM/TwY7P2q2SMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Fw7erc7ZOSQ/s320/1200223345_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Olhares trocados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;confidencias contadas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;pensamentos roubados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tudo começou tao normal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;apenas um dia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;uma semana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;um&amp;nbsp;mês&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;um medo de que tornasse especial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;surgiu atrasado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;já&amp;nbsp;era&amp;nbsp;inevitável&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;você&amp;nbsp;apareceu conquistou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;o seu lugar ao sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tudo é tao estranho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;a saudade aparece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;a vontade cresce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tudo fica tao colorido&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tao doce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;e depois quando&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;se vai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;desaparece...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;[2007]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;poema de quando eu era um baby aihsaiuhsiuahsiuhaiushiuahsiu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-8159137802026743786?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/Ew8SqcS4nyg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8159137802026743786/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-mil-anos-atras.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/8159137802026743786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/8159137802026743786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/Ew8SqcS4nyg/ha-mil-anos-atras.html" title="há mil anos atras" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEODCROQCtM/TwY7P2q2SMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Fw7erc7ZOSQ/s72-c/1200223345_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-mil-anos-atras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDQ3k9fip7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-1075102589963089869</id><published>2011-12-29T23:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:04:32.766-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:04:32.766-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de Uma Criança" /><title>Novo Fim do Ano \o</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5kltrDv9lA/Tv0QKfExyrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZUsWixZPGMA/s1600/tumblr_lnrth3IbB41qhnmv1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5kltrDv9lA/Tv0QKfExyrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZUsWixZPGMA/s400/tumblr_lnrth3IbB41qhnmv1o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status pro ano novo: esperando
que desejos para estrelas longínquas e brilhantes simplesmente se realizem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que desnaturada eu, mesmo atrasado, eu desejo a vocês um feliz pós-natal, e um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ano *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/6549309636283691969-1075102589963089869?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/13ZGs9JlB58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1075102589963089869/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/novo-fim-do-ano-o.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1075102589963089869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1075102589963089869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/13ZGs9JlB58/novo-fim-do-ano-o.html" title="Novo Fim do Ano \o" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5kltrDv9lA/Tv0QKfExyrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZUsWixZPGMA/s72-c/tumblr_lnrth3IbB41qhnmv1o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/novo-fim-do-ano-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBR30-fyp7ImA9WhRQGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-8925748522680080554</id><published>2011-12-14T00:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:10:56.357-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T01:10:56.357-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><title>Só sei que gosto</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLeXmpCbjwI/TugTkbYfssI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/d1g7HUAI_tc/s1600/menina%2Bcom%2Buma%2Bflor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLeXmpCbjwI/TugTkbYfssI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/d1g7HUAI_tc/s320/menina%2Bcom%2Buma%2Bflor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685816046101967554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nem sei bem o que dizer, sei que adoro sorrisos e abraços, eles são doces e meigos, sempre preenchem algo que você nem sabia que estava vazio... Sempre iluminam, e fazem o dia mais leve, também não sei bem porque tem esse poder, mas eu gosto, gosto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gosto do que me causa, do que me chama, gosto de lembrar, mas gosto mais ainda de ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estranho isso, como posso tomar posse de algo tão abstrato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-8925748522680080554?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/bUqw753FcmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8925748522680080554/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-sei-que-gosto.