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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWgvFGzrqYNybrFdM-12LDKk8-M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWgvFGzrqYNybrFdM-12LDKk8-M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWgvFGzrqYNybrFdM-12LDKk8-M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWgvFGzrqYNybrFdM-12LDKk8-M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hoje pela manhã escrevi algo no Facebook sobre apego. Não recomendo a ninguém.
Você pode transformar seus relacionamentos se deixar o apego de lado. Falo por experiência própria.
O apego cega, apaga sua espontaneidade e não melhora sua personalidade.




Me conta como ficou depois, tá?
Link do post no Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/anonimofamoso/posts/10150484111284371
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n1KwKnidRV5q3ydeuhf0YxrfAac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n1KwKnidRV5q3ydeuhf0YxrfAac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Queria a sua ajuda para entender melhor uma coisa.

Estava conversando com uma moça hoje sobre a violência com os animais, repercutindo ainda o que aconteceu com aquela enfermeira que matou o indefeso cachorrinho. Tudo ia bem, até que ela falou o seguinte:

ELA: (...) seria o mesmo que espancar e bater numa criança.

EU: Como assim? Seria a mesma coisa, uma pessoa espancar um cachorro e espancar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/CQ9WVi1bXlg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/12/valores.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQ3o7fyp7ImA9WhRREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-8666914903957898453</id><published>2011-11-22T19:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:47:12.407-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T19:47:12.407-03:00</app:edited><title>Os filhos que não tive</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8666914903957898453/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-filhos-que-nao-tive.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8666914903957898453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8666914903957898453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/MrLl9IUPFzI/os-filhos-que-nao-tive.html" title="Os filhos que não tive" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1EutsnfDos/TswjCySI5bI/AAAAAAAAAjs/W6tI-UwGjFY/s72-c/1010953.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
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- Amor, minha menstruação não veio.



- Não fala isso, pelo amor de Deus!



E essa é aquela fase da vida de um homem, em que uma
ligação com um “amor, veio” traz a maior sensação de alívio que se pode ter. Na
adolescência, o ímpeto natural de se entregar à paixão e ao momento, não vem junto com o discernimento necessário pra comprar uma camisinha. Às vezes, não dá
tempo e a gente acha que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/MrLl9IUPFzI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-filhos-que-nao-tive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ESXs6eyp7ImA9WhRTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-2433823480578621485</id><published>2011-11-01T20:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:56:48.513-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T20:56:48.513-03:00</app:edited><title>Vocação</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/2433823480578621485/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/11/vocacao.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2433823480578621485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2433823480578621485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/Hv4MpF1vdLI/vocacao.html" title="Vocação" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/beU28aFIGu-gw_qKfNsUjo1EDP8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/beU28aFIGu-gw_qKfNsUjo1EDP8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/beU28aFIGu-gw_qKfNsUjo1EDP8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/beU28aFIGu-gw_qKfNsUjo1EDP8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eu já falei aqui que já fui cantor de igreja. Vasculhando umas fitas de vídeo da época do ronca, achei umas imagens daqueles momentos.

O melhor de tudo em rever essas imagens, é saber que felizmente tomei a decisão certa em procurar outra vocação na vida.

A minha voz começa no 1:05. :)





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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTW2ACg0GNzUotMLrkM1gaG9wL0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTW2ACg0GNzUotMLrkM1gaG9wL0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTW2ACg0GNzUotMLrkM1gaG9wL0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTW2ACg0GNzUotMLrkM1gaG9wL0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Minha mãe mandou essa foto para os meus avós. Ela tinha o costume de escrever sempre atrás das fotos, até ela aprender que molhando a foto, pode-se escrever na frente também. :)

Veja algo que ela já sabia há muito tempo:



&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/YwH602u1Jfw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/10/minha-mae-profeta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HR3w7fip7ImA9WhdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-8739338401006306356</id><published>2011-09-18T21:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:58:56.206-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T21:58:56.206-03:00</app:edited><title>Valor à vida</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8739338401006306356/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/09/depois-de-uma-semana-de-muito-trabalho.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8739338401006306356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8739338401006306356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/_RZ_RRJFliU/depois-de-uma-semana-de-muito-trabalho.html" title="Valor à vida" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyvuUl7SjlQ/TnaRlcyLgtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eHTK0kiIlQY/s72-c/2011-09-17+19.06.35.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKpcA-5g1GuJjyO3mF-Az9QsjXk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKpcA-5g1GuJjyO3mF-Az9QsjXk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKpcA-5g1GuJjyO3mF-Az9QsjXk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKpcA-5g1GuJjyO3mF-Az9QsjXk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Depois de uma semana de muito trabalho em outra cidade, acordando muito cedo e dormindo muito tarde, finalmente chegou a hora de voltar pra casa e rever minha família. Era início de noite e eu estava tão cansado que pensei na possibilidade de dormir e ir embora apenas na manhã seguinte, mas a vontade de ver minha esposa e minhas filhas foi maior. Acabei viajando.

