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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É, eu sei, o mundo anda tão complicado, que falar de &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; parece brega...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu não ligo, que me chamem de brega, cafona...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu hj acordei assim, com vontade de falar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que aquece a alma e nutre o corpo, o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que passeia de mão dada. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;que beija no meio de uma discussão, que abraça no meio do silêncio. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; que grita sem emitir nem um som. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que tá na cara, explícito no olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que dá ânimo pra acordar, que dá força pra continuar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que acorda de madrugada, que aparece de surpresa, que liga sem hora marcada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;inteiro, livre, leve e solto. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR &lt;/span&gt;presente, confiante, junto, mesmo quando está distante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; pra sempre, pra tudo, pra toda a vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;AMOR. AMOR. AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sabe aquela coisa de lista de ano novo, de rever os prós e contras do ano que passou, e talz? Então. Nunca dei muita bola pra isso, mas talvez por conta dos acontecimentos gerais, esse final de ano me peguei fazendo esse balanço.. Cheguei até a rascunhar uma lista mesmo, pra ver que 'bixo' dava..&lt;/div&gt;
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Achei que ia ser difícil lembrar de tudo, então, pra facilitar, resolvi só anotar os fatos, tentando ser o mais honesta e verdadeira possível, e percebi que lembrava de mais coisas do que imaginava, e a listinha foi saindo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas conforme anotava os prós e contras, percebi que coisas que eu queria muito lembrar tinham perdido um pouco o brilho e coisas que eu queria muito esquecer ganhavam brilho de novo, e fui ficando confusa.. mesmo que fosse possível 'consertar' o que eu queria, seria impossível reverter todas as reações geradas pelas ações, e aí desisti antes mesmo de acabar..&lt;/div&gt;
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Balanço Geral:&amp;nbsp;2012.. Ano novo, vida nova?&lt;br /&gt;
- não sei.. mas EU quero ser NOVA!!... quero pelo menos quero tentar...&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu níver tá chegando, então.. resolvi fazer uma lista de presentes...&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe como é - a esperança é a última que morre, né.. vai que eu dou sorte!! rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;
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Boticário&lt;br /&gt;
- Sabonete Líquido Exótico Ameixa&lt;br /&gt;
- Sabonete Cremoso Esfoliante Exótico Ameixa&lt;br /&gt;
- Loção Cremosa Hidratante Exótica Ameixa&lt;br /&gt;
- Colônia Ameixa Senses&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;- Flan Hidratante Nutritivo Açaí&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Sabonete Cremoso Esfoliante Exótico Açaí&lt;br /&gt;
- Óleo Hidratante Nutritivo Açaí&lt;br /&gt;
- Colônia Açaí Senses&lt;br /&gt;
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Perfumes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- Myriad&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Glamour Infinit&lt;br /&gt;
- Egeo Dolce Woman&lt;br /&gt;
- Femme.com&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;- Innamorata&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- Ma Chérie&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- Ma Chérie Jeans&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Lavanda Pop&lt;br /&gt;
- Tathy&lt;br /&gt;
- Cecita&lt;br /&gt;
- Sophie Teens&lt;br /&gt;
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Livros&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Bernard Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- O Arqueiro&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- O Andarilho&lt;br /&gt;
- O Herege&lt;br /&gt;
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Autor: Marian Keyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- A estrela mais brilhante do céu&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Melancia&lt;br /&gt;
- Tem Alguém Aí?&lt;br /&gt;
- É Agora... ou Nunca&lt;br /&gt;
- Um Bestseller Pra Chamar de Meu&lt;br /&gt;
- Casório?!&lt;br /&gt;
- Férias?!&lt;br /&gt;
