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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma Carta de Demissão...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prezados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Malditos) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escravos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chegou a minha vez de me despedir de todos vocês. Os últimos anos foram magníficos no desenvolvimento da minha carreira, mas é hora de partir em busca de novos desafios profissionais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Estou caindo fora desta merda..... Após anos de exploração sem sentido, baixo salário e horas-extras não remuneradas, finalmente consegui arrumar um emprego melhor que este (o que não quer dizer grande coisa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gostaria de deixar meus agradecimentos a todas as pessoas que de alguma forma me ajudaram durante todos estes anos. Sei que posso acabar esquecendo alguém, mas algumas delas merecem uma saudação a parte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abaixo segue a lista das pessoas que transformaram a minha vida num inferno durante todos estes anos. Existem muitos outros filhos das putas, mas não consigo lembrar o nome de todos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Em especial fica um forte abraço para o Teixeira, meu chefe ao longo desta jornada, pelo aprendizado, dicas e também broncas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Filho da puta do Teibicha, maldito corno, jamais cumpriu sequer uma das promessas que me fez. Sempre de mau humor, consegue a todo o momento desmotivar a equipe com sua incompetência e métodos pré-históricos de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) Para toda a equipe da Área de Pessoas, em especial para a RUTH, pela simpatia, disposição em resolver meus problemas e também por ter me selecionado (hehe);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) A vaca do RH, pelo mau humor cotidiano e clara insatisfação em ajudar quem quer que seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) A toda equipe de TI, que prontamente solucionou inúmeros problemas em nosso sistema;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) As incompetentes da área de sistema, que demoram uma eternidade pra resolver qualquer problema em nossas máquinas, e normalmente o fazem com cara feia e má vontade.(Filhas Das Putas QUE TIRARAM A NOSSA INTERNET)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4) A equipe do nosso escritório Regional de Curitiba, pela ajuda com nossos eventos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4) Aos sanguessugas do escritório regional, incapazes de resolver qualquer problema por conta própria, fizeram eu perder inúmeros finais de semana para ajudar em situações que eles criaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fica aqui o meu grande abraço para todos vocês, pelas risadas, happy-hours, problemas resolvidos e desafios enfrentados. Tenho orgulho de ter feito parte desta família maravilhosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adeus para todos. Chega de fofoca, baixo nível, picuinha e palhaçada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que conversaremos em breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca mais quero ver nenhum de vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abraços &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vão todos tomar no c*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouo9-kVcvv8/TxLsu4eC5zI/AAAAAAAALJo/kKZ7u6NBfJk/s1600/belas-cenas-da-natureza-quedas-dagua-1f6c8.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouo9-kVcvv8/TxLsu4eC5zI/AAAAAAAALJo/kKZ7u6NBfJk/s320/belas-cenas-da-natureza-quedas-dagua-1f6c8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wallpapers&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/12957487-5272034623105921852?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/q5N_XTtRYe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5272034623105921852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5272034623105921852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/q5N_XTtRYe8/carta-de-demissao.html" title="Carta de Demissão" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RSZHafJCmI/TxLsm28ErPI/AAAAAAAALJc/gMsPjjfhj4U/s72-c/40067_1600x1200-wallpaper-cb1318942482.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/carta-de-demissao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CRXg8fip7ImA9WhRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-7069518668718528204</id><published>2011-12-29T11:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:54:24.676-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T11:54:24.676-02:00</app:edited><title>A Menina Que Roubava Livros</title><content type="html">&lt;center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BekfWWCQ_U/TvxwcCysN9I/AAAAAAAALI4/QzICRqwZzKU/s1600/the%2Bbook%2Bthief.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BekfWWCQ_U/TvxwcCysN9I/AAAAAAAALI4/QzICRqwZzKU/s320/the%2Bbook%2Bthief.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rápido comentário sobre &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A Menina Que Roubava Livros&lt;/b&gt;de &lt;i&gt;Markus Zusak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ontem terminei de ler A Menina Que Roubava Livros, e resolvi compartilhar a minha opnião sobre a leitura com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;
A narradora do livro é a própria morte e conta a estória de uma menina chamada Liesel Meminger que mora com seus pais adotivos em uma cidade alemã em plena 2ª guerra mundial.&lt;br /&gt;
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Os primeiros capítulos despertaram minha curiosidade, a personagem principal é adorável e os outros personagens são um tanto carismáticos, seu melhor amigo Rudy, seus pais adotivos Rosa e Hans Hubermann, e o judeu Max.&lt;br /&gt;
Achei também interessante o uso de desenhos e fábulas no livro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas na medida que eu ia lendo perdia cada vez mais o interesse, o autor enrola páginas e páginas com uma estória que não sai do lugar. &lt;br /&gt;
Confesso que por pouco não abandonei a leitura antes do fim. &lt;br /&gt;
Tenho certeza que não precisaria de 400 páginas pra contar uma estória cotidiana que poderia ter contado em menos da metade desse número de páginas.&lt;br /&gt;
O livro se mantém no mesmo ritmo lento até o último capítulo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não é um livro que eu recomendo, admito que caí em uma armadilha pelo título sugestivo e o fato de ter se tornado um best-seller no país.&lt;br /&gt;
Deixa muito a desejar.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-7069518668718528204?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/Z7LBrjnbeJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/7069518668718528204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/7069518668718528204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/Z7LBrjnbeJM/menina-que-roubava-livros.html" title="A Menina Que Roubava Livros" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BekfWWCQ_U/TvxwcCysN9I/AAAAAAAALI4/QzICRqwZzKU/s72-c/the%2Bbook%2Bthief.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/menina-que-roubava-livros.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIMRXY7eyp7ImA9WhRWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-6601725395701486319</id><published>2011-12-27T23:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:43:04.803-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T23:43:04.803-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Aula de Redação</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZAfASMoPLk/Tvpz6ozBOmI/AAAAAAAALH8/xe73FwZ0Wc0/s1600/407470_10150457559188401_610678400_8666291_225484970_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZAfASMoPLk/Tvpz6ozBOmI/AAAAAAAALH8/xe73FwZ0Wc0/s320/407470_10150457559188401_610678400_8666291_225484970_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Turismo - Turismólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sua redação tem clareza, coerência, coesão ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, aprenda de forma sucinta a escrever bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A professora disse para os seus alunos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Vocês têm duas horas para fazer uma redação, quem terminar pode ir pra casa' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A redação deverá conter quatro temas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1º. Sexo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2º. Presidência da República. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3º. Religião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4º. Mistério.