No começo do caminho, percebi &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/_RZ_RRJFliU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/09/depois-de-uma-semana-de-muito-trabalho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBRHw5eCp7ImA9WhdRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-8511937138843042434</id><published>2011-08-04T20:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:42:35.220-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T20:42:35.220-03:00</app:edited><title>Alergia</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8511937138843042434/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/08/alergia.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8511937138843042434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8511937138843042434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/6FfnyLCkAts/alergia.html" title="Alergia" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cQ7Ceo3WyI/TjsqxlW_0tI/AAAAAAAAAic/lcMtGqTIxKs/s72-c/cueca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWDSiwHgesX3LwgLvEtd7QEbsR8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWDSiwHgesX3LwgLvEtd7QEbsR8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWDSiwHgesX3LwgLvEtd7QEbsR8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWDSiwHgesX3LwgLvEtd7QEbsR8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não usei cueca até os 13 anos. Eu dizia à minha mãe que se tratava de uma alergia. Que bastava usar cueca e ficava com coceira, suor, etc. Até que num dia de aula de educação física, aconteceu o milagre da cura.A aula de educação física dos meninos era separada da aula das meninas. Mas, claro, a das meninas era primeiro. O portão de saída das meninas era o mesmo da entrada dos meninos, e essa &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/6FfnyLCkAts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/08/alergia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMSXs-fyp7ImA9WhZaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-3958012087142617147</id><published>2011-07-03T20:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:28:08.557-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-03T21:28:08.557-03:00</app:edited><title>Twitters que marcam</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/3958012087142617147/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/07/twitters-que-marcam.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/3958012087142617147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/3958012087142617147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/WvQcrZsW9y0/twitters-que-marcam.html" title="Twitters que marcam" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWXg60oWybk/ThEBZ9iw5zI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Wb-lfpqG-Ts/s72-c/twitter_bird_01.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wq-RGzohRrP7YJcLI3QAJ6SZLgg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wq-RGzohRrP7YJcLI3QAJ6SZLgg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wq-RGzohRrP7YJcLI3QAJ6SZLgg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wq-RGzohRrP7YJcLI3QAJ6SZLgg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O correto seria "pessoas que marcam", porque é por trás de uma timeline que  estão aquelas pessoas que, através do Twitter, nos marcam e nos fazem lembrar  delas em algumas situações da vida fora do Twitter. Por exemplo:   Quando escuto "Hora Certa", eu lembro do @tiodino. Quando alguém fala "Vocês têm que se entregar mais" ou vejo coxinha, eu lembro da  @DeniseRossi. Quando vejo algum ótimo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/WvQcrZsW9y0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/07/twitters-que-marcam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBRHs_fCp7ImA9WhZaFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-2769769319366008434</id><published>2011-07-02T07:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:37:35.544-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-02T08:37:35.544-03:00</app:edited><title>Sangue de barata</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/2769769319366008434/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/07/sangue-de-barata.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2769769319366008434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2769769319366008434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/UVYCKNl8iGs/sangue-de-barata.html" title="Sangue de barata" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDlu0JSS4Xw/Tg8BVmOh6aI/AAAAAAAAAgo/K_1mzsY1USY/s72-c/baratinha.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oZnE8datPvobS-n3V8u4K-BGVPk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oZnE8datPvobS-n3V8u4K-BGVPk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oZnE8datPvobS-n3V8u4K-BGVPk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oZnE8datPvobS-n3V8u4K-BGVPk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A vida lhe convida a entrar em confusão. Nunca vai faltar a você uma oportunidade de se meter em briga, discutir com alguém ou se revoltar com alguma atitude que outras pessoas tomem e, com isso, acabe entrando no mesmo nível e se prejudicando apenas porque reagiu mal.Todos reagem de alguma forma quando são provocados. E é essa reação que faz a diferença entre conviver bem ou viver com dores de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/UVYCKNl8iGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/07/sangue-de-barata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GQX0yfCp7ImA9WhZVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-5561752003547395241</id><published>2011-05-29T08:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:08:40.394-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T09:08:40.394-03:00</app:edited><title>Testemunha de Jeová</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/5561752003547395241/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/testemunha-de-jeova.html#comment-form" title="51 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/5561752003547395241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/5561752003547395241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/eKQSHn7gkCU/testemunha-de-jeova.html" title="Testemunha