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/><feedburner:emailServiceId>findingmyneverland</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCQX4ycSp7ImA9WhRUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464049643571046266.post-4132830863912162055</id><published>2012-01-23T00:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:06:00.099-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T00:06:00.099-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aviso" /><title>É o fim do Finding my neverland?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vivimaurey.blogspot.com/feeds/4132830863912162055/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464049643571046266&amp;postID=4132830863912162055&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464049643571046266/posts/default/4132830863912162055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464049643571046266/posts/default/4132830863912162055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/findingmyneverland/~3/1IsUzqE6D2g/e-o-fim-do-finding-my-neverland.html" title="É o fim do Finding my neverland?" /><author><name>Vivi Maurey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12904134387843444531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20ushEtDAiE/S8SOy3wT5oI/AAAAAAAABp0/V9Ih6d0wqgo/S220/vermelho_devolta.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ainda não sei o que fazer com o blog... mas não tenho postado aqui e to querendo organizar as infos todas em um só lugar para facilitar a mim e a todos. :P 

Como vcs já sabem tenho o Diário de uma escritora chamada Vivi e pretendo continuar por lá... 

Enquanto não decido deixo aqui o blog aberto, no entanto, não sei em quanto tempo virá essa decisão. 

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Sim, eu tb fico com água na boca quando olho pra isso! Mas não é para qualquer pastel que a minha reverência é válida. Meus olhos só brilhavam - atenção ao tempo verbal - para o pastel da Casa do Pastel, do Shopping da Gávea. 

Quando eu era pequena, minha mãe me levava sempre lá, era a alegria do dia, mais até do que jogar fliperama lá no shopping. Mentira! Na época eu nem dava tanto valor à &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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E o resultado foi... 

Vídeo 1

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Todo mundo tem uma história. E toda história tem um começo. É aqui onde o meu começa. Afinal, um dia, decidi largar tudo para ser escritora e aqui estou eu, vivendo a minha história um pouquinho de cada vez…

Criei um blog com o propósito de compartilhar a minha nova caminhada. De escritora. E, com ele, aprender comigo mesma, trocar ideias com pessoas que estejam na mesma situação que eu – que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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AMO VCS, CARA! 

E ó, nem to bêbada, juro! Prometo!! =P 

Adorei tanto rever o pessoal que fiquei até emocionada agora. Risos. 

E como fizemos um brinde à Bê, não pude deixar de registrar esse momento e compartilhar com todos, pois a Bernarda sempre foi uma amiga muito especial que teve que nos deixar pela Austrália (né pouca &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Amanhã vou fazer exame de sangue e preciso reunir todas as forças que tenho para não ter medo na hora, nem ficar nervosa. Senão minha veia some e o enfermeiro terá que cutucar com a agulha dentro do meu braço até achar a teimosinha. Ou seja, só você entende o quanto isso significa pra mim e os traumas que já tive com agulhas na minha vida. 

Então, não me deixe na mão nesse &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/findingmyneverland/~4/rk3rndjzJ2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vivimaurey.blogspot.com/2011/01/falando-sozinha-parte-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQXc5eip7ImA9Wx9VFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464049643571046266.post-4280600495514158674</id><published>2011-01-30T23:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:20:50.922-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T23:20:50.922-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trabalho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Profissão" /><title>Trabalhando com redes sociais...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vivimaurey.blogspot.com/feeds/4280600495514158674/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464049643571046266&amp;postID=4280600495514158674&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464049643571046266/posts/default/4280600495514158674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464049643571046266/posts/default/4280600495514158674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/findingmyneverland/~3/YyDjBWwm-KY/trabalhando-com-redes-sociais.html" title="Trabalhando com redes sociais..." /><author><name>Vivi Maurey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12904134387843444531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20ushEtDAiE/S8SOy3wT5oI/AAAAAAAABp0/V9Ih6d0wqgo/S220/vermelho_devolta.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">São 375.987 links diferentes por dia que a gente clica na internet - às vzs por assunto pesquisado. Desses, 100 mil são teoricamente válidos, seja para a pesquisa específica ou relacionados à profissão no geral.

ATENÇÃO: Se você não tá a fim de ler até o fim, vá para a última frase pra entender o motivo do post e tenha um ótimo dia! 

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Tenho por essa noção uma certeza de que tudo que aprendi é uma verdadeira baboseira! :P
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E a vida segue... 

Au revoir!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Paulinho sem linho é pau.
Tirando o pau do Paulinho
Paulinho ficar sem pau."

Na época de uma colônia de férias que eu fiz na AABB, clube na Lagoa que eu era sócia, lembro de um amigo que eu tinha que se chamava Paulo e minha mãe ficava zoando ele com essa musiquinha - cujos boatos contam que a palavra usada corretamente, no lugar de Paulinho, era Paulista.

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Um discurso de Mestre Kobi não é apenas um discurso. Quem tem aula com ele ou teve, sabe que levantar a voz não é problema. Não é nenhum esforço. Se bobear ele já nasceu gritando. Vc acostuma, mas nunca deixa de perceber que é assim que ele fala. Só que quando ele discursa... quando ele fala de seus instrutores recém aprovados ou monitores, sua voz muda. O tom é mais grave, o volume diminui &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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O livro começa quando o personagem principal ainda é bebê e só termina quando ele atinge a 'maioridade'. O fantástico é que apesar de resumida a história, vc não sente falta de nenhum detalhe. Todas as informações que vc precisa, estão no livro em algum lugar, até nas entrelinhas. 

No início, vc acha que o &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Sentei-me distante numa pedra e olhei para as estrelas procurando consolo. Conseguia distinguir sua risada das outras e não conseguia prestar atenção em outra coisa. Chorei debaixo das estrelas, chorei como não chorava há tempos.

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Peço desculpas aos intelectuais de plantão, estudar realmente é muito bom - eu até adoraria -, mas a UniverCidade não é o que gostamos de ver numa instituição de verdade. Então, sei que estaria bem melhor sem ela, mas para quê fugir&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quase um episódio de Simpsons!

Percy Jackson é o cara! Ele nem sabe quem ele é direito, quem é o pai dele, que os deuses do Olimpo existem... e mesmo assim ele foi acusado de ter roubado o raio-mestre de Zeus e agora precisa provar sua inocência. 

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A história é fofa! Tem altos e baixos como qualquer romance entre dois jovens, e traz aquela famosa empolgação que vc sente quando torce para um casal ficar junto. Vc sabe que desde o início tem algo que impede que isso aconteça e mesmo assim vc torce com todas as &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Bá, che! 

É muita coisa pra contar! Tive a audácia de permitir o preenchimento de incontáveis páginas (cof cof) do meu diário com o relato de cada momento aproveitado na Serra Gaúcha! Afinal, cada segundo foi maravilhoso! 

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2h de viagem (de Gramado a Porto Alegre) foi o suficiente para eu terminar de ler Fallen! =) Muuito fofo! Amei o livro! Veja a resenha aqui! Engraçado que foi exatamente o tempo do motorista chegar no aeroporto de Porto Alegre. =) Mas em vez de descermos no aeroporto, o maluco foi gentil o suficiente de nos deixar direto no Real Palace Hotel, para que&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Hoje não tínhamos nada programado, então o dia era completamente nosso. O sol abriu - para nossa alegria - e resolvemos passear pela cidade. Conhecer coisas a pé, tirar foto de tudo o que quiséssemos e ficar longe de horários marcados e relógio! Afinal, o dia era nosso!



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