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Podem começar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joãozinho, como sempre, ...foi o primeiro a entregar (em menos de 1 minuto) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sua redação dizia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COMERAM A DILMA. MEU DEUS !! QUEM FOI ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando duas pessoas tem o mesmo equipamento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sabem como trata-lo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como qualquer pessoa do sexo oposto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pode competir com isso ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The L Word S1 Ep. 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfPfqLQGZls/TvSQYi3_EbI/AAAAAAAALHY/gPWxVe5NiPw/s1600/MadeInBrazil_No3_Romulo_01.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfPfqLQGZls/TvSQYi3_EbI/AAAAAAAALHY/gPWxVe5NiPw/s320/MadeInBrazil_No3_Romulo_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rômulo Pires&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/12957487-6235883292894223905?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/vPxUVgpMJY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6235883292894223905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6235883292894223905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/vPxUVgpMJY8/l-word-s1-ep-6.html" title="The L Word S1 Ep. 6" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXh8TSrOBfs/TvSQUqRU4EI/AAAAAAAALHI/y04r0gTznk8/s72-c/MadeInBrazil_No3_mag_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/l-word-s1-ep-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCQHs4eyp7ImA9WhRXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4062535519317706585</id><published>2011-12-20T08:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:36:01.533-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T08:36:01.533-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Sucesso</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aos 2 anos, sucesso é… conseguir andar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4PxfutVK_Q/TvBcey9RFDI/AAAAAAAALE0/1GO9-Tm6bLk/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4PxfutVK_Q/TvBcey9RFDI/AAAAAAAALE0/1GO9-Tm6bLk/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 4 anos, sucesso é… não urinar nas calças.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3U4sOMTAuT4/TvBci3eAcxI/AAAAAAAALE8/Xu2apv0EHZA/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3U4sOMTAuT4/TvBci3eAcxI/AAAAAAAALE8/Xu2apv0EHZA/s200/2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 12 anos, sucesso é… ter amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isB_BF-42yg/TvBcmP4p1XI/AAAAAAAALFE/X7TM-FmxymQ/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isB_BF-42yg/TvBcmP4p1XI/AAAAAAAALFE/X7TM-FmxymQ/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 18 anos, sucesso é… ter carteira de motorista.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eno9L_-vYCc/TvBdLcwAgEI/AAAAAAAALFQ/CMexn9K1Glg/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eno9L_-vYCc/TvBdLcwAgEI/AAAAAAAALFQ/CMexn9K1Glg/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 20 anos, sucesso é… fazer sexo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BINp-AmGZWo/TvBdQl8rzfI/AAAAAAAALFc/4hy8g5cyF8A/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BINp-AmGZWo/TvBdQl8rzfI/AAAAAAAALFc/4hy8g5cyF8A/s200/5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 35 anos, sucesso é… dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19n3nNpTyo/TvBdYpQjgvI/AAAAAAAALFo/TMySMFdPTyc/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19n3nNpTyo/TvBdYpQjgvI/AAAAAAAALFo/TMySMFdPTyc/s200/6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 50 anos, sucesso é… dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doIMUe5txuU/TvBd51cWV_I/AAAAAAAALF0/daxJnRyEjBM/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doIMUe5txuU/TvBd51cWV_I/AAAAAAAALF0/daxJnRyEjBM/s200/7.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 60 anos, sucesso é… fazer sexo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9w5CgNUZGM/TvBd_6UDYWI/AAAAAAAALGA/xOjZc_OPWKA/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9w5CgNUZGM/TvBd_6UDYWI/AAAAAAAALGA/xOjZc_OPWKA/s200/8.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 70 anos, sucesso é… ter carteira de motorista.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTTnV3sO4zE/TvBeEo9SysI/AAAAAAAALGM/3Az3pzIZrRc/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTTnV3sO4zE/TvBeEo9SysI/AAAAAAAALGM/3Az3pzIZrRc/s200/9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 75 anos, sucesso é… ter amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1jPTICNvA/TvBeIrfslAI/AAAAAAAALGY/S-DcEp_O6RQ/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1jPTICNvA/TvBeIrfslAI/AAAAAAAALGY/S-DcEp_O6RQ/s200/10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 80 anos, sucesso é… não urinar nas calças.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va0nMWqfk2I/TvBeMErcVkI/AAAAAAAALGk/Hs31pdExXjI/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va0nMWqfk2I/TvBeMErcVkI/AAAAAAAALGk/Hs31pdExXjI/s200/11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos 90 anos, sucesso é… conseguir andar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qA1gSNo8Pg4/TvBeQN-0oXI/AAAAAAAALGw/_PgBIAeOxws/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qA1gSNo8Pg4/TvBeQN-0oXI/AAAAAAAALGw/_PgBIAeOxws/s200/12.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Não levamos nada dessa vida, pra que perder tempo &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;com maldade, falsidade, falta de amor ?&lt;br /&gt;
Todos teremos o mesmo destino, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;independente da condição financeira, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;da classe social, portanto, ame, brinque, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;perdoe e aproveite a vida sendo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feliz 2012 !!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-4062535519317706585?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/zHMVwj_KOUI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4062535519317706585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4062535519317706585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/zHMVwj_KOUI/sucesso.html" title="Sucesso" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4PxfutVK_Q/TvBcey9RFDI/AAAAAAAALE0/1GO9-Tm6bLk/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/sucesso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MR3s-fSp7ImA9WhRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4615159761398696298</id><published>2011-12-14T22:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:13:06.555-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T22:13:06.555-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidades" /><title>Curiosidades 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jByiN1HB2RI/Tuk6_C38oSI/AAAAAAAALEs/qZYFeeDfq00/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jByiN1HB2RI/Tuk6_C38oSI/AAAAAAAALEs/qZYFeeDfq00/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B5.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURIOSIDADES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morrem em média 2.500 canhotos por ano,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por usarem produtos para destros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos os ursos polares são canhotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foram necessarios 20 mil homens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e 20 anos para construir o Taj Mahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para cada humano no planeta,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;existe 1 milhão de formigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praticar sexo queima em média de 200 a 300 calorias por hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orgias eram originalmente eventos religiosos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eram oferendas para os Deuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ergofobia é o medo de trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bíblia é o livro mais roubado nas livrarias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colocando uma concha no seu ouvido,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você ouve o eco das artérias em seu ouvido,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não o som do mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfmyUGSqFg8/Tuk6t7noxLI/AAAAAAAALEg/naNLkWWeQBc/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B7.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfmyUGSqFg8/Tuk6t7noxLI/AAAAAAAALEg/naNLkWWeQBc/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B7.jpg" width="320" /&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/12957487-4615159761398696298?