de Jeová" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>51</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7sH_UfV76bW8VxeJc8E-uR4X5IA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7sH_UfV76bW8VxeJc8E-uR4X5IA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7sH_UfV76bW8VxeJc8E-uR4X5IA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7sH_UfV76bW8VxeJc8E-uR4X5IA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tenho uma aversão terrível a esta religião. Mas calma... ter aversão não significa não ter respeito. Aliás, tenho amigos e colegas de trabalho que fazem parte e os respeito como quaisquer outras pessoas, já que aprendi com minha vida que ninguém vale mais ou significa mais do que outra pessoa e que todos somos iguais.Mas o que aconteceu pra que eu sentisse isso? Um fato tão lamentável quanto &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/eKQSHn7gkCU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/testemunha-de-jeova.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQX06eSp7ImA9WhZWGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-2512380372810725961</id><published>2011-05-19T22:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:02:30.311-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-19T23:02:30.311-03:00</app:edited><title>Ratinho</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/2512380372810725961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/ratinho.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2512380372810725961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2512380372810725961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/dsFd--_F5EY/ratinho.html" title="Ratinho" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ0k_YBNKGw/TdXLhicZLvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/VpOh4CfDSUE/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9JZeCkZ4ckDrt0Su7FW-rAZU5qI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9JZeCkZ4ckDrt0Su7FW-rAZU5qI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9JZeCkZ4ckDrt0Su7FW-rAZU5qI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9JZeCkZ4ckDrt0Su7FW-rAZU5qI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Estava zapeando entre os canais da TV no intervalo da novela e me deparei com o Ratinho elogiando o Alexandre Frota pela entrevista que ele havia dado à Gabi Gabriela na noite anterior. Repare no que ele falou:- Parabéns por sua entrevista ontem, Frota. Foi muito boa.- Obrigado, Ratinho.- Se a pessoa é sincera, a entrevista é boa. Se não tem nhenhenhém, a entrevista fica perfeita. Pra quem é &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/dsFd--_F5EY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/ratinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIARX87eSp7ImA9WhZXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-8654882680921828043</id><published>2011-05-07T17:55:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:15:44.101-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-07T19:15:44.101-03:00</app:edited><title>Cinto no Armador</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8654882680921828043/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/cinto-no-armador.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8654882680921828043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8654882680921828043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/Lmwq7QbVnGo/cinto-no-armador.html" title="Cinto no Armador" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JocXSTWWPo0/TcXAUGCECnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Pn-P8lBkkoo/s72-c/campinho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc5NdMhZN0Zw2_hCtpb3QJKaNdw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc5NdMhZN0Zw2_hCtpb3QJKaNdw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc5NdMhZN0Zw2_hCtpb3QJKaNdw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc5NdMhZN0Zw2_hCtpb3QJKaNdw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Voltava da escola no auge da minha 7ª série, com energia suficiente para chegar em casa, jogar o fardamento escolar no chão e ir para o campinho jogar bola.Dribles, passes, gols... E, de repente, naquele dia o jogo foi interrompido pelo meu pai. Ele invadiu o campinho andando lentamente e concentrado no meu olhar. Ao aproximar-se, pegou na minha orelha com força e foi me puxando por ela até &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/Lmwq7QbVnGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/05/cinto-no-armador.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQH08eyp7ImA9Wx9UFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-8110550020223308620</id><published>2011-02-12T08:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:48:51.373-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-12T08:48:51.373-03:00</app:edited><title>Minha vó e a chuva</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/8110550020223308620/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-vo-e-chuva.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8110550020223308620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/8110550020223308620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/WmLn6Dd5IHA/minha-vo-e-chuva.html" title="Minha vó e a chuva" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iipxZYmhsLs/TVZyiuxtcsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OAsmbjvv9_A/s72-c/hwr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/scxKtbicrEjeJipuBNXFUG4xnsY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/scxKtbicrEjeJipuBNXFUG4xnsY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/scxKtbicrEjeJipuBNXFUG4xnsY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/scxKtbicrEjeJipuBNXFUG4xnsY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Na minha infância fui, muitas vezes, à beira de um rio que ficava a cerca de 5km da minha casa, com uma "roladeira" pegar água. Ao retornar, passar a água da roladeira para os potes que ficavam nos banheiros, na cozinha e no quintal.