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Afinal, você assina TV a cabo e ainda não morreu por isto.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Leleski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989413954930773907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSFJnIkvjaY/SY9BqgOlywI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fQI6uPIL28M/S220/imagem.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/escoriadomundo" /><feedburner:info uri="escoriadomundo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/rss?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo4.gif">Subscribe with My Yahoo!</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.newsgator.com/ngs/subscriber/subext.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://www.newsgator.com/images/ngsub1.gif">Subscribe with NewsGator</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://feeds.my.aol.com/add.jsp?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/favorites.my.aol.com/webmaster/ffclient/webroot/locale/en-US/images/myAOLButtonSmall.gif">Subscribe with My AOL</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://feeds.feedburner.com/escoriadomundo" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern11.gif">Subscribe with Bloglines</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.netvibes.com/subscribe.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://www.netvibes.com/img/add2netvibes.gif">Subscribe with Netvibes</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif">Subscribe with Google</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.pageflakes.com/subscribe.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fescoriadomundo" src="http://www.pageflakes.com/ImageFile.ashx?instanceId=Static_4&amp;fileName=ATP_blu_91x17.gif">Subscribe with Pageflakes</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:browserFriendly>Não leia. Isto é difícil demais para você.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HRX45cSp7ImA9WxBUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-16460003345383230</id><published>2010-02-25T23:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:37:14.029-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-25T23:37:14.029-03:00</app:edited><title>Um pouco tarde demais - Capítulo Um</title><summary>Há algumas semanas, eu vi uma reportagem sobre suicídio. Em um dos casos, a namorada acabou se matando por não conseguir lidar com o término do namoro. A minha história é um pouco diferente. Na verdade, é exatamente ao contrário. Meu nome é Letícia e tenho 20 anos. Morei na mesma cidade do interior por 18 anos com meus pais e meus irmãos. Sou a caçula, portanto, a mais protegida. Sai de casa para</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/16460003345383230/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=16460003345383230&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/16460003345383230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/16460003345383230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/2ktwIjl1VlA/um-pouco-tarde-demais-capitulo-um.html" title="Um pouco tarde demais - Capítulo Um" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-pouco-tarde-demais-capitulo-um.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MARX86eyp7ImA9WxBQFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-838996327020733664</id><published>2010-01-16T19:47:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:04:04.113-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-16T20:04:04.113-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hora" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mova" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mente" /><title>Hora certa</title><summary>Quando as coisas caminham um tanto mais rápido do que você consegue acompanhar... Quando as informações são demais pra você assimilar...  Quando sua mente se prepara para explodir.     É quando você começa a se mover.     É apenas nessa hora que você decide atacar...  Só então você deixa de tentar ser a vítima.     Você precisa de pressão, não é mesmo, bastardo?  É de ação que você precisa, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/838996327020733664/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=838996327020733664&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/838996327020733664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/838996327020733664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/Z-b7wFK7qbc/hora-certa.html" title="Hora certa" /><author><name>K-Sama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14047916463096592145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTQiJK5O1b0/S_qdM2yBTJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C1jrhzs4pmc/S220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/hora-certa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYER3o9eCp7ImA9WxNTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-3410272713058642662</id><published>2009-08-13T20:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:28:26.460-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T20:28:26.460-03:00</app:edited><title>Da janela do quarto... (Continuação)</title><summary>Desde aquela silenciosa noite, minha vida não foi a mesma. Aquela prova que eu fiz no dia seguinte àquela noite foi catastrófica devido a minha falta de concentração. Minha mãe reclamava que eu não saia do quarto pra nada e que estava me afastando cada vez mais da família. Meu pai já tinha tentado inúmeras vezes conversar comigo a sós, afinal, eu sempre contei tudo pra ele e nunca escondera nada.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3410272713058642662/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=3410272713058642662&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/3410272713058642662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/3410272713058642662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/vxkx3xVpvqA/da-janela-do-quarto-continuacao.html" title="Da janela do quarto... (Continuação)" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/da-janela-do-quarto-continuacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ESXc4eSp7ImA9WxJaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5533536628110639023</id><published>2009-08-08T00:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:25:08.931-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T00:25:08.931-03:00</app:edited><title>Maioridade</title><summary>Estava ela lá, na frente de seu bolo de 6kg só de chocolate. Todos seus amigos e familiares reunidos em volta da mesa com câmeras. Flashes e mais flashes. A tão cantada canção de parabéns tinha