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/NCMOTo5PRcA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4615159761398696298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4615159761398696298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/NCMOTo5PRcA/curiosidades-1.html" title="Curiosidades 1" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jByiN1HB2RI/Tuk6_C38oSI/AAAAAAAALEs/qZYFeeDfq00/s72-c/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/curiosidades-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRX44fSp7ImA9WhRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-1341020740443211673</id><published>2011-12-14T22:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:08:04.035-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T22:08:04.035-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><title>Racionais 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tRdZG8RUNA/Tuk6BPcY15I/AAAAAAAALEU/P5mOzjIPp_c/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tRdZG8RUNA/Tuk6BPcY15I/AAAAAAAALEU/P5mOzjIPp_c/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B3.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem esquece rápido demais,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na verdade nunca se importou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas é claro que o comédia nunca se importa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre as fezes e o banquete, ele come a bosta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Racionais Mc's&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PTnWORWf5c/Tuk55VXGAlI/AAAAAAAALEI/q-qQ3xnUESE/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PTnWORWf5c/Tuk55VXGAlI/AAAAAAAALEI/q-qQ3xnUESE/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B4.jpg" width="320" /&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/12957487-1341020740443211673?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/a4cJo2lAZtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1341020740443211673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1341020740443211673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/a4cJo2lAZtA/racionais-1.html" title="Racionais 1" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tRdZG8RUNA/Tuk6BPcY15I/AAAAAAAALEU/P5mOzjIPp_c/s72-c/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/racionais-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMR34zeSp7ImA9WhRQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4168401261256697612</id><published>2011-12-14T22:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:03:06.081-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T22:03:06.081-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>O Texto - Fernado Pessoa</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CboMoYsKkA/Tuk459tAXLI/AAAAAAAALDw/nojsSSDgQ1w/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CboMoYsKkA/Tuk459tAXLI/AAAAAAAALDw/nojsSSDgQ1w/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O meu passado é tudo quanto não consegui ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem as sensações de momentos idos me são saudosas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que se sente exige o momento;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passado este, há um virar de página e a história continua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAS NÃO O TEXTO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RuZ0IRQbXU/Tuk4-WvH9gI/AAAAAAAALD8/K34R417MiTk/s1600/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RuZ0IRQbXU/Tuk4-WvH9gI/AAAAAAAALD8/K34R417MiTk/s320/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B2.jpg" width="294" /&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/12957487-4168401261256697612?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/5VDsq2VpZyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4168401261256697612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4168401261256697612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/5VDsq2VpZyw/o-texto-fernado-pessoa.html" title="O Texto - Fernado Pessoa" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CboMoYsKkA/Tuk459tAXLI/AAAAAAAALDw/nojsSSDgQ1w/s72-c/Melhores%2BPosi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bna%2BCama%2B1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-texto-fernado-pessoa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNQXw6fip7ImA9WhRQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-814481596253941571</id><published>2011-12-08T17:31:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:33:10.216-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T14:33:10.216-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Espelho Magico</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2pMmpEptUo/TuTa6gd3crI/AAAAAAAALDY/G8xX3xIo2AQ/s1600/internet.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2pMmpEptUo/TuTa6gd3crI/AAAAAAAALDY/G8xX3xIo2AQ/s320/internet.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESPELHO MÁGICO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma lenda conta que havia num bar um espelho muito especial no banheiro das mulheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se alguma mulher que estivesse em frente a ele dissesse a verdade, seu desejo seria realizado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas se dissesse alguma mentira, ela sumiria pra sempre, num simples passe de mágica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma ruiva lindíssima, porém muito metida, olhou e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Andei pensando e cheguei à conclusão que sou a mulher mais linda do mundo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De repente: "POOF"! ela desapareceu pra sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma morena muito bonita chegou na frente do espelho e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu andei pensando e acho que mesmo bonita estou longe de ser a mulher mais sexy do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes fico imaginando se fosse a mais linda do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em seguida... POOF ! Ela se transformou numa mulher maravilhosa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;daquelas de fazer até cego virar a cabeça pra acompanhar seu andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, veio uma loira linda, fantástica, com pernas longas e torneadas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhos incrivelmente azuis, boca sensualmente carnuda, bumbum durinho, enfim, perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela parou em frente ao espelho e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Andei pensando....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;POOF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNYcaDhSIiY/TuTbCbRBk3I/AAAAAAAALDk/VPGiVaAFjgE/s1600/MeiaHora_05Dez.2011.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNYcaDhSIiY/TuTbCbRBk3I/AAAAAAAALDk/VPGiVaAFjgE/s320/MeiaHora_05Dez.2011.png" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meia Hora, 5 Dez. 2011&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/12957487-814481596253941571?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/kwBxG5RYPtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/814481596253941571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/814481596253941571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/kwBxG5RYPtE/espelho-magico.html" title="Espelho Magico" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2pMmpEptUo/TuTa6gd3crI/AAAAAAAALDY/G8xX3xIo2AQ/s72-c/internet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/espelho-magico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHRHgyfSp7ImA9WhRQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-5746572376459014897</id><published>2011-12-04T16:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:33:55.695-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T16:33:55.695-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Gozado Gozador</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V90S4F1rwzY/Ttu8KrXanFI/AAAAAAAALDA/h6GBOLh2Ha0/s1600/Gozado%2BGozador.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V90S4F1rwzY/Ttu8KrXanFI/AAAAAAAALDA/h6GBOLh2Ha0/s320/Gozado%2BGozador.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Gozado Gozador&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda que o traje lhe fique bem, Don Juan é um idiota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vulcão que tenho entre as pernas requer muito mais que uma espada de prata,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma capa de seda e uma palavra bem colocada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Secretos Sobre Negro de Antonio Banderas]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gAMGFdpQS4/Ttu8wqcvDpI/AAAAAAAALDM/xLT2grJAt5o/s1600/Theatro%2BMunicipal%2B2011-07-05%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gAMGFdpQS4/Ttu8wqcvDpI/AAAAAAAALDM/xLT2grJAt5o/s320/Theatro%2BMunicipal%2B2011-07-05%2B001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Theatro Municial - Centro RJ&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/12957487-5746572376459014897?