Água não erá fácil. Hoje, a situação melhorou muito, mas ainda há muitas localidades que dependem muito das chuvas. Na verdade, todos nós dependemos muito da chuva, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/WmLn6Dd5IHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-vo-e-chuva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ARn0_fCp7ImA9Wx9RFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-867952801833342417</id><published>2010-12-18T02:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:57:27.344-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-18T02:57:27.344-03:00</app:edited><title>Rezar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/867952801833342417/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/12/rezar.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/867952801833342417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/867952801833342417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/GZ_lO1KH6hc/rezar.html" title="Rezar" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSu6nIsy0b2ucqea9DhwxhZ8DO4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSu6nIsy0b2ucqea9DhwxhZ8DO4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSu6nIsy0b2ucqea9DhwxhZ8DO4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSu6nIsy0b2ucqea9DhwxhZ8DO4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Depois de aulas de negócios, matemática, serviços domésticos e dança, chegou a vez da Lumara nos ensinar a rezar. :)Não sei, mas acho que Maria deve ter se derretido inteira com essa. (risos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/GZ_lO1KH6hc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/12/rezar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGQ305cSp7ImA9Wx5bF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-6502950956033180729</id><published>2010-11-02T11:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:33:42.329-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-02T11:33:42.329-03:00</app:edited><title>As preferidas da Lumara</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/6502950956033180729/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-preferidas-da-lumara.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/6502950956033180729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/6502950956033180729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/03teWBU1uEk/as-preferidas-da-lumara.html" title="As preferidas da Lumara" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2cauSwBpGCyqf1GZZyXVUEM7KS4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2cauSwBpGCyqf1GZZyXVUEM7KS4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQqxRIAbQpblBsaCuUfoaMJ9Xo8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQqxRIAbQpblBsaCuUfoaMJ9Xo8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQqxRIAbQpblBsaCuUfoaMJ9Xo8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQqxRIAbQpblBsaCuUfoaMJ9Xo8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eu respeito o ser humano. A opção sexual, em nada muda os meus conceitos sobre o caráter ou capacidade de qualquer pessoa. Graças a Deus, absorvi bem essa consciência, mesmo com o mundo inteiro tentando me acostumar ao contrário.Mas não nego que ainda me surpreendo com algumas manifestações públicas de relacionamentos homossexuais.Estava conversando com quatro sócias que desejavam obter um &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/jZ8pEzfVIDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-vida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8AQHo_eCp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-7410443089603428542</id><published>2010-10-03T16:06:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:40:41.440-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T16:40:41.440-03:00</app:edited><title>A poderosa raquete</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/7410443089603428542/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/10/poderosa-raquete.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/7410443089603428542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/7410443089603428542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/td6mODuVOdo/poderosa-raquete.html" title="A poderosa raquete" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjAeLRQgrKU/TKjYWjLwbaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qi9zcbbUNzY/s72-c/arnie-conan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8hp3N9L8j--0InAVNgGUlLb-vhY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8hp3N9L8j--0InAVNgGUlLb-vhY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma das melhores aquisições que fiz nos últimos anos, foi uma raquete elétrica de matar mosquitos. Além do fato de eu conviver sem o terrível incômodo das picadas, essa raquete me dá uma sensação incrível de como se eu fosse um gladiador sanguinário, bravo, temido e invencível quando estou à caça deles. Com a raquete na mão, eu viro praticamente um Conan.E o melhor: os mosquitos não morrem por &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/td6mODuVOdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/10/poderosa-raquete.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRnkyfCp7ImA9Wx5VEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-1009480660824493214</id><published>2010-10-02T13:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:05:27.794-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-02T17:05:27.794-03:00</app:edited><title>DEBATE ENTRE OS PRESIDENCIÁVEIS 2010</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/1009480660824493214/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/10/debate-entre-os-presidenciaveis-2010.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1009480660824493214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1009480660824493214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/vWaFKtGxqYM/debate-entre-os-presidenciaveis-2010.html" title="DEBATE ENTRE OS PRESIDENCIÁVEIS 2010" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hlJmUAZysu9cYj0IFHuRwjcNBbY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hlJmUAZysu9cYj0IFHuRwjcNBbY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hlJmUAZysu9cYj0IFHuRwjcNBbY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hlJmUAZysu9cYj0IFHuRwjcNBbY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pode ser a última chance de definir o seu voto consciente. A partir das 20h todos os candidatos à Presidência da República debaterão sobre vários temas, de maneira aberta e livre. Acompanhe, comente e envie suas perguntas!debateParticipações de @Samara7days, @bqeg, @NossaSenhorita, @tiodino, @AlexandreMedina, @sexocomhumor e @SabioBrasileiro.