- Los Angeles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-8244394405681370102?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/minhasversoes/~4/kltj9RYwGdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-01-09T14:23:22.844-02:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDC-AZSRfNk/TtpjCjvCvBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6JY3aPblU5w/s72-c/garfield_presente.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minhasversoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-lista-de-presentes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Escolhas...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/minhasversoes/~3/E4GX1fYazNE/escolhas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pathy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 15:15:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335956.post-2761313458839295417</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pois cada pessoa é única, e nenhuma substitui outra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas não vai só, nem nos deixa sós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leva um pouco de nós mesmos, deixa um pouco de si mesmo..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Antoine De Saint-Exupery -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnQX062z7ss/TtiUQoRzedI/AAAAAAAACiI/1RlVhwkCC84/s1600/escolhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnQX062z7ss/TtiUQoRzedI/AAAAAAAACiI/1RlVhwkCC84/s320/escolhas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um dia, e só um dia então, a gente descobre o peso que cada pessoa que passa ou fica em nossa vida tem, e o quanto elas nos modificam, o quanto elas nos moldam, o quanto elas se tornam parte de nós, e só então a gente percebe o verdadeiro valor das escolhas que fazemos, das decisões que tomamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só então nos damos conta do real significado de decidir ou escolher se deixamos ou não que elas fiquem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque as que passam, passam. Às vezes tiram algumas coisas do lugar, outras deixam tudo como sempre foi, mas passam. Mas as que ficam, essas nos transformam para sempre!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E só cabe a nós decidir ou escolher quem fica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-2761313458839295417?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhK0n_hasVg/TsWtKpSlHpI/AAAAAAAACEs/Vx2z5xNJLI0/s1600/alone_in_theater_by_bubblegun_oo-d3drjlj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhK0n_hasVg/TsWtKpSlHpI/AAAAAAAACEs/Vx2z5xNJLI0/s320/alone_in_theater_by_bubblegun_oo-d3drjlj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tem dias que a vida parece estar acontecendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em outro lugar..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-4391178193592478222?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/minhasversoes/~4/9sxM0Q6YOPg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-11-17T22:57:10.141-02:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhK0n_hasVg/TsWtKpSlHpI/AAAAAAAACEs/Vx2z5xNJLI0/s72-c/alone_in_theater_by_bubblegun_oo-d3drjlj.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minhasversoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pra cuidar do seu coração</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/minhasversoes/~3/kHv02GDpuhM/pra-cuidar-do-seu-coracao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pathy)</author><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 02:57:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335956.post-3170195817449500327</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIjFJZ8nGlg/TrkKD9Wl_tI/AAAAAAAACEk/b3nQKBN0JEU/s1600/bikini_02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIjFJZ8nGlg/TrkKD9Wl_tI/AAAAAAAACEk/b3nQKBN0JEU/s320/bikini_02.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aproveitando a campanha dos blogs&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://srtabia.com/2011/11/quem-cuida-do-seu-coracao/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Groselha News - Quem cuida do seu coração?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.luluzinhacamp.com/por-tras-do-biquini-uma-campanha-pra-cuidar-de-nossos-coracoes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luluzinha Camp - Por trás do biquini: uma campanha pra cuidar dos nossos corações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-3170195817449500327?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Acordei, levantei os braços, mexi o joelho, virei o pescoço... Tudo fez “crrreecc”...&lt;br /&gt;
Cheguei a uma conclusão: Não estou velha, estou crocante!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aí fui ao nutricionista e abri meu coração:&amp;nbsp;acho que estou gorda e preciso emagrecer...&lt;/div&gt;
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E ele me disse: - &amp;nbsp;Você é o que você come!&lt;/div&gt;
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Fui para casa e fiquei pensando: eu como pizza, churrasco, sorvete, chocolate, doces, bebo cerveja, tequila e caipirinha...&lt;/div&gt;
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Conclusão: Caraca!! Eu sou muito gostosa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-1610184848899244917?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
"Sabe quando você quer muito uma coisa, tipo ilegal, imoral ou que engorda?&lt;/div&gt;
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Nada que tire seu sono, mas que mexe com seus sentidos nos momentos mais inoportunos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Coisa louca essa de vida da gente, do corpo da gente, da cabeça da gente.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
Não tenho muitos pecados, mas vivo cercada – e tentada – por eles.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
Tenho prazer pelo que é proibido. Mas o irresistível é ser proibida!!..."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Original de Danielle&amp;nbsp; Means, adaptação minha..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335956-5024488617176370015?l=minhasversoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Eu&amp;nbsp; fui procurar no "pai dos burros" o significado de frustração.&lt;/div&gt;