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/KlOrN4Rl0nY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5746572376459014897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5746572376459014897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/KlOrN4Rl0nY/gozado-gozador.html" title="Gozado Gozador" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V90S4F1rwzY/Ttu8KrXanFI/AAAAAAAALDA/h6GBOLh2Ha0/s72-c/Gozado%2BGozador.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/gozado-gozador.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQEQns-eyp7ImA9WhRQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-8828429520561478415</id><published>2011-12-04T16:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:28:23.553-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T16:28:23.553-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Alguém</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0cNPk1SOzo/Ttu7M9_uNUI/AAAAAAAALCw/3u5wrq9jiyo/s1600/MadeInBrazil_No3_mag_01.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0cNPk1SOzo/Ttu7M9_uNUI/AAAAAAAALCw/3u5wrq9jiyo/s320/MadeInBrazil_No3_mag_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Made in Brazil #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALGUÉM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas dizem para mim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu preciso de alguém para ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu respondo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você precisa na verdade é "ser alguém" para ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser feliz não é a inexistência da tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;
é saber viver com as nossas dádivas,&lt;br /&gt;
conhecer quem somos,&lt;br /&gt;
independentemente de quem nos acompanha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fdz8DQ2xm0/Ttu7GKo2WxI/AAAAAAAALCk/QgfkmRjV6j0/s1600/MadeInBrazil_No3_Romulo_01.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fdz8DQ2xm0/Ttu7GKo2WxI/AAAAAAAALCk/QgfkmRjV6j0/s320/MadeInBrazil_No3_Romulo_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rômulo Pires&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/12957487-8828429520561478415?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/UBWvXH_pm1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/8828429520561478415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/8828429520561478415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/UBWvXH_pm1U/alguem.html" title="Alguém" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0cNPk1SOzo/Ttu7M9_uNUI/AAAAAAAALCw/3u5wrq9jiyo/s72-c/MadeInBrazil_No3_mag_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/alguem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQ34zfCp7ImA9WhRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-6571284021435112693</id><published>2011-11-20T23:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:26:52.084-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T23:26:52.084-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>A pior situação</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007f40; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Responda qual dessas situações é a pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007f40; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:10__=0CBBF3A6DFA5548E8f9e8@corp.petrobras.biz" height="206" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1334599be21183dc&amp;amp;attid=0.15&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-6571284021435112693?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/n7A3bwFY_oA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6571284021435112693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6571284021435112693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/n7A3bwFY_oA/pior-situacao.html" title="A pior situação" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/pior-situacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMMSHY_fip7ImA9WhRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4594658659900061062</id><published>2011-11-20T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:21:29.846-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T23:21:29.846-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Um dia a gente entende</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UM DIA A GENTE ENTENDE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que é errando que se aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c29.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.15&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;não significa deixar de ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c3d.jpg" height="152" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que o silêncio é a melhor resposta quando ouvimos uma bobagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c47.jpg" height="151" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que ganhar dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;não é prioridade em toda profissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c51.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que os sonhos estão aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;para serem alcançados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c5b.jpg" height="151" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.12&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que amigos a gente conquista&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;mostrando o que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c65.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.14&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que os verdadeiros amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;estão ao nosso lado até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c6f.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.13&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que a maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;muitas vezes se esconde atrás de uma bela face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c79.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.18&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c83.jpg" height="155" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.19&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que quando pensamos saber tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;descobrimos que temos muito a aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c8d.jpg" height="152" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Que a natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;é a coisa mais bela da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8c97.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;significa se dar por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8ca1.jpg" height="152" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que um só dia pode ser mais importante do que muitos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cab.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Que se pode confessar &lt;i&gt;com DEUS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cb5.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que é possível viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;além do infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cbf.jpg" height="152" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que ouvir uma &lt;b&gt;palavra de carinho &lt;/b&gt;faz bem a saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cc9.jpg" height="151" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.10&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que um gesto de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;sempre aquece o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cd3.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.22&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que o julgamento alheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;não é importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cdd.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.17&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que devemos ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;a vida toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8ce7.jpg" height="152" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que é preciso cultivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;a paz interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="16b8cf1.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.20&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Que sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f52b97;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8cfb.jpg" height="153" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E que o mais importante de tudo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="16b8d05.jpg" height="154" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337da63b1185b2f&amp;amp;attid=0.21&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;é que somos livres para nossas escolhas. &lt;br /&gt;
