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Engula sem moderação.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-7847743788125154662</id><published>2012-05-25T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T15:31:03.787-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comida" /><title type="text">Sobre inapetência.</title><content type="html">Quando estou sem apetite, basta comer qualquer coisa doce que a fome aparece. Mesmo que eu não seja uma grande entusiasta dos doces, funciona. É como se minha barriga intervisse gritando, "ei, ei, ei, que diabos está acontecendo? Açucar? Açucar? Vai comer comida de verdade, sua idiota: um feijão, uma carne... docinho é pra amadores". E, de repente, estou eu repetindo o prato uma terceira vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-7847743788125154662?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/JSy2Ud5O320" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=7847743788125154662&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/7847743788125154662" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/7847743788125154662" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/JSy2Ud5O320/sobre-inapetencia.html" title="Sobre inapetência." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/05/sobre-inapetencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-8073299275090437677</id><published>2012-05-22T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T12:06:21.312-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title type="text">Conselho de amiga.</title><content type="html">Se vai engravidar antes ou depois do casamento, bem, esse não é o problema. Desagradável mesmo é engravidar durante porque, querida, esse é bem o tipo de coisa que atrasa a cerimônia, irrita os convidados e borra a maquiagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-8073299275090437677?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/ImccaYy5rhQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=8073299275090437677&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8073299275090437677" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8073299275090437677" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/ImccaYy5rhQ/conselho-de-amiga.html" title="Conselho de amiga." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/05/conselho-de-amiga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-2298338114259647158</id><published>2012-05-19T14:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T14:21:59.840-03:00</updated><title type="text">Estamos todos diante a um enorme buffet, famintos.</title><content type="html">Às vezes, parece uma ótima ideia se servir de tudo porque tudo parece delicioso, mas nada combina com nada. Então logo percebe que não consegue definir qual comida é melhor que a outra e vai alternando garfadas sem nunca se decidir. Só que chega o momento de repetir o prato, pois a fome ainda existe (mas não é a mesma e só uma daquelas comidas conseguirá ser repetida). E assim você descobre qual delas era realmente a melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-2298338114259647158?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/lH28K7ZB6Xk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=2298338114259647158&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2298338114259647158" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2298338114259647158" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/lH28K7ZB6Xk/estamos-todos-diante-um-enorme-buffet.html" title="Estamos todos diante a um enorme buffet, famintos." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/05/estamos-todos-diante-um-enorme-buffet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-9191280727760326807</id><published>2012-05-19T14:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T14:02:23.555-03:00</updated><title type="text">Meu problema de memória.</title><content type="html">Consiste no fato de pensar demais a respeito das coisas que precisam ser lembradas. Por exemplo, se preciso falar com alguém, minha cabeça me adverte sobre esse evento tantas e tantas vezes que automaticamente passo a acreditar que tais pensamentos, na verdade, são lembranças de algo que eu já fiz e não de algo que ainda precisa ser feito. E assim segue a informação para o buraco-negro do esquecimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-9191280727760326807?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/JGAXGqMgKLk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=9191280727760326807&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/9191280727760326807" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/9191280727760326807" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/JGAXGqMgKLk/meu-problema-de-memoria.html" title="Meu problema de memória." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/05/meu-problema-de-memoria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-3678933950832261359</id><published>2012-04-27T10:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T10:52:00.086-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><title type="text">A Canoa Virou é mórbida.</title><content type="html">Estava escutando pela enésima vez ao DVD da Galinha Pintadinha com a minha filha quando percebi a letra da canção A Canoa Virou. Ela diz o seguinte: "A canoa virou por deixá-la virar, foi por causa da 'Fulana' que não soube remar. Se eu fosse um peixinho e soubesse nadar, tirava a 'Fulana' do fundo do mar."  Ou seja, como eu não sou um peixinho, a tal Fulana vai morrer afogada e vai ficar lá no fundo do mar mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-3678933950832261359?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/hhAur6Ca8Eo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=3678933950832261359&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/3678933950832261359" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/3678933950832261359" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/hhAur6Ca8Eo/morbidez-infantil.html" title="A Canoa Virou é mórbida." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/04/morbidez-infantil.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-4487502124027962205</id><published>2012-04-24T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T13:43:37.449-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Família" /><title type="text">No mundo real.</title><content type="html">Procurando no banco de imagens "pessoas dormindo satisfatoriamente" e encontro uma série de adultos felizes carregando bebês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não faz sentido algum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-4487502124027962205?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/gwnGgBg7RbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=4487502124027962205&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/4487502124027962205" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/4487502124027962205" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/gwnGgBg7RbE/no-mundo-real.html" title="No mundo real." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/04/no-mundo-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-1711769666492800846</id><published>2012-04-20T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-20T10:00:31.517-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title type="text">Confissão das dez.</title><content type="html">O filme que mais me fez chorar na vida se chama&lt;i&gt; Cool Runnings&lt;/i&gt;, ou melhor, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106611/"&gt;Jamaica Abaixo de Zero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-1711769666492800846?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/CYgJj3TfPCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=1711769666492800846&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1711769666492800846" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1711769666492800846" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/CYgJj3TfPCk/confissao-das-dez.html" title="Confissão das dez." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/04/confissao-das-dez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-5326089144517856433</id><published>2012-04-16T09:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T09:33:40.777-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><title type="text">A arte de fazer amigos.</title><content type="html">Sou vaidosa, converso sobre cosméticos, mas não entendo muita coisa. Às vezes, consigo até reconhecer que uma mulher fez algo diferente na cabeça, no rosto, no corpo etc., mas está longe do meu alcance dissertar a respeito. No dia em que estou inspirada, solto alguns elogios, mas se a conversa prosseguir demais, eventualmente, vou acabar ofendendo a pessoa com algum adjetivo mal empregado:&lt;br /&gt;- Adorei a nova cor do teu cabelo, é mais opaca, sem brilho, mais discreta do que a outra, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-5326089144517856433?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/ijNAtVW9OxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=5326089144517856433&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5326089144517856433" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5326089144517856433" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/ijNAtVW9OxI/arte-de-fazer-amigos.html" title="A arte de fazer amigos." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/04/arte-de-fazer-amigos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-6472309430724537685</id><published>2012-03-28T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-28T10:45:55.557-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><title type="text">Moto-contínuo.</title><content type="html">Então, resolvi criar a playlist das músicas que quando começam a tocar coloco no repeat por pelo menos umas dez vezes. Por enquanto, estão lá Rearviewmirror do Pearl Jam e Ready to Start do Arcade Fire. A lista avançará assim que eu conseguir parar de escutar essas duas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-6472309430724537685?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/wq5mAXCGnGw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=6472309430724537685&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/6472309430724537685" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/6472309430724537685" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/wq5mAXCGnGw/moto-continuo.html" title="Moto-contínuo." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/03/moto-continuo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-8209519629233486218</id><published>2012-03-06T11:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T23:55:44.932-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><title type="text">E antes do procedimento médico.</title><content type="html">Parente comenta: Tu não precisa de medicina. Tudo o que tu precisa é passar Cataflam no local com problema e rezar muito a Deus enquanto isso. Três vezes ao dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-8209519629233486218?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/cAua9wUIyi8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=8209519629233486218&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8209519629233486218" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8209519629233486218" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/cAua9wUIyi8/e-antes-do-procedimento-medico.html" title="E antes do procedimento médico." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/03/e-antes-do-procedimento-medico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-9196203975232087891</id><published>2012-03-06T11:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T11:24:49.453-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diálogos" /><title type="text">Durante procedimento médico invasivo.</title><content type="html">Médico: Do que você tem mais medo? Do procedimento em si ou do resultado dele?