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/vWaFKtGxqYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/10/debate-entre-os-presidenciaveis-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMSHw6cSp7ImA9Wx5WFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-1164701827734342034</id><published>2010-09-26T10:28:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:13:09.219-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-26T11:13:09.219-03:00</app:edited><title>Felicidade</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/1164701827734342034/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1164701827734342034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1164701827734342034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/rxy-dx4GZi4/felicidade.html" title="Felicidade" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjAeLRQgrKU/TJ9Rap1vH-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/jemGFwaOlDE/s72-c/logo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U4qfhHyax9yvfKOcl8g7KIY5cqA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U4qfhHyax9yvfKOcl8g7KIY5cqA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Definir felicidade é impossível. Ainda não se sabe se é um sentimento, um estado de espírito, uma forma de viver, uma meta, um lugar...A certeza sobre a felicidade é apenas uma: nós não queremos ser ricos, ser pais, ser casados, ser populares, ser reconhecidos. O que queremos mesmo é ser felizes. Há pessoas que conseguem ser felizes com muito, outros com pouco, outros com tudo, outros com quase &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/rxy-dx4GZi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MQnszeSp7ImA9Wx5QGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-5258305900991909717</id><published>2010-09-06T21:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:28:03.581-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-06T22:28:03.581-03:00</app:edited><title>Ironia da Bunda</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/5258305900991909717/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/09/ironia-da-bunda.html#comment-form" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/5258305900991909717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/5258305900991909717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/6DDJLhPlYhM/ironia-da-bunda.html" title="Ironia da Bunda" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjAeLRQgrKU/TIWSfdOqq6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xck86jceXg0/s72-c/ponto_ironia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FSbSn-PqFNbFVjH63DgfI2QwFns/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FSbSn-PqFNbFVjH63DgfI2QwFns/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FSbSn-PqFNbFVjH63DgfI2QwFns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FSbSn-PqFNbFVjH63DgfI2QwFns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Você lê a frase abaixo:“Os cegos são muito azarados, pois não podem ver a maravilhosa bunda das brasileiras.” Gerald NeumanDe cara, há várias possibilidades de se interpretar esta frase:a) Que piada de mau gosto desse Gerald Neuman. Ele é um filho da mãe preconceituoso que não respeita os deficientes visuais!b) Achei engraçado, mas não contarei isso a ninguém para não parecer preconceituoso.c) É.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/6DDJLhPlYhM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/09/ironia-da-bunda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQHYycSp7ImA9Wx5REks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-540254166197159878</id><published>2010-08-19T20:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:36:11.899-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-19T20:36:11.899-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu vejo você!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/540254166197159878/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-vejo-voce.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/540254166197159878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/540254166197159878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/xKZGWwz5pPY/eu-vejo-voce.html" title="Eu vejo você!" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHuPhB7ryuC0qu4uDfD9cuT_Bao/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHuPhB7ryuC0qu4uDfD9cuT_Bao/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHuPhB7ryuC0qu4uDfD9cuT_Bao/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHuPhB7ryuC0qu4uDfD9cuT_Bao/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A filha pede para ir brincar no parquinho e chama você pra ir junto.Você não tem como ir porque está jantando e conversando com seus amigos.- Vá, filha. Pode ir que daqui eu lhe vejo.E a filha vai, com toda certeza de que está segura.O que usamos no Brasil como "bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite", os africanos usam "Sawu bona" que quer dizer "eu vejo você". Mais do que um cumprimento ou desejo, "&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/xKZGWwz5pPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-vejo-voce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMQ3g_eSp7ImA9Wx5SEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-2393886030346934538</id><published>2010-08-05T20:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:59:42.641-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-05T20:59:42.641-03:00</app:edited><title>Minha reforma ortográfica</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/2393886030346934538/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/minha-reforma-ortografica.html#comment-form" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2393886030346934538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/2393886030346934538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/tN7BHWxKtDw/minha-reforma-ortografica.html" title="Minha reforma