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Acabei achando várias coisas, como por exemplo:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Segundo &lt;a href="http://www.stum.com.br/d.asp?i=160"&gt;Elisabeth Cavalcante&lt;/a&gt;, uma das principais fontes do sofrimento humano é o sentimento de frustração. Sempre que sentem uma dificuldade de alcançar o que julgam essenciais para a sua felicidade, a maioria dos seres humanos começa a cultivar a frustração e com ela a amargura, o rancor, a ansiedade. E, na sequência, acabam por desenvolver compulsões por comida, bebida, jogo, drogas e outros paliativos nos quais buscam desesperadamente preencher o seu vazio interior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E aí desandei a filosofar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
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Embora eu não seja expert no assunto, acredito que existem 2 tipos de frustração: a interna e a externa.&lt;/div&gt;
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A interna é uma luta nossa com a gente mesmo, com nossos medos, nossos preconceitos, nossos tabus. A externa, uma luta com tudo o que não está ao nosso alcance, não nos pertence, não está em nosso controle, e ainda assim nos atinge e aflige diretamente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se na primeira temos a gente tem se redescobrir, rever quem a gente é, o que a gente é e o que queremos, na segunda me parece que não há nada que a gente possa fazer, a não ser aceitar, e decidir se vale à pena ficar ou se mudar. Como diz o ditado, quem se incomoda que se mude!&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas.. e quando a gente não quer se mudar? Quando a gente não quer desistir? O que a gente faz? Espera?! E se a espera for longa e a gente nunca conseguir?&lt;/div&gt;
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Isso me lembra aquela oração da serenidade: "Senhor, dai-me serenidade para aceitar as coisas que eu não posso modificar; coragem para modificar as coisas que posso, e sabedoria para distinguir uma coisa da outra". &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Mas pensando bem...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
Frustração mesmo é a gente passar o dia fazendo tudo certo pra chegar no final dele e ver que deu tudo errado; ou acordar no meio da noite querendo comer pavê, abrir a geladeira e ver que não tem nenhum doce dentro dela; ou acordar de manhã morrendo de vontade de fazer amor, virar pro lado e ver que a cama está vazia... E aí a frustração é tanta que me lembra aquela oração da serenidade:&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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"Senhor, dê-me serenidade para aceitar as coisas que não posso mudar, coragem para mudar as coisas que não posso aceitar, e sabedoria para esconder os corpos daquelas pessoas que eu tive que matar por estarem me enchendo o saco.&lt;/div&gt;
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Também, me ajude a ser cuidadoso com os calos em que piso hoje, pois eles podem estar conectados aos sacos que terei que puxar amanhã.
&lt;br /&gt;
Ajude-me, sempre, a dar 100% no meu trabalho... &lt;br /&gt;
- 12% na segunda-feira, &lt;br /&gt;
- 23% na terça-feira, &lt;br /&gt;
- 40% na quarta-feira, &lt;br /&gt;
- 20% na quinta-feira, &lt;br /&gt;
- 5% na sexta-feira. &lt;br /&gt;
E... ajude-me sempre a lembrar, quando estiver tendo um dia realmente ruim e todos parecerem estar me enchendo o saco, que são necessários 42 músculos para socar alguém e apenas 4 para estender meu dedo médio e mandá-lo para aquele lugar...&lt;/div&gt;
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Que assim seja!!" &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://daniellemeans.wordpress.com/"&gt;- por Danielle Means&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
"Toda vez que penso em amor, não penso em 
reciprocidade. Bem, não assim de imediato. Cada dia que passa percebo 
que amor é algo que a gente dá, porque sente, não porque quer (ou 
pedem). O amor é espontâneo e por si só é recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo que faço pela minha filha, por exemplo, faço
 porque a amo, não porque quero. Eu lhe beijo, não para educá-la.&amp;nbsp; Sou 
sua amiga, não porque ela tem que saber o que é amizade. Independente do
 que eu TENHA que fazer, eu faço porque a amo, não porque quero. A gente
 dá presente, porque adora ver o outro feliz. Mas quando ela joga papel 
de bala no chão INTEIRO, que acabei de limpar, não hesito em dizer em 
alto e bom som (histérica) que fiquei igual uma CORNA o dia inteiro 
limpando a casa, e se ela não tá percebendo que tá sujando, eu tô 
mostrando! Nem ligo para psicologia. PODE CATANDO ESSA #%$#@ TODA 
A-GO-RA!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Acredito que seja mais ou menos assim em todas as
 relações entre pessoas que se gostam/amam. SÓ NÃO RETRIBUI AMOR QUEM NÃO TE AMA DE VOLTA. NÃO ACREDITO EM AMOR QUE A GENTE TEM QUE COBRAR. Há
 momentos, sim, que papéis de bala serão jogados no chão sem querer, e a
 gente vai reclamar. Há milhares de formas de resolver problemas, há 
relações e relações… No entanto, não vou acreditar NUNCA em quem me diz 
“fez, porque quis”. Quem ama não faz porque quer, faz porque ama.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você está perdendo seu tempo com aquele que diz 
que nunca te pediu nada. Esse não teve nem a educação de não jogar papel
 no chão."