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/8925748522680080554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/8925748522680080554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/bUqw753FcmM/so-sei-que-gosto.html" title="Só sei que gosto" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLeXmpCbjwI/TugTkbYfssI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/d1g7HUAI_tc/s72-c/menina%2Bcom%2Buma%2Bflor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-sei-que-gosto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACRn8zeCp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-6896406105982146581</id><published>2011-12-11T14:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:06:07.180-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:06:07.180-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TOP" /><title>Top 9 desenhos antigos mais gatos</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iSE3_Ct3JL8?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como qualquer boa fã de Harry Potter eu fui na pré-estréia de&amp;nbsp;Crepúsculo, sim sim, todo mundo sabe da rivalidade entre fãs, mas eu admito que eu gosto de&amp;nbsp;Crepúsculo&amp;nbsp;mesmo amando HP, e não tenho problema algum com isso. O que me lembra que sim, eu sou parte do povo que acha que Amanhecer foi divido em duas partes, como simples picuinha, só porque Harry Potter foi divido em 2 (isso pode me causar&amp;nbsp;sérios&amp;nbsp;transtornos depois mas vou falar). Eu gosto da saga&amp;nbsp;Crepúsculo, porém até você que é fã e quer me xingar ai, sabe que não tem tanta história assim pra dois filmes... Enfim, a produtora tentou um golpe assim, como em HP, eu sei disso =]e blabla...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então como eu comecei falando, eu fui assistir a 00:00, comprei ingresso antes, toda essa rotina de prés, &amp;nbsp;enfim, fui esperando que o filme fosse uma droga, sinceramente, eu li o livro, e só terminei porque estava realmente muito determinada, a acabar, passei o livro inteiro esperando acontecer o que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;acontece.... mancada heeeeeim Stephenie... o/ Porem, acho que eu esperava algo tão ruim, que me surpreendi, e o filme é bom =], sim sim, estou admitindo que o filme é bom, podem assistir eu aprovo =]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Esse é aquele famoso momento em que você olha pro lado e ve
que todo mundo seguiu sua vida, com ou sem você, e que nada dependia do seu eu.
Esses são os piores e melhores momentos da vida, são neles que você pode jogar
tudo pra cima e sentir livre, porem são os piores, pois são pesos
grandes, e agora que tudo foi jogado, você fica sem nada, você fica sozinha...
Preparada pra começar de novo? Nem eu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-7286017327234083860?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/4t3wXmp8EzE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7286017327234083860/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-sera.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/7286017327234083860?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/7286017327234083860?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/4t3wXmp8EzE/o-que-sera.html" title="O que será?" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yUOFxOL6go/Tq3CD7AO9HI/AAAAAAAAA80/5R1BkAHeveE/s72-c/MULHER%252BCAMINHANDO%252BNA%252BPRAIA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-sera.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HSX8yfyp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-1569049127134300000</id><published>2011-10-15T22:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:08:58.197-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:08:58.197-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><title>Peças</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E as vezes,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sabendo bem em qual delas, o meu coração aperta, e pede por algo, que nem sei dizer, pede talvez por atenção, por amor, pede por qualquer coisa que aqueça tudo que esta ali, perdido, ou simplesmente largado, nessas horas, a visão confiante e corajosa de que tudo já passou, de que tudo já seguiu seu caminho, quebra como um grande e embaralhado quebracabeças... E eu fico aqui... Tentando monta-lo, sem saber ao certo se deveria...&lt;/b&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/6549309636283691969-1569049127134300000?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/OXOF-RFwLQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1569049127134300000/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/10/pecas.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1569049127134300000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1569049127134300000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/OXOF-RFwLQM/pecas.html" title="Peças" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxcXlbDeu90/TpovsK4lg9I/AAAAAAAAA8g/pLwkXEShIMQ/s72-c/4874quebracabeca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/10/pecas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGRHk_fSp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-5797187366492185066</id><published>2011-09-20T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:10:25.745-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:10:25.745-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><title>Hoje em dia ta tudo meio distorcido</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Não sei bem como as coisas chegaram como estar, mas na minha epoca, as coisas, os doces, as pessoas eram diferentes, sei que é estranho afinal se passo o que da minha&amp;nbsp;época? uma decada, nem isso,sempre sera minha epoca \o pra mim pelo menos \oo\o\o\&lt;/div&gt;
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O que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;entendo é como tudo ficou assim, quando o chicletes viro 30 centavos, quando que passatempo&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;tem mais graça (porque&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;ouvi isso de crianças, e eu amava passatempo naquela idade, e ate hoje \o), quando que pessoas ficaram azedas e más?&lt;/div&gt;