começado e ela não conseguia conter o sorriso de orelha a orelha. Batia palma junto com os convidados e gargalhava com tanta naturalidade que todos riam junto com ela. Tinham calculado a hora do parabéns </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5533536628110639023/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5533536628110639023&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5533536628110639023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5533536628110639023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/t_KwaZzn_0w/maioridade.html" title="Maioridade" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/maioridade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQHg8eyp7ImA9WxJWGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-923612613539039938</id><published>2009-06-23T21:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:58:41.673-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T21:58:41.673-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ultimo dia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="delirio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parte1" /><title>Delírio (Parte 1 - O último dia)</title><summary>Hoje é o meu último dia de vida;Agora é o momento de lembrar de tudo o que vivi;Esta é última chance que tenho de me arrepender;Meu último momento para me orgulhar;Pois não haverá um amanhã.Devia me sentir privilegiado, não são todos que têm essa oportunidade,Nem todos sabem quando sua hora está chegando,Nem todos podem aproveitar realmente seu último dia...Mas eu posso...A chuva parecia ter </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/923612613539039938/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=923612613539039938&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/923612613539039938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/923612613539039938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/yIP8EQRjKnU/delirio-parte-1-o-ultimo-dia.html" title="Delírio (Parte 1 - O último dia)" /><author><name>K-Sama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14047916463096592145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTQiJK5O1b0/S_qdM2yBTJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C1jrhzs4pmc/S220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTQiJK5O1b0/SkF3iAqKDgI/AAAAAAAAABY/-T_IWXCdKIQ/s72-c/sem-nome.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/delirio-parte-1-o-ultimo-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUARXw_cCp7ImA9WxJWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5647629537065158623</id><published>2009-06-19T03:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:34:04.248-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T03:34:04.248-03:00</app:edited><title>Insônia</title><summary>É incrível você ter um dia desgastante, chegar em casa, querer APENAS a sua cama, um pouco de paz, uma noite bem dormida e ter todos os seus pedidos realizados. O comum mesmo é acontecer tudo isso e você ainda ficar horas e horas rolando na cama sem um pingo de sono.E o pior de tudo, é que isso acontece SEMPRE quando tem alguma data especial se aproximando, alguma festa ou até mesmo algum evento </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5647629537065158623/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5647629537065158623&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5647629537065158623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5647629537065158623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/qM2yApszK0Y/insonia.html" title="Insônia" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/insonia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQXkzcSp7ImA9WxJXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-7329359412665083432</id><published>2009-06-12T22:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:35:50.789-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-12T22:35:50.789-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namorados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psiu" /><title>Psiu!</title><summary>... É estranho notar como há pessoas que conseguem mudar a sua vida com simples gestos e palavras...Muitas vezes me pego perguntado, por que escolher a mim, dentre tantas...Porque decidir ME fazer feliz?Nunca me considerei merecedora de tanto.Eu que nunca amei,Eu que nunca soube amar,Eu que nunca acreditei em amor,Deparei-me com você...Apareceu do nada e me mostrou o que existia além de minha </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7329359412665083432/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=7329359412665083432&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/7329359412665083432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/7329359412665083432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/Wr1diSuvYwc/psiu.html" title="Psiu!" /><author><name>K-Sama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14047916463096592145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTQiJK5O1b0/S_qdM2yBTJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C1jrhzs4pmc/S220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/psiu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDSH8zeSp7ImA9WxJSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-1661407695054868819</id><published>2009-05-08T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:29:39.181-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-08T23:29:39.181-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bêbada" /><title>Not Another Nightlife...</title><summary>Joana acordou com a luz que batia em seu rosto e com uma expressão de dor, abriu os olhos lentamente. Sentia que sua cabeça pesava uma tonelada e sua vista ardia devido a claridade. Notou que estava em um quarto grande, branco, com uma janela que dava pro mar. Virou-se para olhar o resto do quarto: viu os armários, cômodas e o resto dos móveis todos brancos, uma porta fechada do lado esquerdo da </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1661407695054868819/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=1661407695054868819&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1661407695054868819?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1661407695054868819?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/-v8ivahcsuo/not-another-nightlife_08.html" title="Not Another Nightlife..." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-another-nightlife_08.