Aproveite ao máximo cada instante de sua vida, pois ela é única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-4594658659900061062?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/sfVZPbRuhu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4594658659900061062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4594658659900061062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/sfVZPbRuhu0/um-dia-gente-entende.html" title="Um dia a gente entende" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-dia-gente-entende.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IEQHs_eCp7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4998060335088270610</id><published>2011-11-07T00:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:05:01.540-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T00:05:01.540-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Conversa no MSN</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOOzC_1thys/Trc8Ljxks8I/AAAAAAAAK4A/Up-zzErNJFw/s1600/MSN.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOOzC_1thys/Trc8Ljxks8I/AAAAAAAAK4A/Up-zzErNJFw/s640/MSN.gif" width="280" /&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/12957487-4998060335088270610?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/3aJwzndff7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4998060335088270610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4998060335088270610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/3aJwzndff7g/conversa-no-msn.html" title="Conversa no MSN" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOOzC_1thys/Trc8Ljxks8I/AAAAAAAAK4A/Up-zzErNJFw/s72-c/MSN.gif" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/conversa-no-msn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDRH04fCp7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-6022874505327706366</id><published>2011-11-07T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:01:15.334-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T00:01:15.334-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Espermograma</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mcs3ED66zE/Trc7ZD8pKSI/AAAAAAAAK3o/ECmjUtjdzlk/s1600/Praca-1101.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mcs3ED66zE/Trc7ZD8pKSI/AAAAAAAAK3o/ECmjUtjdzlk/s320/Praca-1101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Espermograma do Velhinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um velhinho tinha que fazer espermograma. Foi à farmácia e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comprou um potinho desses para coleta de material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegando em casa, foi ao banheiro e tentou com a mão direita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tentou com a esquerda e até com as duas, e nada! Então, chamou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sua mulher. Ela tentou com a mão direita, tentou com a esquerda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com as duas e até com a boca, mas também não conseguiu.. Não vendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outra opção, ela chamou a vizinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta, querendo ajudar, mesmo bastante constrangida, tentou com a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;direita,com a esquerda, com as duas mãos, e muito sem graça, pediu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;licença e tentou com a boca, mas não obteve sucesso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vizinha, não se dando por vencida, chamou a filha de 18 anos, uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menina encantadora. E mais uma vez repetiram-se as tentativas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma mão, outra, as duas, com a boca, mas também não conseguiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O velhinho triste, devolveu o pote ao vendedor da farmacia dizendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Dá pro senhor me ver outro potinho, porque lá em casa, ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conseguiu abrir este!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Três Pais nosso e cinco Ave Marias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PELA SUA MENTE POLUIDA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f48joG8CF4w/Trc7jCsPsvI/AAAAAAAAK30/0o_IfUT7pPc/s1600/Monstro_Iturrusgarai.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f48joG8CF4w/Trc7jCsPsvI/AAAAAAAAK30/0o_IfUT7pPc/s400/Monstro_Iturrusgarai.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monstro por Adão Iturrusgarai&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/12957487-6022874505327706366?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/wjq5NX0wGM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6022874505327706366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/6022874505327706366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/wjq5NX0wGM8/espermograma.html" title="Espermograma" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mcs3ED66zE/Trc7ZD8pKSI/AAAAAAAAK3o/ECmjUtjdzlk/s72-c/Praca-1101.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/espermograma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NRH4-eip7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-5733647251002987510</id><published>2011-11-06T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:54:55.052-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T23:54:55.052-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Marido Doente</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hngX-wQtXgY/Trc4E3CYvzI/AAAAAAAAK24/8sD8tjk3AIE/s1600/O%2Bgrande%2Bmasturbador%252C%2BSalvador%2BDal%25C3%25AD.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hngX-wQtXgY/Trc4E3CYvzI/AAAAAAAAK24/8sD8tjk3AIE/s320/O%2Bgrande%2Bmasturbador%252C%2BSalvador%2BDal%25C3%25AD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Grande Masturbador, Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Marido Doente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um casal entra num conhecido restaurante e encontra-se com um grupo de amigos, um deles dirige-se ao marido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Olá Pedro, como está?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O marido responde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Mal, tenho AIDS. O médico deu-me apenas uns meses de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo despede-se e fica todo embaraçado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher diz ao marido em voz baixa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Pedro, não seja assim! Como é que diz às pessoas que tens AIDS se o que realmente tens é câncer nos pulmões?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O marido responde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu vou morrer de qualquer forma, mas você.... ninguém vai comer !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sWT2Howz2E/Trc5sgJmT7I/AAAAAAAAK3Q/aRK8ODET5OY/s1600/O%2BSono%2B-%2BGustave%2BCourbet.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sWT2Howz2E/Trc5sgJmT7I/AAAAAAAAK3Q/aRK8ODET5OY/s320/O%2BSono%2B-%2BGustave%2BCourbet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Sono ou Adormecidas - Gustave Courbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTVyRnmxChE/Trc56SpdchI/AAAAAAAAK3c/beFVT3Wad_o/s1600/A%2BOrigem%2Bdo%2BMundo%2B-%2BGustave%2BCourbet.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTVyRnmxChE/Trc56SpdchI/AAAAAAAAK3c/beFVT3Wad_o/s320/A%2BOrigem%2Bdo%2BMundo%2B-%2BGustave%2BCourbet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Origem do Mundo - Gustave Courbet&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/12957487-5733647251002987510?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/1wOSrCaf7l8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5733647251002987510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/5733647251002987510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/1wOSrCaf7l8/marido-doente.html" title="Marido Doente" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hngX-wQtXgY/Trc4E3CYvzI/AAAAAAAAK24/8sD8tjk3AIE/s72-c/O%2Bgrande%2Bmasturbador%252C%2BSalvador%2BDal%25C3%25AD.