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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keaton, Geek, What The Fuck, WTF, what the hell, wth, nerd, geek&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12082384-955053098086491311?l=keatonbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/feeds/955053098086491311/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12082384&amp;postID=955053098086491311" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/955053098086491311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/955053098086491311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/keatonrocks/~3/TiTZD6ECQAQ/eu-menti-geralmente-eu-fico-entediado.html" title="Eu menti, geralmente eu fico entediado..." /><author><name>Keaton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-7CcBVhdNtg/SH56-iDhdzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ERB_L60Vxng/S220/Cópia+de+asd.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-menti-geralmente-eu-fico-entediado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDQ3s4fip7ImA9WxdaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12082384.post-6946328508962802985</id><published>2006-11-16T03:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:07:52.536-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-21T11:07:52.536-03:00</app:edited><title>Wii Video Converter!</title><content type="html">Assista qualquer filme ou arquivo de video no Wii! &lt;br/&gt;Você só precisa converter com o &lt;a href="http://www.redkawa.com/videoconverters/wiivideo9/"&gt;Wii Video 9&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota:&lt;/strong&gt; Existe um conversor para o PS3 também!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keaton, Geek, What The Fuck, WTF, what the hell, wth, nerd, geek&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12082384-6946328508962802985?l=keatonbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6946328508962802985/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12082384&amp;postID=6946328508962802985" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/6946328508962802985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/6946328508962802985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/keatonrocks/~3/Yw3xTK4-wBc/wii-video-converter.html" title="Wii Video Converter!" /><author><name>Keaton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-7CcBVhdNtg/SH56-iDhdzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ERB_L60Vxng/S220/Cópia+de+asd.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/2006/11/wii-video-converter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMSH04fSp7ImA9WBBTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12082384.post-113534939016270083</id><published>2005-12-23T12:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:13:09.335-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-15T17:13:09.335-03:00</app:edited><title>Diana Fox - Running On Empty

</title><content type="html">I look back on my life, what do I find?&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you run with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I feel the torture ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on my life, what do I find?&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;I feel I&amp;rsquo;m running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you run with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I feel the torture ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on &lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on Empty [Running on Empty Running on Empty Running on Empty]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keaton, Geek, What The Fuck, WTF, what the hell, wth, nerd, geek&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12082384-113534939016270083?l=keatonbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/feeds/113534939016270083/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12082384&amp;postID=113534939016270083" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113534939016270083?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113534939016270083?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/keatonrocks/~3/mPd7eCg3txs/diana-fox-running-on-empty.html" title="Diana Fox - Running On Empty&#xA;&#xA;" /><author><name>Keaton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-7CcBVhdNtg/SH56-iDhdzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ERB_L60Vxng/S220/Cópia+de+asd.