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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E já estava "tudo acertado" para meu pai vender a casa por R$ 300.000,00 , separar da minha mãe e ir morar em Recife. Ela receberia R$ 150.000,00 para comprar uma casa nova e viver em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas eu e minha boca grande resolvemos estragar tudo sem querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os vizinhos da rua já haviam comentado com minha mãe que meu pai tinha vendido a casa por R$ 500.000,00 e não por R$ 300.000,00 como ele havia dito. Aí outro vizinho, "Seu Coriolano", resolveu aparecer aqui em casa ontem pela manhã e falar com minha mãe: "Vendeu a casa por R$ 500.000,00! Que boa venda!" (Ou algo parecido que minha mãe falou...). De noite resolvi comentar com meu pai e disse "Seu Coriolano veio aqui e falou que o senhor vendeu a casa por R$ 500.000,00".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aí o homem surtou!! Disse que estavam desconfiando dele, que todo mundo queria vê-lo morto no chão! Mas que ele não iria morrer ali, mas muito longe! E que não ia mais vender a casa e ir embora com a escritura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pronto. &lt;i&gt;Cabou-se&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje pela manhã foi outro drama... Disse que tem rachaduras "de um dedo" no muro do quintal por causa da construção de um shopping no quarterão. "O muro vai cair e vocês que vão ter que cuidar, porque já paguei as contas desse mês e não vou estar mais aqui no mês que vem! Vocês querem me ver morto!!". E começou a chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minhas sobrinhas chegaram de Caicó, RN, e foram falar com ele. Eis que Bianca, a mais velha, volta dizendo que ele "tá lá passando mal". Fui ver e tava chorando. Disse que tava desde as três horas da manhã sem dormir. E mais drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ok. Vim trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agora as observações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Meu pai é o Rei do Drama. Se ele ia vender por 300 ou 500, não sei de verdade, mas eu não queria ver minha mãe posando de otária, com os vizinhos comentando que a casa foi vendida por 500, e ela receber só 150, sendo que ela tem direito a metade do valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- A cena de choro não acredito nem um pouco! Ele fez isso porque estava com "platéia" (minhas sobrinhas!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Disse que não ia vender mais porque não queria entrar em desavenças com "a praga" (nome que ele utiliza para mencionar minha mãe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Ele costuma dizer que minha mãe "tem DNA do pai dela, que é doido e tinha alucinações vendo a esposa dele (minha avó) numa moto com o amante". Pois bem, esse meu avô "doido" é o mais são da família, pois quando "chegou a hora certa", se mudou de mala e cuia para um asilo e vive lá até hoje, em paz com Deus e a família. Pense num doido inteligente! Quero ser assim quando for mais velho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Perguntei a minha mãe se eu agi certo em ter falado sobre os comentários dos vizinhos ou se deveria ter ficado calado. Ela disse que eu deveria ter ficado calado... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estraguei tudo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas o que foi que estraguei mesmo? Diz aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;p.s.: Esses videos aí em baixo são os videos que estavam passando na MTV hoje pela manhã, antes da cena de choro... Vai ficar marcado na minha memória... Ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052954055528121774-6529516582989171963?l=diasdetempestade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Segue uma "idéia para uma&amp;nbsp;sinopse":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Obs.: Vou situar minha sinopse no Brasil, porque é um lugar mais familiar, né? :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Roberta é uma mulher bem casada, "nova rica", que freqüenta boas festas com o marido, e por viver nesse meio sabe que tudo não passa de encenação. Glamour de bijuterias, penteados de apliques e chapinhas, corpos perfeitos de lipoaspiração, silicones e botox.&amp;nbsp;Um mundo de mentiras. Por mais absurdo que possa parecer, para Roberta o mundo real é o virtual. Perfis em quase todas as redes sociais na internet, ela faz amigos virtuais que lhe parecem mais reais. Twitter, Facebook, Google+... Ela posta o que pensa e o que sente em tempo real. A vida de nova rica tem suas vantagens: Notebooks, Smartphones, Tablets. Sempre online&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela tem centenas de "amigos", mas uma em especial sempre lhe chama a atenção: Susan, que sempre posta fotos de suas andanças pelo mundo. Londres, Paris, New York, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Pequim e até no Nepal. E umas poucas fotos no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Roberta sabia bem o que fazia. Ela era uma&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stalker&lt;/em&gt;. Vivia para pesquisar a vida alheia através das redes sociais, mas fixou-se em Susan por parecer mais legal, e porque sua intuição assim "mandava".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Certa vez ela vê um comentário de Susan no perfil do namorado. Ato falho de Susan, que poderia ter mandado a mensagem por e-mail ou de outra forma mais segura. Roberta leu: "Estarei em São Paulo&amp;nbsp;no próximo sábado. Encontre-me na praça próximo a casa da Tia Sandra. Bjos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem saber onde fica a casa da Tia Sandra, Roberta vai até o encontro guiando-se pelo &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Forsquare&lt;/i&gt; do namorado de Susan que avisou onde ele estava, mas sem saber que Susan tá sendo seguida pela Polícia e por amigos barra pesada do seu namorado. A vida de Susan não é exatamente aquela que aparece em suas fotos e mensagens. Roberta nem imagina o que vai acontecer... &lt;em&gt;And so on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na versão original do filme, Roberta e Susan se desencontram várias vezes por causa de um cara que quer pegar uma jóia de Susan que também não a pertence. Em certo momento, Susan chega até a casa de Roberta e tem acesso até ao diário íntimo de Roberta (Veja o filme!!!) .Elas só se encontram no "final feliz". Na minha versão, Susan tem acesso ao Notebook de Roberta, que já tem acesso liberado a TODAS as redes sociais dela. Nem beijo de língua ou sexo oral seria&amp;nbsp;mais íntimo que isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Segue aqui o meu "diálogo final":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Mas afinal, o que você quer de mim, garota? Vigia a minha vida, examina minhas fotos, reencaminha meus textos, mas não diz nenhum "bom dia" ou "Oi". Qual é a tua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Desculpa... Eu... Só queria te conhecer... Minha vida parece tão... Vazia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Você é rica! Eu vi onde você mora. Conheci seu esposo. Será que como dizem por aí ‘dinheiro não traz felicidade’? Isso é uma grande bobagem, você sabe disso. ‘Felicidade’ independe de dinheiro, luxo, jóias, glamour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Suas fotos são retocadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Quê? Do que você está falando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Eu estava com seu &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;smartphone&lt;/i&gt;, esqueceu? Vi algumas de suas fotos recentes. Não tinha os retoques de Photoshop. Algumas tem fundo branco ou outra cor uniforme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- ...que contraste com as minhas roupas e possa fazer uma montagem legal, como encaixar um cenário de cidade famosa ao fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Então... Suas viagens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Algumas são reais. Outras não. Na maioria delas eu viajei, mas não tinha tempo para sair e bater fotos em pontos turísticos e... Ah, droga... A quem eu quero enganar? &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Susan se senta ao lado de Roberta, que está sentada num banco de praça)&lt;/i&gt;. Nunca fiz viagens ao exterior... A não ser que conte atravessar a Ponte da Amizade para comprar coisas no Paraguai como viagem ao exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Então... Suas viagens, suas fotos, são tudo uma farsa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- São desejos. Quero um dia viajar para todos esses lugares e torná-los reais. Não é isso que você quer também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Irônico, não acha? Procurei uma vida diferente na internet e encontrei alguém igual a mim. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(silêncio. Passados alguns minutos de reflexão, Roberta fala com firmeza na voz)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Vamos viajar juntas! Quero conhecer Paris. Vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Mal nos conhecemos... &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Roberta se levanta e continua firme)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Cansei da vida artificial. Quero conhecer o mundo. Você quer também e precisamos de companhia. Uma da outra. Falo inglês e francês. Dinheiro não será problema. Vamos fazer as malas agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- ......... Você é meio maluca, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Aproveite esse meu momento de insanidade. Não sei quando terei outro. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Susan começa a ri.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Maluca mesmo. Vamos, né? Paris é linda nessa época do ano... É o que dizem os catálogos das agências de turismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Observações finais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;01.: Não era a intenção terminar como se fosse “Thelma &amp;amp; Louise Reloaded”, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;02.: Roberta na minha versão foi muito “impulsiva e exata” no final e acredito que ela já poderia ter sido assim desde o início. Ela não precisava mesmo ficar seguindo Susan. Na versão original também. Mas afinal, o que move essa personagem? &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Pense e responda no caderno de respostas! ;-)”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;03.: Roberta, sua danadinha, porque foi mesmo que resolveu botar um par de chifres no seu marido, hem? Adultério é crime, viu? Vai ser apedrejada na rua! Tá na Bíblia! E... &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Hem? O que? Essa lei bíblica não vale mais? E qual a lei da Bíblia que tá valendo? ...Ah... Tá. Só a parte contra os homossexuais. Ok.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;04.: Título provisório: "Encontra-se Susan Facilmente Nas Redes Sociais".&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/6052954055528121774-3657351493147658073?l=diasdetempestade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dica boa para o fim de semana: DESCANSO DA FAXINA!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu já estava querendo organizar umas coisas nas minhas estantes cheias de caixas e minha mãe deu a dica: "Aproveite o feriado para limpar essas caixas que só você sabe como limpá-las".&lt;br /&gt;
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Certo... a faxineira quando vem aqui no meu quarto mal toca nas minhas estantes porque sou muito chato com isso. Quero tudo organizado do meu jeito. Então, nada melhor do que eu mesmo fazê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Vou deixar o computador ligado só tocando meus MP3 como se fosse uma rádio virtual (para por a fila na ordem também!), e vamos ao trabalho! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Resultado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semente e Preço da semente -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tempo de colheita -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Venda / Ganho por hora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberries&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         04 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;         35 / 2,5 [1 XP]&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eggplant - 25&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         02 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         88 / 1,0 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheat&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;35&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         03 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        115 / 0,90 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soybeans&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         01 dia&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;          63 / 1,37 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squash&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;40&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         02 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        121 / 1,37 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;30&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         08 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;          68 / 2,87 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artichokes -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;70&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         04 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        204 / 1,24 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rice&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;        45&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         12 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;          96 / 3,00 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raspberries -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;20&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         02 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;          46 / 5,5 [0 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cotton&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;75&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;         03 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        207 / 1,62 