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Não entendo esse tipo de metamorfose, sei que nada é tao ruim que não possa piora, mas seguindo o conceito, nada é tao bom que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;possa melhorar, por que em vez de evoluímos, voltamos, regredimos? hoje confiança, lealdade, amizade&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;em extinção, num mundo em que deveria se haver mais e mais...&lt;/div&gt;
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Odeio quando coisas ruins acontecem, sinceramente me&amp;nbsp;doi&amp;nbsp;e queria que não acontecesse \o, odeio ter essa sensação de vazio, de solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-5797187366492185066?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/CMc_wBTII-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5797187366492185066/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje-em-dia-ta-tudo-meio-distorcido.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/5797187366492185066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/5797187366492185066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/CMc_wBTII-4/hoje-em-dia-ta-tudo-meio-distorcido.html" title="Hoje em dia ta tudo meio distorcido" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JmyqKKaxHw/Tnk7gzNDLFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/bqToz29bR9I/s72-c/tumblr_lopuijOCiR1qe7djbo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje-em-dia-ta-tudo-meio-distorcido.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCRHg5fip7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-714418487222784908</id><published>2011-09-14T14:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:11:05.626-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:11:05.626-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Questionadora" /><title>Inventores</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ficou imaginando as vezes como as coisas surgiram ou como foram inventadas, devaneio, devaneio, até chegar a alguma conclusão que faça algum sentindo ou então largo na banguela mesmo, e vou fazer qualquer coisa mais produtiva, como dormir...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Hoje fiquei pensando nas redes sociais, que com certeza surgiu de alguém muito forever alone, redes como o&amp;nbsp;primórdio&amp;nbsp;icq, msn... redes de conversa online, surgiram por mera necessidade de revelações mais práticas que emails e menos constrangedoras que telefone, diz ai quantas vezes&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;usou o msn para revelações bombásticas ou pra cantadas ^^?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Já redes como orkut e facebook, surgiram com o proposito de&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;postar fotos suas e de seus amigos felizes, e esfregar na cara de&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;foi numa festa, ou pior, deu uma festa e esqueceu de chamar aquele seu amigo que andou sumido porque quebrou uma perna ou sei la... Ahhh outra função importante desse tipo de rede,é se informar da vida alheia, podia ter um alerta ali em cima, risco de fofocar, porque assim que&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;presta a atenção nas atualizações dos seus amigos,&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;passa a ser fofoqueiro.... (uiuiuiuiui alerta de fofocação no ar \o aiushiuahsiuhaiushasiuhai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Agora de todas as redes, a mais forever alone, é sem duvida o twitter, você fala horas sozinho, e pra não te chamarem de louco tem algumas outras pessoas tão normais quanto&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;que te seguem... o que não é nada normal ser seguido Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-714418487222784908?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/ZiABf8aapkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/714418487222784908/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/inventores.html#comment-form" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/714418487222784908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/714418487222784908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/ZiABf8aapkU/inventores.html" title="Inventores" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0d-QgD31N_A/TnDeqn_wCOI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Xx02GUZSfvM/s72-c/redes-sociais-virtuais.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/inventores.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNR3Y-eyp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-1873239043550758569</id><published>2011-09-08T18:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:11:36.853-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:11:36.853-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TOP" /><title>Bolsas estranhas?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Tem umas que eu ate usaria, agora tem outras que ave maaaaaaaae \o&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;' Tente nao errar com quem se importa com você (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Não sei se vocês sabem, mas essa semana mesmo, eu fiz 2.0, rá agora sou mais potente, mais total flex, consumo mais e... sou mais velha =\ aiushaiuhsiuaiusiu... Então&amp;nbsp;Parabéns&amp;nbsp;pra mim \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Porem, com mais anos, veem mais responsabilidades, mais cobranças, mais peso, e nem falo dos outros, falo de nos mesmos, passamos a crescer, e ver que algumas coisas não podem seguir, e algumas atitudes&amp;nbsp;também. Temos que lidar com isso sem mudar o fato do que somos e sem criticar como chegamos até ali,&amp;nbsp;então&amp;nbsp;apesar de amar&amp;nbsp;aniversários, amar os mimos, os&amp;nbsp;parabéns, os te amo, os continue assim, no meu aniversario&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;convivo com a&amp;nbsp;carência&amp;nbsp;com a saudade, elas me fazem querer tanto que as pessoas especias que passaram pelos meus longos 20 anos estivessem ali, pra poder abraçar as que eu vejo, e abraçar ainda mais forte as que eu&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;vejo a um longo tempo, poder saber como&amp;nbsp;estão, o que&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;fazendo, como&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;vivendo e poder mostrar o que eu me tornei,quem eu sou, afinal devo tudo isso a elas \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Então&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;Parabéns&amp;nbsp;atrasado pra todas as pessoas que me mimaram, me abraçaram, me pediram conselhos e me deram, as todas as pessoas que me disseram eu te amo, afinal&amp;nbsp;vocês&amp;nbsp;me ajudaram a ser assim \o&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/6549309636283691969-4981379637219691293?