ortográfica" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9AoAvDF8TVsAML7sno_9A57RmAU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9AoAvDF8TVsAML7sno_9A57RmAU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9AoAvDF8TVsAML7sno_9A57RmAU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9AoAvDF8TVsAML7sno_9A57RmAU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quando começaram a falar em reforma ortográfica, eu pensei que um dos meus sonhos de colégio se realizaria. Na 7ª série eu bolei uma mudança na Língua Portuguesa Nossa de Cada Dia que alterava uma série de coisas. Minha motivação maior, veio do fato de que eu morava no interior e percebia que muitas pessoas erravam a escrita das palavras, mas que no fundo aqueles erros tinham certa lógica.Por &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/tN7BHWxKtDw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/minha-reforma-ortografica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQnY7fyp7ImA9Wx5TGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-1343611171496294670</id><published>2010-08-03T23:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:01:43.807-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T20:01:43.807-03:00</app:edited><title>Atirei o Pau no Gato</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/1343611171496294670/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/atirei-o-pau-no-gato.html#comment-form" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1343611171496294670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/1343611171496294670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/rqSCPYidbFE/atirei-o-pau-no-gato.html" title="Atirei o Pau no Gato" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L1lwfAwLApIlw0l_vnSeWh1FBuA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L1lwfAwLApIlw0l_vnSeWh1FBuA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L1lwfAwLApIlw0l_vnSeWh1FBuA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L1lwfAwLApIlw0l_vnSeWh1FBuA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Atirei o pau no gato-toMas o gato-toNão morreu-eu-euDona Chica-caAdmirou-se-seDo berro, do berro, do berro que o gato deu:Miau!Se você nasceu até 1985 e conseguiu ler essa poesia infantil cantarolando uma das músicas mais conhecidas da minha infância, fico feliz por você. Eu tenho saudade dessa época. Saudade do tempo em que “Atirei o pau no gato” era apenas uma música inocente e divertida, que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/rqSCPYidbFE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/08/atirei-o-pau-no-gato.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNR3o7eCp7ImA9Wx5TE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-4273114699711450885</id><published>2010-07-28T21:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:48:16.400-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T21:48:16.400-03:00</app:edited><title>Descobertas arqueológicas no interior do Ceará</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/4273114699711450885/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/07/descobertas-arqueologicas-no-interior.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/4273114699711450885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/4273114699711450885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/4dAahYZ09Bc/descobertas-arqueologicas-no-interior.html" title="Descobertas arqueológicas no interior do Ceará" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-9u3ED0gxF19TbsyN_nHNd_sjxY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-9u3ED0gxF19TbsyN_nHNd_sjxY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-9u3ED0gxF19TbsyN_nHNd_sjxY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-9u3ED0gxF19TbsyN_nHNd_sjxY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Em uma de minhas viagens, encontrei traços da antiguidade que podem revelar, talvez, os maiores segredos da história da humanidade. Veja o vídeo e me ajude a decifrar os códigos de nossos antepassados.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/4dAahYZ09Bc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/07/descobertas-arqueologicas-no-interior.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMR3s6cSp7ImA9Wx5TEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749527637568941424.post-3545146932455390379</id><published>2010-07-25T09:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:49:46.519-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T09:49:46.519-03:00</app:edited><title>Twitter - Como localizar um tweet antigo?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/feeds/3545146932455390379/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/07/twitter-como-localizar-um-tweet-antigo.html#comment-form" title="33 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/3545146932455390379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749527637568941424/posts/default/3545146932455390379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~3/CJD4KofwUog/twitter-como-localizar-um-tweet-antigo.html" title="Twitter - Como localizar um tweet antigo?" /><author><name>Luilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621906797822310092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyD-fC9pk-k/TnaKcJo7A2I/AAAAAAAAAis/mG9nz8C5y-g/s220/anonimofamoso1peq125.jpg" /></author><thr:total>33</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AO4U3Ng1t_XY_ZuiPzUp9AY868Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AO4U3Ng1t_XY_ZuiPzUp9AY868Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AO4U3Ng1t_XY_ZuiPzUp9AY868Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AO4U3Ng1t_XY_ZuiPzUp9AY868Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A necessidade estimula a criatividade.Não sei o que deu nas pessoas, que meus posts no Twitter (tweets) são copiados sem os créditos (RT). Eu até costumo falar que tweet bom não é o que tem mais RT's, mas o que tem maior número de cópias sem RT's.Então, pra provar que determinado tweet era originalmente meu, procurei várias alternativas para localizá-lo entre os tweets antigos, o que é meio &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oaxX/~4/CJD4KofwUog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://anonimofamoso.blogspot.com/2010/07/twitter-como-localizar-um-tweet-antigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