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHQ345cCp7ImA9WxJSFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-2454706323331620160</id><published>2009-05-04T21:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:15:32.028-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T21:15:32.028-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sangue" /><title>Sangue</title><summary>A porta. A única barreira entre eu e o alívio... Nunca havia sido tão difícil de abri-la – Talvez fossem por minhas mãos que tremiam freneticamente.Atravessei a porta, adentrando a sala de casa, indo direto para as escadas, sem olhar para os lados. – Não teria coragem de encarar ninguém. – quando ouço uma voz chamando meu nome. Demoro a perceber que se trata da voz de minha mãe:- Onde esteve até </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2454706323331620160/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=2454706323331620160&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2454706323331620160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2454706323331620160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/801OJY9IwAk/sangue.html" title="Sangue" /><author><name>K-Sama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14047916463096592145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTQiJK5O1b0/S_qdM2yBTJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C1jrhzs4pmc/S220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sangue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDSH88cSp7ImA9WxJSEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-8050793519676143405</id><published>2009-04-30T22:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:14:39.179-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T23:14:39.179-03:00</app:edited><title>Da janela do quarto...</title><summary>Da janela do meu quarto, é possível ouvir de tudo: portão abrindo, portão fechando, passos, abre porta da cozinha, fecha porta da cozinha, passa carro na rua, inclusive conversas do vizinho e de pessoas no quintal...Só que aquela noite foi diferente. Ouvi a porta abrir e passos. Logo pensei: "Ótimo. Eu tenho prova logo as 8h30 da manhã e alguém vem conversar aqui no quintal...!" Como suspeitei, a</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8050793519676143405/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=8050793519676143405&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8050793519676143405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8050793519676143405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/xeoD6PEOBBQ/da-janela-do-quarto_30.html" title="Da janela do quarto..." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-janela-do-quarto_30.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CQ30zfSp7ImA9WxJTFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5074577559471977575</id><published>2009-04-23T20:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:56:02.385-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T20:56:02.385-03:00</app:edited><title>Muito grata, viu?</title><summary>Pois é, pessoas!Depois de... sei lá. 3 meses? É, talvez mais.Enfim, depois de talvez mais de 3 meses, ó nós aqui 'tra vez :DFalei tanto de vestibular e nem vim aqui contar que eu consegui entrar, né? hahahahaSIM! Bixete de Oceanografia 2009 :)"ai, mas o que que deu na Júlia pra ela vir postar aqui só talvez mais de 3 meses depois?" pensa você, leitor...É que eu tava estudando a origem do universo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5074577559471977575/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5074577559471977575&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5074577559471977575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5074577559471977575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/eqM24d4t0w0/muito-grata-viu.html" title="Muito grata, viu?" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/04/muito-grata-viu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSXY-eCp7ImA9WxVTGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-8779107757291515257</id><published>2009-01-03T14:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:07:38.850-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T14:07:38.850-02:00</app:edited><title>2009</title><summary>Mais um ano se passou, hein?2008 foi embora num piscar de olhos... Me arrepio só de pensar quão rápido foi.mas o botão de "restart" foi acionado e 2009 já começou.vocês tem noção que esse blog já tem um ano?e está tão... jogado, não? Queria poder ter mais criatividade e capacidade pra postar mais. Mas acho que... isso não é bem minha praia. mas mudando de assunto...quem quer que leia isso saiba </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8779107757291515257/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=8779107757291515257&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8779107757291515257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8779107757291515257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/uckWW4ZjXXw/2009.html" title="2009" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCQn86fip7ImA9WxRaEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-8961055097948719445</id><published>2008-12-14T15:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:57:43.116-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T15:57:43.116-02:00</app:edited><title>promessas pra 2009</title><summary>Se eu entrar na faculdade:- entrar na acadêmia- voltar a nadar- ir em muuuuuitas festas- pegar uma cor (o bronzeado palmito nem tá mais tããão na moda...)Se eu não entrar na faculdade:- entrar na academia- voltar a nadar- estudar muuuuuuuuito mais- pegar uma cor (o bronzeado palmito nem tá mais tããão na moda...)*AINDA A SER COMPLETADO*</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8961055097948719445/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=8961055097948719445&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8961055097948719445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/8961055097948719445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/GDYEpW4za-g/promessas-pra-2009.html" title="promessas pra 2009" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/12/promessas-pra-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YARXc6fip7ImA9WxRXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-1595556778338680661</id><published>2008-10-25T01:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:25:44.916-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-25T01:25:44.916-02:00</app:edited><title>Bandeirantes (2006 - 2008)</title><summary>O que falar? Como começar? São tantas coisas, tantas histórias, tantas lembranças...Começar do começo, quem sabe? É sempre bom, né?O primeiro ano de band foi... único. Conheci as melhores pessoas da minha vida e que nunca vou esquecer. As pessoas que transformaram notas vermelhas em sorrisos e alegrias, épocas de TPM em épocas de calma e paciência, almoços de 30 minutos em "</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1595556778338680661/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=1595556778338680661&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1595556778338680661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1595556778338680661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/4oIsbGeX4I8/bandeirantes-2006-2008.html" title="Bandeirantes (2006 - 2008)" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/SQKRqvmT7OI/AAAAAAAAADc/4xexomEZMGw/s72-c/Ano+novo+(001).