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/lKLNfTq5rNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4981379637219691293/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade-se-esquece-mas-se-lembra-de.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4981379637219691293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4981379637219691293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/lKLNfTq5rNU/saudade-se-esquece-mas-se-lembra-de.html" title="Saudade se esquece, Mas se lembra de dedicação (8)" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTpWN5JK6gA/TmPxDyCC3pI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/IkOVFlD--JU/s72-c/amizade1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade-se-esquece-mas-se-lembra-de.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBQXo4fCp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-6369040269477226730</id><published>2011-08-29T23:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:12:30.434-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:12:30.434-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Conselheira" /><title>Despedidas</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pxSSwEoa_M/TlxMbGFrcVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/8V58086e3Ww/s1600/Estrada%2Bmonocromatica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646472061190369618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pxSSwEoa_M/TlxMbGFrcVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/8V58086e3Ww/s320/Estrada%2Bmonocromatica.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 225px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Tive que dizer adeus mais vezes do que gostaria. Mas todo mundo pode dizer isso. E não importa quantas vezes façamos isso, mesmo quando é pra um bem maior, sempre é ruim. E mesmo que nunca esqueçamos do que estamos abrindo mão, devemos a nós mesmos seguir em frente. O que não podemos fazer, é viver nossas vidas com medo do depois do Adeus. Porque as oportunidades não vão parar.O truque é reconhecer quando o Adeus é uma coisa boa. Quando é uma chance de recomeço."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fonte: Ugly Betty - ep 11- 4ºtemp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-6369040269477226730?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/4ji4e7iP_k4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6369040269477226730/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/despedidas.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6369040269477226730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6369040269477226730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/4ji4e7iP_k4/despedidas.html" title="Despedidas" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pxSSwEoa_M/TlxMbGFrcVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/8V58086e3Ww/s72-c/Estrada%2Bmonocromatica.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/despedidas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYDQn44fCp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-4287543706368870280</id><published>2011-08-26T11:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:12:53.034-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:12:53.034-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Questionadora" /><title>Tentativa de curriculo \o</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q86WV8WPA/TleuPq1ozFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sTo91c-6PoI/s1600/procura-de-emprego1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645172242152737874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q86WV8WPA/TleuPq1ozFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sTo91c-6PoI/s320/procura-de-emprego1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Oi pessoooinhas, vooltei iupi', UF's em greve, estou eu aqui largada e de volta (todos sorriem, ou não) aiushaiuhsuiahiusiuas&lt;br /&gt;
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Como mais uma universitária desesperada, em tempos difíceis são necessárias soluções difíceis, eu faço parte desse grande grupo, que por mais que esteja adorando a greve (e quem não gosta de dormir tarde e acorda não tão tarde) ainda fico triste em pensar que minhas ferias estão cada dia indo por água baixo. Mas tudo bem \o&lt;/div&gt;
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O fato é que eu queria fazer algo nesse tempo, e o que seria melhor do que trabalhar? Então toda feliz comecei com a parte mais simples... o Currículo, o problema é que anos de internet não dão muita experiência e nem contam pro currículo, e eu também nunca tinha feito um, tive que pesquisar um pouco pra saber o que fazer e como fazer, enfim, meu currículo se resumiu em algumas poucas linhas =\, o que me deixou muito triste, muito mesmo... E pra me animar criei uma teoria na qual as infinitas redes sociais fazem sim parte de um bom currículo, claro que tenho boooas justificativas para defender minha tese \o&lt;/div&gt;
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- Msn: Quer dizer que sou muito comunicativa&lt;/div&gt;
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- Twitter: Que me mantenho muito informada&lt;/div&gt;
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- Facebook: Que tenho e mantenho bons contatos empresariais&lt;/div&gt;
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- Cityville: Que sou uma boa administradora&lt;/div&gt;
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- Blog: Que gosto de me expressar&lt;/div&gt;
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- Tumblr: Que tenho sentimentos, automaticamente sei trabalhar em equipe&lt;/div&gt;