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/marido-doente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFR38yfSp7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-2907543419426903503</id><published>2011-11-06T23:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:41:56.195-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T23:41:56.195-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>A Importância do Estudo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zDEDSxV1EM/Trc24OT7YBI/AAAAAAAAK2g/YmPDUcL97q4/s1600/Hungry_Doodle.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zDEDSxV1EM/Trc24OT7YBI/AAAAAAAAK2g/YmPDUcL97q4/s320/Hungry_Doodle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO SE TEM DOUTORADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dissacarídeo de fórmula C12H22O11, obtido através da fervura e  da evaporação de H2O do líquido resultante da prensagem do caule da gramínea Saccharus officinarum, (Linneu, 1758), isento de qualquer outro tipo  de processamento suplementar que elimine suas impurezas, quando apresentado sob a forma geométrica de sólidos de reduzidas dimensões   e arestas retilíneas, os quais configuram pirâmides truncadas de base oblonga e  pequena altura, uma vez submetido a um toque no órgão do paladar de quem se disponha a um teste organoléptico, impressiona favoravelmente as papilas gustativas, sugerindo impressão sensorial equivalente provocada pelo mesmo dissacarídeo em estado bruto, que ocorre no líquido nutritivo da alta viscosidade, produzido nos órgãos especiais existentes na Apis mellifera (Linneu, 1758) . No entanto, é possível   comprovar experimentalmente que esse dissacarídeo, no estado físico-químico descrito e apresentado sob aquela forma geométrica, apresenta considerável resistência a modificar apreciavelmente suas  dimensões quando submetido a tensões mecânicas de compressão ao longo do seu eixo em conseqüência da pequena capacidade de deformação que lhe é peculiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO SE TEM MESTRADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sacarose extraída da cana de açúcar , a qual ainda não tenha passado  pelo processo de purificação e refino e apresentando- se sob a forma de  pequenos sólidos tronco-piramidais de base retangular, impressiona  agradavelmente o paladar, lembrando a sensação provocada pela mesma sacarose produzida pelas abelhas em um peculiar líquido espesso e nutritivo. Entretanto, não altera suas dimensões lineares ou suas proporções quando submetida a  uma tensão axial em conseqüência da aplicação de compressões equivalentes e opostas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO SE TEM GRADUAÇÃO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O açúcar, quando ainda não submetido à refinação e apresentando- se em blocos sólidos de pequenas dimensões e forma tronco-piramidal tem similaridade com o sabor deleitável da secreção alimentar das abelhas; todavia não muda suas proporções quando sujeito à compressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO SE TEM ENSINO MÉDIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Açúcar não refinado, sob a forma de pequenos blocos, tem o sabor agradável do mel, porém não muda de forma quando pressionado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO SE TEM ENSINO FUNDAMENTAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Açúcar mascavo em tijolinhos tem o sabor adocicado, mas não é macio ou flexível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO NÃO SE TEM ESTUDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rapadura é doce, mas não é mole, não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corrigindo 20 Velhos Ditados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;01- "É dando que se ... engravida".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;02- "Quem ri por último... é retardado".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;03- "Alegria de pobre... é impossível".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;04- "Quem com ferro fere... não sabe como dói".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;05- "Em casa de ferreiro... só tem ferro".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;06- "Quem tem boca... fala. Quem tem grana é que vai a Roma!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;07- "Gato escaldado... morre, porra!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;08- "Quem espera... fica de saco cheio."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;09- "Quando um não quer... o outro insiste."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10- "Os últimos serão ... os desclassificados."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11- "Há males que vêm para ... fuder com tudo mesmo!" (essa é ótima!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12- "Se Maomé não vai à montanha... é porque ele se mandou pra praia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13- "A esperança... e a sogra são as últimas que morrem."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14- "Quem dá aos pobres.... cria o filho sozinha." rsrsrsrsrsr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15- "Depois da tempestade vem a ..... gripe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16- "Devagar..... nunca se chega."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17- "Antes tarde do que ... mais tarde."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18- "Em terra de cego quem tem um olho é ... caolho."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19- "Quem cedo madruga... fica com sono o dia inteiro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20- "Pau que nasce torto... urina no chão." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roleta Africana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um ministro de uma república africana visita a Rússia numa viagem oficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de uma semana de visita o seu homólogo russo disse-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Espero que tenha desfrutado a estadia no nosso país, mas antes de terminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é costume que pratique o nosso jogo nacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- E qual é esse jogo? - pergunta o africano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Bem, é a roleta russa, claro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A roleta russa? Não conheço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- É muito simples: o senhor apenas tem de apontar este revolver à sua cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e apertar o gatilho. Há somente uma bala. Tem cinco possibilidades entre seis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de sobreviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- E qual é a graça, ministro? - pergunta o africano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A adrenalina, homem, a adrenalina !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O ministro africano engole em seco, mas pensa para si: 'Sou herdeiro de uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tribo de valentes guerreiros e enfrentarei esta prova'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem aperta e... clic. Não se disparou nenhuma bala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, respira fundo e diz para o russo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Recordo-lhe que dentro de três meses terá que me retribuir a visita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Três meses depois, o ministro russo passa uma semana na pequena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;república africana, e no último dia o seu homólogo disse-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Espero que tenha apreciado a estadia no nosso país, mas antes de terminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a visita é costume que pratique o nosso jogo nacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- E qual é esse jogo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- É a roleta africana, claro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A roleta africana? Não conheço. Como funciona?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conduzem-no a um aposento onde estão seis mulheres esculturais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;completamente nuas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O africano diz ao russo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A que você escolher, irá lhe fazer um sexo oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Genial! Isto é magnífico mas onde está a adrenalina? pergunta o ministro russo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O africano sorri e responde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Uma delas é canibal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S9IbDURTLI/Trcyfq_9mTI/AAAAAAAAK1w/zAFkmCiGNX0/s1600/314728_2542630366821_1285564346_3064100_365867650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S9IbDURTLI/Trcyfq_9mTI/AAAAAAAAK1w/zAFkmCiGNX0/s320/314728_2542630366821_1285564346_3064100_365867650_n.jpg" width="255" /&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/12957487-1197718314929471383?