&lt;br /&gt;Segundos de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Paciente: De tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciente: Na verdade eu queria dizer, "tenho medo de que tu faça teu trabalho errado..."&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhante: Que bom que tu não comentou isso. O "cuspir no prato" equivalente para médicos é ainda mais desagradável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-9196203975232087891?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/ecjw46PYdK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=9196203975232087891&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/9196203975232087891" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/9196203975232087891" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/ecjw46PYdK4/durante-procedimento-medico-invasivo.html" title="Durante procedimento médico invasivo." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/03/durante-procedimento-medico-invasivo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-1041572669680641500</id><published>2012-02-25T14:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T23:54:11.082-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diálogos" /><title type="text">Tardes de sábado.</title><content type="html">- Me sinto mal da barriga, tomaria um chá.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu faço pra ti. De que tu quer?&lt;br /&gt;- Erva-doce. Coloca açucar...&lt;br /&gt;- Com açucar tu não vai melhorar dessa indisposição ai.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não é pra melhorar, é pra me fazer feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-1041572669680641500?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/cApUdwfSvRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=1041572669680641500&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1041572669680641500" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1041572669680641500" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/cApUdwfSvRY/tardes-de-sabado.html" title="Tardes de sábado." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/02/tardes-de-sabado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-6048561452815908148</id><published>2012-02-17T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:10:08.298-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filosofia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diálogos" /><title type="text">E a depiladora confessa.</title><content type="html">Depilo tudo. Pernas, axilas, virilha. Tudo. Menos sobrancelha. Sobrancelha eu não faço, tenho nojo. Nojo dessa parte do corpo das pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-6048561452815908148?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/bI-3kJylIlo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=6048561452815908148&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/6048561452815908148" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/6048561452815908148" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/bI-3kJylIlo/e-depiladora-confessa.html" title="E a depiladora confessa." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/02/e-depiladora-confessa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-2838155583286200541</id><published>2012-01-16T14:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:30:13.278-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diálogos" /><title type="text">No almoço.</title><content type="html">- Nesse restaurante homens pagam mais que mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, aqui não rola esse tipo de discriminação.&lt;br /&gt;- Do tipo, "vocês não podem pagar o mesmo que os homens?"&lt;br /&gt;- É, e "mulheres não conseguem comer tanto assim" ou "os caras vão pagar a conta de vocês, vamos dar esse desconto."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-2838155583286200541?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/EeDC5kw_0N4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=2838155583286200541&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2838155583286200541" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2838155583286200541" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/EeDC5kw_0N4/no-almoco.html" title="No almoço." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/01/no-almoco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-8897499412028590343</id><published>2012-01-15T17:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T15:08:18.840-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gravidez" /><title type="text">1st rule: you do not talk about fight club.</title><content type="html">A gravidez é um evento mágico para criar constrangimentos. Por exemplo, na hora de interagir com uma grávida, na maioria dos casos, a frase "oooun, você está com rostinho de grávida, cara de mãe" definitivamente não é um elogio. Se você não passou por uma gravidez, talvez não saiba porque a pessoa fica com a fisionomia tão estranha... Meus amigos, culpem os hormônios. Eles podem ser uns putinhos. A dica é: seja gentil e nunca mencione a aparência de uma mulher nessas condições. É saudável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-8897499412028590343?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/uFpfoasyFn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=8897499412028590343&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8897499412028590343" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8897499412028590343" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/uFpfoasyFn8/1st-rule-you-do-not-talk-about-fight.html" title="1st rule: you do not talk about fight club." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/01/1st-rule-you-do-not-talk-about-fight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-3919862650153708200</id><published>2012-01-10T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:36:35.766-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coca-Cola" /><title type="text">Das pequenas ilusões.