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/2005/12/diana-fox-running-on-empty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMSHw8eyp7ImA9WBBTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12082384.post-113530453976163115</id><published>2005-12-23T00:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:13:09.273-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-15T17:13:09.273-03:00</app:edited><title>GOT MILK?</title><content type="html">/milk { &lt;br /&gt;  goto geladeira&lt;br /&gt;  :geladeira {&lt;br /&gt;    /walk.to kitchen &lt;br /&gt;    /turn right&lt;br /&gt;    /open freezer's.Door&lt;br /&gt; if ($milk) { &lt;br /&gt;      /get milk&lt;br /&gt;      /close freezer's.Door&lt;br /&gt;      goto back&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;    else {&lt;br /&gt;      /close freezer's.Door&lt;br /&gt;      goto market&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;    :market&lt;br /&gt;    /walk.to a.market&lt;br /&gt;    /buy Milk&lt;br /&gt;    goto back&lt;br /&gt;  }&lt;br /&gt;  :back &lt;br /&gt;  /back to.home&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ta.. depois eu n&amp;atilde;o estou passando muito tempo na frente do computador.. =P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keaton, Geek, What The Fuck, WTF, what the hell, wth, nerd, geek&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12082384-113530453976163115?l=keatonbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/feeds/113530453976163115/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12082384&amp;postID=113530453976163115" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113530453976163115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113530453976163115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/keatonrocks/~3/TOisNQeszT0/got-milk.html" title="GOT MILK?" /><author><name>Keaton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-7CcBVhdNtg/SH56-iDhdzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ERB_L60Vxng/S220/Cópia+de+asd.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-milk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMSHw6eCp7ImA9WBBTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12082384.post-113391663480152961</id><published>2005-12-06T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:13:09.210-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-15T17:13:09.210-03:00</app:edited><title>Manias de Curitibanos!</title><content type="html">Achei esse texto no meu HD e resolvi compartilhar-lo. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pra quem mora aqui ou conhece algu&amp;eacute;m daqui, sabe que a maioria do que&lt;br /&gt;  est&amp;aacute; escrito aqui &amp;eacute; verdade (e engra&amp;ccedil;ado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMIDA:&lt;br /&gt;- comer frango com polenta em Santa Felicidade no domingo&lt;br /&gt;- se n&amp;atilde;o vai almo&amp;ccedil;ar em Santa Felicidade no domingo, o chefe da casa veste&lt;br /&gt;  seu trainee e sai para comprar um frango assado, uma garrafa de coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;  e a Gazeta.&lt;br /&gt;- no dia das m&amp;atilde;es fazer romaria gastron&amp;ocirc;mica &amp;agrave; Santa Felicidade. A fila&lt;br /&gt;  chega a fazer inveja as romarias de Nossa Senhora da Aparecida.&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar chopp no "Pascoale", no Passeio P&amp;uacute;blico, nas manh&amp;atilde;s de s&amp;aacute;bado&lt;br /&gt;- tomar submarino no bar do Alem&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar quent&amp;atilde;o com gemada no inverno&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar uma cerveja nos bares do Parque Barigui no Domigo &amp;agrave; tarde&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar caf&amp;eacute; na Boca Maldita&lt;br /&gt;- Comer pinh&amp;atilde;o no inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUGARES:&lt;br /&gt;- Falar da vida alheia na Boca Maldita.&lt;br /&gt;- parar na XV para escutar o conjunto de musica latina ou ent&amp;atilde;o ficar mais&lt;br /&gt;  de duas horas para ver o homem que pula entre as facas e ele n&amp;atilde;o pular...&lt;br /&gt;- caminhar no parque Barigui&lt;br /&gt;- comprar o jornal de domingo para ler classificados passear de carro na&lt;br /&gt;  avenida Batel no domingo&lt;br /&gt;- visitar a feira de ra&amp;ccedil;as e filhotes no Barigui&lt;br /&gt;- Ir nas feiras e exposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es do parque barigui embora j&amp;aacute; tenha se&lt;br /&gt;  decepcionado com elas nos anos anteriores&lt;br /&gt;- ir &amp;agrave; feirinha de domingo no largo.