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/tctdb-M9IiU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1197718314929471383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1197718314929471383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/tctdb-M9IiU/roleta-africana.html" title="Roleta Africana" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzKyqmLfoko/Trcyr-L1iTI/AAAAAAAAK18/3w5op__YclM/s72-c/avengers-promo-art-image-02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/roleta-africana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQHw6eyp7ImA9WhdaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-8641716660167460237</id><published>2011-10-23T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:56:21.213-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T16:56:21.213-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Mulher</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132ed8971715e3a9&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meu nome é MULHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu era a Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Criada para a felicidade de Adão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Mais tarde fui Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Dando à luz aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Que traria a salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Mas isso não bastaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Para eu encontrar perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Passei a ser Amélia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;A mulher de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Para a sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Não tinha a menor vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Mas sonhava com a igualdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Muito tempo depois decidi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Não dá mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Quero minha dignidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Tenho meus ideais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Hoje não sou só esposa ou filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Sou pai, mãe, arrimo de família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Sou caminhoneira, taxista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Piloto de avião, policial feminina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Operária em construção ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Ao mundo peço licença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Para atuar onde quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Meu sobrenome é COMPETÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;E meu nome é MULHER !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-8641716660167460237?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/3DoaSUhkQXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/8641716660167460237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/8641716660167460237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/3DoaSUhkQXU/mulher.html" title="Mulher" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/10/mulher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNR3g5eSp7ImA9WhdbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-7220119253693519867</id><published>2011-10-08T20:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:23:16.621-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T20:23:16.621-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>8 Caminhões</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8 fotos de caminhões europeus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cujos reboques&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;são pintados nas laterais e traseira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garrafa de cerveja&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="[L o v e
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Sacola de lona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[L o v e b e a
                                                          t s]" height="223" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132922aecd8d0007&amp;amp;attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pepsis empilhadas no teto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="[L o v e b e a
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Caminhão com a frente p/ o para-brisa traseiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="[L o v e b e a
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black;"&gt;Aquário com peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[L o v e
                                                          b e a t s]" height="223" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132922aecd8d0007&amp;amp;attid=0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estante com livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[L o v e
                                                          b e a t s]" height="223" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132922aecd8d0007&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="[L o v e
                                                          b e a t s]" height="223" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132922aecd8d0007&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Cobra no ônibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:A4D843FAE19B4EEEA2273B920B73FE25@SilvanoPC" height="189" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4581447f77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=132922aecd8d0007&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-7220119253693519867?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/E2pwfYoD5GM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/7220119253693519867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/7220119253693519867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/E2pwfYoD5GM/8-caminhoes.html" title="8 Caminhões" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-caminhoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QASXg-cCp7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-1790016572448860678</id><published>2011-09-28T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:55:48.658-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T12:55:48.658-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos" /><title>Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk1R0AXM274/ToNCyzssBDI/AAAAAAAAKs4/D9F3hLKiIpA/s1600/sustentabilidade-quebra-cabeca.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk1R0AXM274/ToNCyzssBDI/AAAAAAAAKs4/D9F3hLKiIpA/s400/sustentabilidade-quebra-cabeca.jpg" width="227px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sustentabilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PENA QUE SE DESCOBRE TARDE DEMAIS, OU NUNCA...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;frases de Arthur da Távola.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor não se implora, não se pede, não se espera... Amor se vive, ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Animais são anjos disfarçados, mandados à terra por Deus para mostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz, não com o que você diz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você, vão falar de você para os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdoar e esquecer nos torna mais jovens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Água é um santo remédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deus inventou o choro para o homem não explodir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ausência de regras é uma regra que depende do bom senso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não existe comida ruim, existe comida mal temperada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A criatividade caminha junto com a falta de grana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser autêntico é a melhor e única forma de agradar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amigos de verdade nunca te abandonam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O carinho é a melhor arma contra o ódio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As diferenças tornam a vida mais bonita e colorida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há poesia em toda a criação divina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deus é o maior poeta de todos os tempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A música é a sobremesa da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acreditar, não faz de ninguém um tolo. Tolo é quem mente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filhos são presentes raros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tudo, o que fica é o seu nome e as lembranças acerca de suas ações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado, desculpa, por favor, são palavras mágicas, chaves que abrem portas para uma vida melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor... Ah, o amor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor quebra barreiras, une facções, destrói preconceitos, cura doenças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há vida decente sem amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é certo, quem ama, é muito amado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vive a vida mais alegremente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;© Artur da Távola - 1936/2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-1790016572448860678?