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bell Peppers&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;75&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -  &lt;/span&gt;         02 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        198 / 2,25 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peppers&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;70&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         01 dia&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        162 / 3,2 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aloe Vera&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;50&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         06 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;          85 / 3,33 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pineapples&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;95&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         02 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        242 / 2,75 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blueberries&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;50&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         04 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;          91 / 6,50 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watermelon&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;130&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         04 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;        348 / 2,11 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomatoes&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;100&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         08 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;         173 / 7,25 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potatoes&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;        135&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         03 dias &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;         345 / 2,70 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrots&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;110&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         12 horas &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;         200 / 6,25 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;120&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         16 horas&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         243 / 6,75 [1 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corn&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;150&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         03 dias&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;         380 / 2,98 [2 XP]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quer ganhar mais dinheiro, plante as mais rentáveis em menor tempo. O mesmo se aplica ao ganho de XPs. Plantar uma semente só porque é bonita, pode ser interessante pra quem não quer seguir adiante, ou se já está num estágio muito avançado e/ou quer apenas "se divertir e relaxar" com o jogo mais legal do Facebook! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusão: O que um feriadão não faz, hem? huahauahauahau!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa colheita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agradecimentos a Daniella Barreto pela idéia da tabela, e ao Dr. Marcelo que indicou o Farmville e aos amigos queridos que me ajudam a ficar nesse vício lindo! hehehehehe!!&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/6052954055528121774-8493542901049216275?l=diasdetempestade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não? Explico: site de relacionamento similar ao Orkut ou MySpace, mas bem mais “clean” e mais interessante também! Costumo dizer que o FB é uma mistura de Orkut com Twitter. Tem perfis como o Orkut, onde se coloca fotos com comentários, e grupos de fãs sobre assuntos diversos, e suas mensagens são mostradas como no Twitter, mas sem limite de 140 caracteres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que é o Farmville?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a idéia mais "mirabolante" do Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um jogo de estratégia online, onde você interage com outros participantes, e para isso eles precisam ser seus "vizinhos" na fazenda, e consequentemente terá que adicionar mais amigos no seu perfil do Facebook, já que vários itens da fazenda só são liberados quando se tem mais vizinhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em poucos dias o Farmville já se tornou uma febre no Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem jogos no mesmo estilo no FB, mas não são tão divertidos ou relaxantes quanto o Farmville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu também jogo o Mafia Wars, da mesma empresa, a Zynga, mas esse é super estressante! Você perde dinheiro mais fácil do que ganha, perde saúde, perde popularidade, vai pra lista negra, é roubado, espancado, o diabo!!! Vida de mafioso não é doce de coco!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que é mais legal nesses jogos do Facebook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a forma prática de se fazer novos amigos e tornar o site mais popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O "quase extinto" Orkut tem joguinhos também, mas os serviços do Orkut em si, não me parece mais interessante... Há muito ódio correndo solto lá dentro, com zilhões de comunidades onde as pessoas perdem tempo destilando veneno, infernizando a vida dos outros por pura inveja, falta do que fazer e falta de sexo (sem dúvida!!). Sem contar também com as comunidades de pirataria!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só ainda não apaguei meu perfil no Orkut porque tenho amigos lá que gosto de encontrar e trocar umas idéias. De todo o meu perfil com mais de 100 pessoas, acho que uns 20 se salvam... Será que é muito? E será que o Google ainda não se tocou que o Orkut já teve seu momento, mas agora não é mais interessante? Até o popular bonequinho Buddy Poke está no Facebook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só uma questão de tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas voltando ao assunto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Farmville me lembra um jogo excelente que faz tempo não entro nele... “Entrar” é a palavra certa. O jogo “Railroad Tycoon 2” é uma viagem ao universo das ferrovias, onde você se torna um super empresário dono de várias ferrovias transportando mercadorias e passageiros pelo país. Aprendi muita coisa sobre trens apenas jogando o RT2. Recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, e se quiser ser meu vizinho no Farmville, me adiciona no Facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="www.Facebook.com/MarlonVasconcelos"&gt;www.Facebook.com/MarlonVasconcelos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se me chamar para ser vizinho, posso te recompensar com uma ovelhinha fofinha ou uma vaquinha gordinha! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tchau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052954055528121774-6161378208729014164?l=diasdetempestade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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