&lt;br /&gt;- Andar sempre pelos cantos da rua XV para evitar os palha&amp;ccedil;os&lt;br /&gt;- Ir ao teatro no Festival de Teatro de Curitiba&lt;br /&gt;- Levar a fam&amp;iacute;lia inteira para assistir ao show de natal no pr&amp;eacute;dio do&lt;br /&gt;  Bamerindus todo santo ano&lt;br /&gt;- Ir tentar negociar carro no sabado, no estacionamento do Estadio&lt;br /&gt;  Pinheir&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;atilde;o passar no meio das pra&amp;ccedil;as com medo de ser assaltado&lt;br /&gt;- Ir ao Esta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o para assistir um show &amp;agrave;s 22:00hs. e chegar antes das seis&lt;br /&gt;  para n&amp;atilde;o pagar a entrada.&lt;br /&gt;- Cortar caminho pela 24hs,e ainda dizer que passeou quando chega em casa&lt;br /&gt;- passar r&amp;aacute;pido com medo de ser abordado pelos hippies da pc. Santos&lt;br /&gt;  Andrade&lt;br /&gt;- Todos os anos, no natal, ir passear a noite com a fam&amp;iacute;lia, para ver as&lt;br /&gt;  resid&amp;ecirc;ncias enfeitadas no Jardim Social, e prometer que ser&amp;aacute; a &amp;uacute;ltima&lt;br /&gt;  vez.&lt;br /&gt;- madrugar pra conseguir uma churrasqueira no parque barigui em Domingo&lt;br /&gt;  ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;- ficar na rua XV vendo as pessoas colocarem moeda para o "est&amp;aacute;tua viva" se&lt;br /&gt;  mexer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESQUISITICES:&lt;br /&gt;- as mulheres usarem topete&lt;br /&gt;- Querer entrar no ligeirinho ou bi-articulado no mesmo instante em que o&lt;br /&gt;  povo est&amp;aacute; saindo.&lt;br /&gt;- reparar nas pessoas como se fossem de outro planeta&lt;br /&gt;- n&amp;atilde;o cumprimentar o vizinho de anos...&lt;br /&gt;- perguntar a todo universit&amp;aacute;rio se &amp;eacute; estudante da UFPR&lt;br /&gt;- Esperar a semana inteira pelo final de semana... e acabar n&amp;atilde;o fazendo&lt;br /&gt;  nada no mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;- Andar sempre com a cara emburrada e nao abrir um sorriso por nada&lt;br /&gt;- Entrar no elevador do pr&amp;eacute;dio onde mora e n&amp;atilde;o cumprimentar ningu&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;- Separar o "lixo que n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; lixo".&lt;br /&gt;- andar c/ o bolso cheio de pap&amp;eacute;is de balas at&amp;eacute; encontrar uma lixeira. No&lt;br /&gt;  final do dia ele passou por v&amp;aacute;rias lixeiras e o bolso continua cheio.&lt;br /&gt;- Demorar muito para arrancar o carro quando o sinal fica verde.&lt;br /&gt;- Achar que tudo em Curitiba &amp;eacute; melhor do que em outras cidades.&lt;br /&gt;- falar para todo mundo que o curitibano &amp;eacute; um povo fechado&lt;br /&gt;- Achar que tudo aqui &amp;eacute; melhor sem nunca ter sa&amp;iacute;do daqui&lt;br /&gt;- convidar: "Passa l&amp;aacute; em casa" mas nunca d&amp;aacute; o endere&amp;ccedil;o&lt;br /&gt;- Chamar o povo do interior paranaense de "p&amp;eacute;-vermelho".&lt;br /&gt;- Usar aquelas pastinhas do Positivo falsificadas&lt;br /&gt;- Saber nome de rua que nunca esteve s&amp;oacute; para informar direito.&lt;br /&gt;- Dizer que a cidade n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mais a mesma por causa da invas&amp;atilde;o do pessoal de&lt;br /&gt;  outros estados&lt;br /&gt;- Almo&amp;ccedil;ar pastel e caldo de cana na feirinha de domingo nas festas juninas&lt;br /&gt;  chamar VINHO QUENTE de QUENT&amp;Atilde;O. (h&amp;aacute; uma diferen&amp;ccedil;a grande entre os dois)&lt;br /&gt;- pegar o mesmo &amp;ocirc;nibus todo santo dia no mesmo hor&amp;aacute;rio e n&amp;atilde;o cumprimentar&lt;br /&gt;  nem motorista nem cobrador (que tamb&amp;eacute;m sempre s&amp;atilde;o os mesmos)&lt;br /&gt;- dizer que a mulher curitibana &amp;eacute; muito fechada, quando na realidade o&lt;br /&gt;  homem curitibano &amp;eacute; que &amp;eacute; muito "roda presa" e n&amp;atilde;o toma a iniciativa.