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Assim, meu currículo seria muito mais colorido *o*, e eu teria um emprego =\&lt;/div&gt;
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aushaiuhsuiahisuhauishiuahius&lt;/div&gt;
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\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-4287543706368870280?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/oZD1Xn9nhOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4287543706368870280/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/tentativa-de-curriculo-o.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4287543706368870280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4287543706368870280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/oZD1Xn9nhOA/tentativa-de-curriculo-o.html" title="Tentativa de curriculo \o" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q86WV8WPA/TleuPq1ozFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sTo91c-6PoI/s72-c/procura-de-emprego1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/tentativa-de-curriculo-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUESHczeCp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-1645349427091590507</id><published>2011-08-14T19:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:13:29.980-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:13:29.980-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Conselheira" /><title>Eu me comportar?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Peba47xgw/TkhNaM0Tp_I/AAAAAAAAA44/Gz-q_E7WRPY/s1600/melissa-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640843645794101234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Peba47xgw/TkhNaM0Tp_I/AAAAAAAAA44/Gz-q_E7WRPY/s320/melissa-2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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EU ME COMPORTAR? &lt;/div&gt;
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Desde pequeno vi...&lt;/div&gt;
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O Tarzan andar pelado. &lt;/div&gt;
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Cinderela chegava meia noite. &lt;/div&gt;
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Pinocchio mentia.&lt;/div&gt;
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A chapeuzinho andava sozinha pela floresta.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aladim era ladrão. &lt;/div&gt;
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Batman dirigia a 320 km/h. &lt;/div&gt;
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Branca de Neve morava com 7 homens. &lt;/div&gt;
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Popeye fumava e era todo tatuado.&lt;/div&gt;
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Picapau aprontava e se dava bem.&lt;/div&gt;
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E o PacMan corria numa sala escura com música eletrônica comendo pílulas que o deixavam acelerado. &lt;/div&gt;
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TARDE DEMAIS! A culpa é da INFÂNCIA!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-1645349427091590507?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/U6XQwP_XifM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1645349427091590507/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-me-comportar.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1645349427091590507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/1645349427091590507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/U6XQwP_XifM/eu-me-comportar.html" title="Eu me comportar?" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Peba47xgw/TkhNaM0Tp_I/AAAAAAAAA44/Gz-q_E7WRPY/s72-c/melissa-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-me-comportar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHQns6eCp7ImA9WhdREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-6665872185697759805</id><published>2011-07-30T13:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:50:33.510-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-30T13:50:33.510-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma apaixonada" /><title>É meu!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mqMJdMknEQ/TjQ2Sw2YxLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/fvPR3Cl-erA/s1600/tumblr_lg5xm3bR7z1qepr0ro1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mqMJdMknEQ/TjQ2Sw2YxLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/fvPR3Cl-erA/s320/tumblr_lg5xm3bR7z1qepr0ro1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635188729725895858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro aqueles sorrisos... Ahhh como eu adoro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro o modo como as brincadeiras surgem, com encontros de olhares, e o modo como consegue me acalmar, acho incrível nossas risadas, nossas brincadeiras ingenuas, sinceras e maliciosas, conseguimos deixar o ambiente leve, conseguimos nos deixar leve, apagar qualquer coisa da memoria... Como em uma historia em que os atores conseguem levar a magia a quem assisti, a diferença é que aquele é o nosso mundo, a nossa magia, nossos momentos e eu não divido, não é por egoismo, é porque é meu, só meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-6665872185697759805?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/dYdGS2xQH8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6665872185697759805/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-meu.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6665872185697759805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6665872185697759805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/dYdGS2xQH8k/e-meu.html" title="É meu!" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mqMJdMknEQ/TjQ2Sw2YxLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/fvPR3Cl-erA/s72-c/tumblr_lg5xm3bR7z1qepr0ro1_400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-meu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUAQ3c-fSp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-4751558141376063809</id><published>2011-07-28T01:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:14:02.955-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:14:02.955-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Questionadora" /><title>1991</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Adoro essas coisas de nascimento, da data que você nasceu, o que mais tocou, qual era a noticia do dia, o que faziam, o que comiam, a roupa da época.... Dessa Vez eu achei o que se fazia no ano em que eu nasci... sim sim pessoinhas sou de 1991 \o&lt;/div&gt;