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bandeirantes-2006-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BQ3w7eip7ImA9WxRSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-2812492615508605961</id><published>2008-09-18T12:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:47:32.202-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T12:47:32.202-03:00</app:edited><title>Talvez...</title><summary>Talvez seja verdade...... que alma gêmea existe;... que as pessoas serão amigas para sempre;... que um gesto diz mais do que mil palavras;... que um dia a gente aprende;... que tudo vai passar;... que quando menos esperarmos, tudo vai melhorar;... que tudo tem um significado;Talvez?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2812492615508605961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=2812492615508605961&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2812492615508605961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2812492615508605961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/5pP-6SVItb8/talvez.html" title="Talvez..." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/09/talvez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMSX85eSp7ImA9WxRSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-1802706435844889822</id><published>2008-09-11T21:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:04:48.121-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T22:04:48.121-03:00</app:edited><title>Pura invenção.</title><summary>A festa estava rolando já havia algum tempo e depois do “rolê” no supermercado para comprar bebidas, lá estavam eles. Ela, sempre quieta e observadora. Ele, mais amigo dos rapazes, brincando e dando bastante risada.Os dois já tinham “namorado” (ou ficado, como preferirem) e, apesar de terem terminado recentemente, os dois pareciam bem. Ele disse que estava com outra e ela só disse que tinha </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1802706435844889822/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=1802706435844889822&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1802706435844889822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/1802706435844889822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/POTupAMAg0Y/pura-inveno.html" title="Pura invenção." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/09/pura-inveno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECQ3c9eSp7ImA9WxRTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-4734583038338830743</id><published>2008-09-07T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:34:22.961-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-07T12:34:22.961-03:00</app:edited><title>POR QUÊ?</title><summary>alguém me explica pq eu ainda posto aqui?!NINGUÉM LÊ!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4734583038338830743/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=4734583038338830743&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/4734583038338830743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/4734583038338830743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/94ZxFcUdwf4/por-qu.html" title="POR QUÊ?" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-qu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4EQn85eCp7ImA9WxdaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5799098215604647789</id><published>2008-08-22T18:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:35:03.120-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T18:35:03.120-03:00</app:edited><title>Novas metas</title><summary>01. O que se faz quando você não conseguiu alcançar nem metade das metas que você tinha planejado no começo do ano?R: FAZER OUTRA LISTA MAIS APROPRIADA. Resoluções de ano novo da Júlia (lista 2)1. Começar a tirar 8.0 no Colégio Bandeirantes2. Passar no vestibular (no curso que EU quero)3. Arranjar um namorado :)4. Ter o meu primeiro encontro-duplo (sabe... eu e uma amiga e nossos respectivos </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5799098215604647789/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5799098215604647789&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5799098215604647789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5799098215604647789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/I6SBmmQocvw/novas-metas.html" title="Novas metas" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/08/novas-metas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHRn89fSp7ImA9WxdbFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5106321365174447781</id><published>2008-08-10T21:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:32:17.165-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-10T21:32:17.165-03:00</app:edited><title>Surto?</title><summary>Depois de uma semana confinada dentro de casa, finalmente, um pouco de liberdade.Sair de casa, ver as pessoas andando de carro, a pé, bicicleta...É, o mundo não parou enquanto eu fiquei dentro de casa com dor de garganta, febre e sono insaciável.É engraçado isso, não? Perceber que apesar de você ter jogado dias e dias fora, o mundo não parou... continuou sem você. Pessoas continuaram trabalhando,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5106321365174447781/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5106321365174447781&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5106321365174447781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5106321365174447781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/XYeoB_05TH0/depois-de-uma-semana-confinada-dentro.html" title="Surto?" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/08/depois-de-uma-semana-confinada-dentro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNQ3wzfSp7ImA9WxdUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-4788510531454451347</id><published>2008-07-24T00:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:33:12.285-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-28T12:33:12.285-03:00</app:edited><title>pequena observação...