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-&amp;nbsp; 

Mochila Notebook com Rodas Targus - TSB700 - NOVA! SEM NENHUM DIA DE USO!&lt;br /&gt;
- R$ 200,00 (negociável, aceito proposta)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Detalhes e fotos da mochila no site da Le Postiche:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.lepostiche.com.br/ch/prod/5107/mochila-notebook-com-rodas-targus---tsb700.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Proteção traseira fixa as alças no lugar para que fiquem presas quando o produto estiver sendo usado com rodinhas;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O compartimento removível comporta notebooks com telas de até 15,4 pol;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Puxador e alças acolchoadas para facilitar o transporte;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
 A alça na parte inferior da mochila permite que você a levante com mais
 facilidade para colocá-la no carro ou no compartimento de bagagem no 
avião;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O material PVC de proteção na parte inferior evita a penetração de água;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Compatibilidade com dispositivo: 36,1 x 5,7 x 29,5;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peso: 2,70 kg;&lt;br /&gt;
•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dimensões externas: 38,1 x 22,9 x 49,5;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sabe aquela história do&amp;nbsp;cara que dá a maior sorte do mundo, ganha a mega-sena acumulada do ano todo, compra um ap gigante, o carro do ano, uma viagem pra disney pra família toda e pros amigos e quando acorda se dá conta que não tem dinheiro nem pra comprar pão? Daí devolve o ap e&amp;nbsp;o carro, guardas as fotos que tirou e&amp;nbsp;fica com aquela sensação - "caramba.. disperdicei o dinheiro todo&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;não tenho mais nada... como assim?!"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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Dizem que dinheiro na mão é vendaval, né... Mas e as oportunidades que temos todos os dias? e as chances que aparecem desde que a gente acorda?&amp;nbsp;e as pessoas que ficam ao nosso lado? Não são dinheiro, mas valem mais que a mega-sena acumulada do ano todo, e tenho a impressão que a gente acaba desperdiçando mais do que se fosse de fato dinheiro, já que dinheiro acaba, e as oportunidades e chances, as opções,&amp;nbsp;as pessoas,&amp;nbsp;não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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Quantos dias lindos de sol e céu azul foram e são disperdiçados por preguiça ou mal-humor? Quantas oportunidades foram e são perdidas por orgulho ou desatenção? Quantas chances foram e vão pelo ralo por falta de coragem ou iniciativa? Quantas pessoas se foram e se vão por falta de cuidado e amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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- Será que a gente sabe mesmo o valor que&amp;nbsp;tudo&amp;nbsp;isso&amp;nbsp;tem? Será que a gente é capaz de medir e guardar cada um deles? Ou é tanta "poluição" visual, auditiva, sensorial, informativa, que a gente se perde e quando vê, já foi, já passou e a gente nem sabe como isso foi acontecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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E que sensação estranha é essa, né? provoca tristeza, sofrimento, dor, arrependimento.. todo mundo sabe disso, quem já sentiu na pele e quem ainda vai sentir, e ainda assim a gente não controla, não "aprende", não "muda", não escapa, nem querendo muito... como que só pra provar&amp;nbsp;que somos todos mortais, tolos e imperfeitos...&lt;/div&gt;
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"(...) Na maior parte dos encontros,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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orgulho ou cautela ainda proíbem alguém de
 dizer o que sente no mais fundo do íntimo. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O ruído do mundo é feito de 
silêncios."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Theodor Zeldin – historiador inglês&lt;/i&gt;						
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By the time you read through this you will understand "TANJOOBERRYMUTTS" and be ready for China.&lt;/div&gt;
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The following is a telephonic exchange between maybe you as a hotel guest and room-service in China...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "Morrin. Roon sirbees."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: " Rye, Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Uh..... Yes, I'd like to order bacon and eggs."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai den?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: ".....What??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai den?!?... Pryed, boyud, pochd?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry.. Scrambled, please."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "Ow ulai dee bayken ? Creepse?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "Hokay. An sahn toes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "What?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Room Service: "An toes. ulai sahn toes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "I.... Don't think so.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "No? Udo wan sahn toes???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'udo wan sahn toes' means."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "Toes! Toes!...Why Uoo don wan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we botter?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Oh, English muffin! !! I've got it! You were saying 'toast'... Fine...Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "We botter?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "No, just put the botter on the side."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "Wad?!?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "I mean butter... Just put the butter on the side."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "Copy?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Excuse me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "Copy...tea..meel?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Yes. Coffee, please... And that's everything."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, creepse bayken, Anglish moppin, we botter on sigh and copy ..... Rye ??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Guest: "Whatever you say."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;RoomService: "Tanjooberrymutts."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Guest: "You're welcome"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember I said "By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 'TANJOOBERRYMUTTS' ... and you do, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;
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