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Vejamos...&lt;/div&gt;
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O mundo era melhor hahahah&lt;/div&gt;
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Não havia google, nem yahoo, ou seja, sem colas via internet pessoas&lt;/div&gt;
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O filme mais vendido foi "O Exterminador do futuro 2" pessoas iam ao cinema e compravam dvd's&lt;/div&gt;
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O Oscar de melhor filme: O silêncio dos inocentes&lt;/div&gt;
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O Oscar de melhor filme estrangeiro: Mediterraneo&lt;/div&gt;
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O top de ator foi  Anthony Hopkins, em o silencio dos inocentes&lt;/div&gt;
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O top de atriz foi Jodie Foster, em o silencio dos inocentes&lt;/div&gt;
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Melhor diretor? Jonathan Demme, de o silencio dos inocentes&lt;/div&gt;
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Livro top do momento: Scarlett de Alexandra Ripley&lt;/div&gt;
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O Super Nintendo Entertainment System é lançado nos Estados Unidos&lt;/div&gt;
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Freddie Mercury morre&lt;/div&gt;
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O jogo do momento: Super Mario World.&lt;/div&gt;
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O cartão de memoria foi inventado&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Quando eu tinha 9, o filme Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons estava jogando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebeff9;" title=""&gt;Quando tinha 8, houve Inspector Gadget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Quando tinha 7, houve um filme da Disney fora chamado Tarzan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Será que isso soa um sino?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;"Bem, o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ano é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;que a liberdade é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;morto e enterrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;O poder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;dos ricos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;é realizado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;por poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Eles mantêm o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;jovem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;paralisado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Educados por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;suas mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Manter os mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;velhos felizes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;com a notícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Essa é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;a partir da música&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Sell Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;The Levellers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;O mundo é um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;lugar diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Que caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;você tomou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/"&gt;http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/6549309636283691969-4751558141376063809?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/VqhKmeOrc-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4751558141376063809/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/1991.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4751558141376063809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4751558141376063809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/VqhKmeOrc-U/1991.html" title="1991" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQZRG7fUCb4/TjDuP-iyHHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/K7otTm0JIBA/s72-c/oexterminadordofuturo2_1994_poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/1991.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCR3oycCp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-4622058121889175939</id><published>2011-07-24T23:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:14:26.498-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:14:26.498-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Azarada" /><title>Seria comico se não fosse trágico \o</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrdvzhtbZac/Tiza3bp4s3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/lKUXUuFy5C8/s1600/e287b456b42f1532f750f27ccfa80d5d.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633117879784747890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrdvzhtbZac/Tiza3bp4s3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/lKUXUuFy5C8/s320/e287b456b42f1532f750f27ccfa80d5d.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 100px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 120px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Na verdade, responsabilidade é uma variavel... momentos como esse são otimos para dialogar, xingar e ate gritar... Por que como esses? Ja explico, vou contar uma historinha hoje...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Um dia qualquer, um fim de tarde qualquer, um carro parado em um lugar qualquer, até quem um cara, com um nome qualquer, carinhosamente apelidado por mim de FDP, entra com tudo no primeiro carro qualquer, dois carros brancos, estados iniciais? perfeitos... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Estados finais:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Carro 1: A batida foi meia lateral, então arrebento a roda traseira, arrasto o carro pra frente, arrebento a lataria, e ainda arrebento o eixo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Carro 2: está sem para-choque, com a frente arrebentada, sem farol, e provavelmente sem radiador&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Momento de climax da historia? sua placa ficou, assim como o doce sapatinho de cristal deixado pela Cinderela, apos o seu fim do grande baile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Espero que assim como ela, a dona do carro qualquer, que é uma pessoa qualquer, a encontre \o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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.Baseado em fatos reais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-4622058121889175939?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/O0vrYPFenMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4622058121889175939/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/seria-comico-se-nao-fosse-tragico-o.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4622058121889175939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4622058121889175939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/O0vrYPFenMU/seria-comico-se-nao-fosse-tragico-o.html" title="Seria comico se não fosse trágico \o" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrdvzhtbZac/Tiza3bp4s3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/lKUXUuFy5C8/s72-c/e287b456b42f1532f750f27ccfa80d5d.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/seria-comico-se-nao-fosse-tragico-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQERXk-fSp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-2243913285429369404</id><published>2011-07-20T20:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:15:04.755-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:15:04.755-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Carente" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Azarada" /><title>Fofinho \o</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVeHeGFzDi8/Tidhs39TBqI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_ecUkiX5D_E/s1600/harry-hermione-pg-horizontal_288x288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631577282613282466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVeHeGFzDi8/Tidhs39TBqI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_ecUkiX5D_E/s320/harry-hermione-pg-horizontal_288x288.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 288px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Dia do amigo sempre me rende textos tristes e melancolicos, nao sei bem por que, aaah... talvez por que algumas das melhores pessoas que eu conheci, estejam longe ou simplesmente tenham se perdido o contato por bobeiras... Hoje ainda me bateu mais melancolia, porque esse inicio de semestre foi cheio de decepçoes, em pessoas que se faziam ser confiaveis, em pessoas que mostravam que mereciam algo, mas nao queriam dar nada de bom em troca, pode parecer meio &lt;b&gt;interesse&lt;/b&gt; a relaçao de amizade sendo falada assim, mas nao é. Amigos tem o prazer de dar e receber apenas sorrisos em troca... Por mais filosofico e magico, e ate fofinho que seja falando assim, eu consigo ser assim com algumas pessoas, e esperava o mesmo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Enfim, hoje é um dia feliz, pra ser abraçado e abraçar, pra rir e contar piadas, é um dia talvez de saudade, mas saudade dos melhores momentos que passaram, com gostinho dos melhores que virão...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Feliz dia do Amigo *o*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-2243913285429369404?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/UTGPr4wUo2k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2243913285429369404/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/fofinho-o.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/2243913285429369404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/2243913285429369404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/UTGPr4wUo2k/fofinho-o.html" title="Fofinho \o" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVeHeGFzDi8/Tidhs39TBqI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_ecUkiX5D_E/s72-c/harry-hermione-pg-horizontal_288x288.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/fofinho-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGRX45eSp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-6458013423382047331</id><published>2011-07-18T14:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:15:24.021-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:15:24.021-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma apaixonada" /><title>Ao fim que nunca será fim</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RZvjHhuKnA/TiR1uXVhjSI/AAAAAAAAA34/K6ogGZeTz08/s1600/tumblr_lmqvwogwDA1qcoutao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630754873518689570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RZvjHhuKnA/TiR1uXVhjSI/AAAAAAAAA34/K6ogGZeTz08/s320/tumblr_lmqvwogwDA1qcoutao1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oii pessoinhas, ahhh minhas ferias, minhas queridas ferias, tao esperada, essas semaninhas chatas, e tediantes, que seu ciclo fica entre pc e cama *o*, mas nem quero falar sobre isso, quero falar sobre, sobre, sobre: Harry Potter, é claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu, NAO poderia não falar do ultimo filme ou da sensação do fim, que na verdade para nos nunca sera um fim, aaah, ja sei, todo mundo que nao é fa da serie ja deve ta saturado desse assunto, e de toda essa coisa de magia, e ainda mais de ouvir que o ultimo filme, teve o final épico *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nem preciso dizer que depois de todo esse assunto, alguns fatos sao emocionantes e devem ser mencionados sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Quebrou o recorde de maior bilheteria de pré-estreia (HP7-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Quebrou o recorde de maior bilheteria de estreia (HP7-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Quebrou o recorde de maior bilheteria no fim de semana da estreia (HP7-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ai aiii, quanto orgulho *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sinceramente chorei 1 hora de filme, nao chorei mais porque dependendo de quem ta sentado do seu lado, as piadinhas nao deixam aiushaiuhsiuahius... enfim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ao fim, que nunca será fim \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-6458013423382047331?