</title><summary>... "Mas veja (que a desgraça não acaba aí) pelo lado bom. Ao completar o curso, você terá um privilégio que somente estudantes de Direito tem: Prestar a OAB. Exatamente, enquanto TODOS os outros cursos formam profissionais, você continua sendo se tornou um NADA, até que passe no exame da Ordem."Desciclopedia sobre Estudante de Direito Me desculpe... MAS É A MAIS PURA </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4788510531454451347/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=4788510531454451347&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/4788510531454451347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/4788510531454451347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/FM4sYT_68E0/pequena-observao.html" title="pequena observação..." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/07/pequena-observao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBQX0yfCp7ImA9WxdVFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-7955426549333690703</id><published>2008-07-18T16:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:14:10.394-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T16:14:10.394-03:00</app:edited><title>(Um projeto de) Crônica.</title><summary>Eles cresceram juntos, brincavam juntos, dormiam um na casa do outro. Seus pais nunca se importaram muito, afinal, esses se conheciam muito bem e seus filhos nunca fariam algo errado.A menina era agradável, simpática, falava baixo. "Educadinha", como diziam os pais dele. Ele era quieto, introvertido e um pouco desengonçado. "Uma gracinha", como diziam os pais dela. Ela estava começando a gostar </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7955426549333690703/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=7955426549333690703&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/7955426549333690703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/7955426549333690703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/MJN92vP9sqA/eles-cresceram-juntos-brincavam-juntos.html" title="(Um projeto de) Crônica." /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/07/eles-cresceram-juntos-brincavam-juntos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DSHg8cSp7ImA9WxdWGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-2070832390128853194</id><published>2008-07-13T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:36:19.679-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-13T18:36:19.679-03:00</app:edited><title>1° mês</title><summary>GENTE!Feliz 1° mês de "falta de postagens"!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2070832390128853194/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=2070832390128853194&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2070832390128853194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2070832390128853194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/J5WgoYY3ldc/1-ms.html" title="1° mês" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-ms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQASHw5fSp7ImA9WxRbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5409233050507246418</id><published>2008-06-13T14:18:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:29.225-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T06:12:29.225-02:00</app:edited><title>12 de Junho</title><summary>Esse dia que é um sofrimento para os corações solitários e uma alegria e motivo para ficar totalmente maluco para os corações apaixonados. SIM! Dia dos namorados.Um dia não muito diferente dos demais. Mas, não é difícil ver que todas as pessoas estão com uma "aura" diferente. Umas mais alegres, outras mais quietas. E o que é mais incrível é ver os meninos reunidos em grupos de 3+ e todos eles </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5409233050507246418/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=5409233050507246418&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5409233050507246418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/5409233050507246418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/298025QTtSA/12-de-junho.html" title="12 de Junho" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/SFPbK4aMr2I/AAAAAAAAACA/U0Dbgl2d3W0/s72-c/feliz_dia_dos_namorados%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-de-junho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ARH85eyp7ImA9WxdRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-2125524517458490144</id><published>2008-06-07T12:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:17:25.123-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-07T12:17:25.123-03:00</app:edited><title>Onde está Wally?</title><summary>SIM! Wally... Onde está?Se ainda não entenderam, estou falado da Lena. Alguém já notou que esse blog praticamente virou meu (muahahahaha)? O último post dela falava sobre o livro que estava escrevendo e desde então, sabemos de mais nada.Mas não achem que ela não entra na internet desde então. Eu, Júlia, conversei com ela esses dias... É! Tenho algumas novidades hohohoho :)A Lena fez uma peça! Uma</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2125524517458490144/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6911991559873675768&amp;postID=2125524517458490144&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2125524517458490144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6911991559873675768/posts/default/2125524517458490144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/escoriadomundo/~3/KbqYPBn9OQs/onde-est-wally.html" title="Onde está Wally?" /><author><name>Júlia Taddeo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mflmvIaGYu0/R_E9Z4UHruI/AAAAAAAAABw/8g7N0FuYn6o/S220/Celular+037.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://escoriadomundo.blogspot.com/2008/06/onde-est-wally.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQX89fCp7ImA9WxdREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911991559873675768.post-5436564141102989113</id><published>2008-05-31T19:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:39:00.164-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-31T19:39:00.164-03:00</app:edited><title>O que se passa na mente de uma "vestibulanda"...</title><summary>Prova em mãos."Ótimo, respire fundo. Vamos lá."Abre-a com todo o cuidado e logo vem aquele cheirinho de folha nova, que acabou de ser impressa."Qual é a primeira matéria? Espero que seja químic... bosta. Interdisciplinares. Fazer o quê?Questão número 1... não vai ser dificil... tem gráfico, ó!Ótimo, nem preciso ler... essa é a C. Bora lá... Questão 2. Pãtz... Mapa. Deve ser de geografia. 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