&lt;br /&gt;- achar que quem n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; daqui sempre joga lixo no ch&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;- dizer pra todo mundo de fora que viu o Ratinho n&amp;atilde;o sei quando, j&amp;aacute; que ele&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;eacute; daqui&lt;br /&gt;- perguntar "Sobe?" quando j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o tem piso pra descer no elevador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIMA:&lt;br /&gt;- Falar sobre a condi&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o do tempo para puxar conversa com algu&amp;eacute;m&lt;br /&gt;- Admirar, diariamente, a linda cor cinza do c&amp;eacute;u curitibano&lt;br /&gt;- acordar e ver que o dia est&amp;aacute; para chuva e acreditar que n&amp;atilde;o vai chover,&lt;br /&gt;  sair de casa sem sombrinha e se molhar todo. A conseq&amp;uuml;&amp;ecirc;ncia &amp;eacute; aquela&lt;br /&gt;  gripe.&lt;br /&gt;- quando aparece qualquer solzinho, sair de casa com um shortinho e regata&lt;br /&gt;  mesmo estando um frio de rachar&lt;br /&gt;- manter as janelas do &amp;ocirc;nibus fechadas, independente se o dia est&amp;aacute; frio,&lt;br /&gt;  chuvoso ou aquele sol&lt;br /&gt;- Passar o dia reclamando do frio, mesmo com o maior calor&lt;br /&gt;- Sair todo agasalhado de manh&amp;atilde;, e tirar quase tudo at&amp;eacute; o final do dia.&lt;br /&gt;- Sair de casa com um baita SOL e voltar com um tempo nublado&lt;br /&gt;- Em todo dia nublado ou mesmo fazendo sol, dentro dos &amp;ocirc;nibus usar &amp;oacute;culos&lt;br /&gt;  escuros&lt;br /&gt;- O curitibano tem mania de lavar e polir seu carro no s&amp;aacute;bado (o carro fica&lt;br /&gt;  brilhando), s&amp;oacute; que toda vez que vai passear......CHOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAIA:&lt;br /&gt;- falar que vai "pra praia", sem especificar qual praia&lt;br /&gt;- ficar a "temporada" em Caiob&amp;aacute; ou Guaratuba mesmo que chova muito mais do&lt;br /&gt;  que fa&amp;ccedil;a sol&lt;br /&gt;- Subir o Marumbi e comer um barreado em Morretes.&lt;br /&gt;- Descer de "B&amp;oacute;ia Rafting" em C&amp;acirc;maras de pneus automotivos, no rio&lt;br /&gt;  Nhundiaquara&lt;br /&gt;- Quando faz sol vai fazer um churrasquinho com a familia na Serra da&lt;br /&gt;  Graciosa&lt;br /&gt;- aparecer meio-sol e descer para as praias (Caiob&amp;aacute; e Guaratuba)&lt;br /&gt;- Ir para Praia nos feriados curtindo mais o engarrafamento da Viagem do&lt;br /&gt;  que a Praia&lt;br /&gt;- Ver o OIL MAN andando de sunga no cal&amp;ccedil;ad&amp;atilde;o durante a temporada em Caiob&amp;aacute;&lt;br /&gt;  e depois durante o ano encontr&amp;aacute;-lo com a mesma sunga de cinco anos atr&amp;aacute;s&lt;br /&gt;  andando de bicicleta pelo Centro de Curitiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALA:&lt;br /&gt;- chamar salsicha (hot-dog) de "vina"&lt;br /&gt;- chamar o carro Fusca de "fuque"&lt;br /&gt;- Chamar o sem&amp;aacute;foro de sinaleiro&lt;br /&gt;- Dizer Bolacha em vez de Biscoito&lt;br /&gt;- Dizer bexiga ao inv&amp;eacute;s de bal&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;- falar "escute" no telefone&lt;br /&gt;- Dizer "h&amp;oacute;mem" ao inv&amp;eacute;s de "h&amp;ocirc;mem" e "f&amp;oacute;me" ao inv&amp;eacute;s de "f&amp;ocirc;me".&lt;br /&gt;- conjugar erronamente o verbo chegar no partic&amp;iacute;pio, achando ser mais&lt;br /&gt;  bonito falar "chego" em vez de chegado&lt;br /&gt;- Pronunciar leitE quentE e n&amp;atilde;o leitchi quentchi&lt;br /&gt;- Achar que n&amp;atilde;o tem sotaque nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCIPAL:&lt;br /&gt;- rir de si mesmo ao perceber que tudo que foi dito acima &amp;eacute; a mais pura&lt;br /&gt;  verdade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keaton, Geek, What The Fuck, WTF, what the hell, wth, nerd, geek&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12082384-113391663480152961?l=keatonbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/feeds/113391663480152961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12082384&amp;postID=113391663480152961" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113391663480152961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12082384/posts/default/113391663480152961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/keatonrocks/~3/T4hLLu42J5c/manias-de-curitibanos.html" title="Manias de Curitibanos!" /><author><name>Keaton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-7CcBVhdNtg/SH56-iDhdzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ERB_L60Vxng/S220/Cópia+de+asd.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://keatonbr.blogspot.com/2005/12/manias-de-curitibanos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