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/PxciccZQ7Rk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6458013423382047331/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/ao-fim-que-nunca-sera-fim.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6458013423382047331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/6458013423382047331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/PxciccZQ7Rk/ao-fim-que-nunca-sera-fim.html" title="Ao fim que nunca será fim" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RZvjHhuKnA/TiR1uXVhjSI/AAAAAAAAA34/K6ogGZeTz08/s72-c/tumblr_lmqvwogwDA1qcoutao1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/ao-fim-que-nunca-sera-fim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBRn86cSp7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-4466967372981081267</id><published>2011-07-06T20:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:15:57.119-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T19:15:57.119-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias de uma Universitária" /><title>Enquanto isso na Universidade</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-DrLDVl5E8/ThTuHz8367I/AAAAAAAAA3w/5vTFDV8fctk/s1600/porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626383652464618418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-DrLDVl5E8/ThTuHz8367I/AAAAAAAAA3w/5vTFDV8fctk/s320/porta.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 147px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Esses sao meus calouros =\&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;creditos: Fiuk - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://milcoisasbanais.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://milcoisasbanais.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-4466967372981081267?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/uDgbeq7DMX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4466967372981081267/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/enquanto-isso-na-universidade.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4466967372981081267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/4466967372981081267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/uDgbeq7DMX4/enquanto-isso-na-universidade.html" title="Enquanto isso na Universidade" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-DrLDVl5E8/ThTuHz8367I/AAAAAAAAA3w/5vTFDV8fctk/s72-c/porta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/07/enquanto-isso-na-universidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHQXc-eCp7ImA9WhZbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549309636283691969.post-8817677360622319041</id><published>2011-06-22T20:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:33:50.950-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T20:33:50.950-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paty em Historias de uma Anti - Machista" /><title>Homens donos de casa</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alem dos homens combinarem bem na tarefa, ainda pensa pelo lado positivo, eles só vão cozinhar o que eles gostam, vão viver de sombra e agua fresca, porque cuida de casa não da trabalho, e ainda vão ter do bom e do melhor quando chegarmos em casa para dormir *_*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pode reparar como dar certo, logo abaixao: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu0aPc9Ur2s/TgJ6y-iSf8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tub0zuQmgy0/s1600/homem_perfeito04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu0aPc9Ur2s/TgJ6y-iSf8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tub0zuQmgy0/s320/homem_perfeito04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621190301110665154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8-aI2AiYtM/TgJ6qGKGNUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qgAO_mY3QGA/s1600/homem_perfeito03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8-aI2AiYtM/TgJ6qGKGNUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qgAO_mY3QGA/s320/homem_perfeito03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621190148537857346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qhYq32OMwDs/TgJ6pyTw_0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/5OVoMsvOATo/s1600/homem_perfeito02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Depois dessa, sem palavras pra Mulan ne? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549309636283691969-3589084709008440752?l=oipessoinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~4/Uh1BMxixLbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3589084709008440752/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/06/historias.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/3589084709008440752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549309636283691969/posts/default/3589084709008440752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OiPessoinhas/~3/Uh1BMxixLbE/historias.html" title="Historias" /><author><name>Paty =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888902792948364083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUWOAuPzCeo/TESKMVZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88wTVgJtSoc/S220/listras+(1).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtIRT6ahKT0/Tf5XOlBN8JI/AAAAAAAAA2o/cbyfgE1P8JI/s72-c/tumblr_lgb2oo8X9i1qdqn5jo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oipessoinhas.blogspot.com/2011/06/historias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