</title><content type="html">De ir em restaurante desconhecido, me servir de comida duvidosa no buffet e acreditar que pedir uma Coca-Cola vai me proteger/ me limpar de qualquer infecção intestinal que tente me atacar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-3919862650153708200?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/bA5yuW9o3nk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=3919862650153708200&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/3919862650153708200" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/3919862650153708200" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/bA5yuW9o3nk/das-pequenas-ilusoes.html" title="Das pequenas ilusões." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/01/das-pequenas-ilusoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-4471254524096346632</id><published>2012-01-07T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:26:26.375-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conceito" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relacionamentos" /><title type="text">Às vezes a vida amorosa...</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(Alerta: estudos comprovam que essa metáfora é boba e feia, mas que é muito legal de criar quando são percebidos vários níveis de semelhança e sentidos que nunca chegam ao fim. Experimente.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...é como esperar ônibus quando só se tem dinheiro pra isso. Pode parecer um evento infinito, então se pega o primeiro que dá as caras, ou porque está tarde e/ou perigoso demais pra seguir esperando ou por tédio ou porque, por um momento, você tem certeza de que leu o nome do ônibus que precisava ler. Há quem aproveite o engano ao máximo, há quem se desespere quando percebe o mesmo. Tem quem desça na primeira oportunidade e tem a sorte de pegar logo o ônibus certo (tem quem espere muito, tudo de novo - às vezes sem saber onde está e pra que lado deveria ir e acaba errando mais uma vez...). Tem os que decidem mudar de planos numa boa (como quem pega o ônibus rumo à casa de um amigo ao invés do que leva ao lugar que se queria ir desde o início e decide que, enfim, pode ser divertido dessa forma). Tem quem continue esperando na esperança que o tal apareça (mas o último do dia já pode ter passado ou o itinerário do mesmo pode ter sido alterado por alguma fatalidade). Tem quem adoraria não pegar o ônibus pelo qual está esperando, pois gostaria mesmo era de pegar outro, como no passado, mas a vida mudou de endereço. Tem quem, na verdade, nem ligue pra ônibus, pois tem o próprio carro (mas se preocupa com vagas para estacionar que não existem, flanelinhas que existem até demais, que alguém quebre a janela e roube tudo de dentro ou leve mesmo o carro inteiro etc.). Também tem os que não precisam de ônibus porque vão a pé, porque têm bicicleta, ou nunca saem de casa. Mas isso é temporário... Eventualmente é preciso ir um pouco mais longe (mesmo contra vontade) e lá está a parada do ônibus, ou do táxi, ou o aeroporto, ou o ponto de qualquer outro meio de transporte passível de demorar muito mais do que você está disposto a esperar. E você também estará bem disponível para cometer uma série de erros enquanto espera. Ou fará a coisa certa, mas o motorista é quem vai vacilar feio. Ou o trânsito ou clima ou o pedestre desavisado ou o controlador de vôo... Tudo bem, parei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-4471254524096346632?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/tkr-_hcbsrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=4471254524096346632&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/4471254524096346632" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/4471254524096346632" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/tkr-_hcbsrg/as-vezes-vida-amorosa.html" title="Às vezes a vida amorosa..." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/12/as-vezes-vida-amorosa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-8217799386421783796</id><published>2012-01-06T12:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:26:31.888-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escarninho" /><title type="text">Que crendice eu vou ter quando for velha?</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Daquele tipo que as pessoas comentam, "isso é muito coisa de vó." Por exemplo, as velhinhas da minha família me recomendavam uns chás para enfermidades diversas com efeitos duvidosos. Que tipo de coisa eu vou aconselhar? "Crie um blog, netinho"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-8217799386421783796?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/b-xjyGVxg2k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=8217799386421783796&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8217799386421783796" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8217799386421783796" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/b-xjyGVxg2k/que-crendice-eu-vou-ter-quando-for.html" title="Que crendice eu vou ter quando for velha?" /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2012/01/que-crendice-eu-vou-ter-quando-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-8028111619495992660</id><published>2011-12-14T08:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:29:33.628-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Radiohead" /><title type="text">No futuro, alguém vai criar.</title><content type="html">Um carnaval fora de época chamado CarnaPolícia cuja música tema vai ser um axé de Karma Police do Radiohead. Foi o meu sonho de hoje a noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-8028111619495992660?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/UoGXE8ZDpIA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=8028111619495992660&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8028111619495992660" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/8028111619495992660" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/UoGXE8ZDpIA/no-futuro-alguem-vai-criar.html" title="No futuro, alguém vai criar." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/12/no-futuro-alguem-vai-criar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-2446137603958067373</id><published>2011-12-02T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:24:19.125-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relacionamentos" /><title type="text">Juras de amor.</title><content type="html">- Preciso confessar algo que demorei anos pra admitir: odeio vinho.&lt;br /&gt;- Minha nossa, eu te amo tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-2446137603958067373?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/9RbPwNrMONU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=2446137603958067373&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2446137603958067373" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/2446137603958067373" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/9RbPwNrMONU/juras-de-amor.html" title="Juras de amor." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/12/juras-de-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-1359143132453681238</id><published>2011-09-28T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:32:18.149-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Preguiça" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gula" /><title type="text">Minha dieta é baseada na preguiça.</title><content type="html">Eu engordo e já fico com preguiça de me levantar e ir até a geladeira, de me servir uma segunda vez, de pegar a sobremesa no buffet e até mesmo ligar pra qualquer delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-1359143132453681238?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/7FV3YCJDY9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=1359143132453681238&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1359143132453681238" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1359143132453681238" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/7FV3YCJDY9I/minha-dieta-e-baseada-na-preguica.html" title="Minha dieta é baseada na preguiça." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/09/minha-dieta-e-baseada-na-preguica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-5934130429279628176</id><published>2011-08-31T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:17:03.624-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diálogos" /><title type="text">No almoço.</title><content type="html">- Tinha um negócio ali no buffet, parecia salsicha em conserva, mas não tenho certeza...&lt;br /&gt;- Não é salsicha de soja?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei dizer...&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem nem de longe gosto de salsicha?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não tem.&lt;br /&gt;- Hm, então deve ser de soja mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-5934130429279628176?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/6m-fdJaSHM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=5934130429279628176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5934130429279628176" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5934130429279628176" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/6m-fdJaSHM8/no-almoco.html" title="No almoço." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/08/no-almoco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-1692573524471069616</id><published>2011-08-23T15:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:30:15.619-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ateísmo" /><title type="text">E no princípio.</title><content type="html">Tem os ateus que praticam umas "religiões" pra tirar sarro da cara dos que possuem religião como &lt;i&gt;serious business&lt;/i&gt;. É curioso... fico imaginando ali no passado, umas pessoas escondidas numa caverna tramando contra os politeístas.&lt;br /&gt;- Que asneira, acreditar nisso tudo de deuses.&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos bolar uma religião em que nós acreditamos em apenas um deus?&lt;br /&gt;- Genial! Que contraventor! Que hilário!&lt;br /&gt;- E vamos acreditar nesse único deus ironicamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-1692573524471069616?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/hl9fKxnd07k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=1692573524471069616&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1692573524471069616" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/1692573524471069616" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/hl9fKxnd07k/e-no-principio.html" title="E no princípio." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn2fjPqLe8M/Tz1C_0LLlcI/AAAAAAAACQk/OGcb8RzKeTM/s220/7621068-big36.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empurracomagua.org/2011/08/e-no-principio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322396550697819962.post-5908677318047382199</id><published>2011-08-22T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:06:36.897-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hipster" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idioma" /><title type="text">Atualizando.</title><content type="html">"Haters gonna hate" é a versão hipster do já famoso "sua inveja faz a minha fama".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322396550697819962-5908677318047382199?l=www.empurracomagua.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/empurracomagua/~4/tOZcpEJLZ4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322396550697819962&amp;postID=5908677318047382199&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5908677318047382199" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322396550697819962/posts/default/5908677318047382199" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/empurracomagua/~3/tOZcpEJLZ4w/atualizando.html" title="Atualizando." /><author><name>Karla Nazareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06324252649689748169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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