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/a-9mJkOHnEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1790016572448860678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/1790016572448860678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/a-9mJkOHnEs/coisas-que-vida-ensina-depois-dos-40.html" title="Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk1R0AXM274/ToNCyzssBDI/AAAAAAAAKs4/D9F3hLKiIpA/s72-c/sustentabilidade-quebra-cabeca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/09/coisas-que-vida-ensina-depois-dos-40.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ER3Y5fyp7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-3887316418902662259</id><published>2011-09-28T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:48:26.827-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T12:48:26.827-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas" /><title>Racismo no Céu</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2g4-zfeGjw4/ToNBfaXnXkI/AAAAAAAAKsw/JKfFrdSWDnI/s1600/dog.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2g4-zfeGjw4/ToNBfaXnXkI/AAAAAAAAKsw/JKfFrdSWDnI/s320/dog.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RACISMO NO CÉU ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chega no céu um negão, vestido de terno branco, todo engomado, sapato de duas cores, impecável, perfumado, cabelo alisado, tudo nos conformes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São Pedro olhou, olhou e perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois não, quem é o senhor ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O negão respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leonardo di Caprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São Pedro olhou bem para ele, consultou a lista dos contemplados para entrar no Paraíso, virou para o negão e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O senhor pode repetir o seu nome ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o negão, todo empertigado: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leonardo di Caprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São Pedro pediu licença e foi consultar seu chefe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegou e bateu na porta dos aposentos de Deus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor, tenho um probleminha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao que Deus respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diga Pedro, qual é a sua dúvida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só pra confirmar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Titanic afundou ou pegou fogo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-3887316418902662259?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/Em2ggaZh67s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/3887316418902662259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/3887316418902662259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/Em2ggaZh67s/racismo-no-ceu.html" title="Racismo no Céu" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2g4-zfeGjw4/ToNBfaXnXkI/AAAAAAAAKsw/JKfFrdSWDnI/s72-c/dog.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/09/racismo-no-ceu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNRXk_eyp7ImA9WhZaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-2351584470232600096</id><published>2011-07-03T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:34:54.743-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-03T14:34:54.743-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><title>The Big Bang Theory - The Desperation Emanation</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSgTseaHZtA/ThCl8ubreCI/AAAAAAAAKd4/8mFa9iOBuyw/s1600/Vaticano.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSgTseaHZtA/ThCl8ubreCI/AAAAAAAAKd4/8mFa9iOBuyw/s320/Vaticano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vaticano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Acho a nocão de amor romântico uma construção cultural desnecessária que não acrescenta valores aos relacionamentos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I find the notion of romantic love to be an unnecessary cultural construct that adds no value to human relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Big Bang Theory&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;4x5 - The Desperation Emanation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyewcA-Ms20/ThCmKyrH0kI/AAAAAAAAKeA/sO14f-d1GwQ/s1600/Escada_Caracol_Vaticano.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyewcA-Ms20/ThCmKyrH0kI/AAAAAAAAKeA/sO14f-d1GwQ/s320/Escada_Caracol_Vaticano.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Escada em Caracol - Vaticano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-2351584470232600096?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/TvzqNBEWiZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/2351584470232600096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/2351584470232600096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/TvzqNBEWiZY/big-bang-theory-desperation-emanation.html" title="The Big Bang Theory - The Desperation Emanation" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSgTseaHZtA/ThCl8ubreCI/AAAAAAAAKd4/8mFa9iOBuyw/s72-c/Vaticano.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-bang-theory-desperation-emanation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFR3o_fip7ImA9WhZaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12957487.post-4655684958697235346</id><published>2011-07-03T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:23:36.446-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-03T13:23:36.446-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><title>Greys Anatomy - Not Resposible</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBd70_y0W0M/ThCUoEhKvxI/AAAAAAAAKdg/yzMFEdiN-q8/s1600/Monasterio_de_Meteora_Grecia.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBd70_y0W0M/ThCUoEhKvxI/AAAAAAAAKdg/yzMFEdiN-q8/s320/Monasterio_de_Meteora_Grecia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monastério de Meteora - Grécia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre achamos que vamos amar só uma pessoa na vida.&lt;br /&gt;
E então você encontra outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;
E parece loucura que você já esteve preocupada com isso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It always feels like there is just one person in this world to love.&lt;br /&gt;
And then you find somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;
And it just seems crazy that you were even worried in worried in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;- Lexie Grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC3iPQH4vvM/ThCW8c8_Y8I/AAAAAAAAKdw/U2uwnjhokAQ/s1600/Castelo_Newschwanstein_Alemanha.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC3iPQH4vvM/ThCW8c8_Y8I/AAAAAAAAKdw/U2uwnjhokAQ/s320/Castelo_Newschwanstein_Alemanha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Castelo Newschwanstein - Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Ninguém tem somente uma alma gêmea.&lt;br /&gt;
Seria um sistema estúpido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody has just one soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;
That'd be such a dumb sistem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Avery Jackson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7x16 - Not Responsible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_E3N8IlMzd0/ThCU4QRkTpI/AAAAAAAAKdo/dWRg6WuFWmU/s1600/Ilha_de_Rodes.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_E3N8IlMzd0/ThCU4QRkTpI/AAAAAAAAKdo/dWRg6WuFWmU/s320/Ilha_de_Rodes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ilha de Rodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12957487-4655684958697235346?l=vanezinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vanezinha/~4/Pd9rgo-m4eQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4655684958697235346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12957487/posts/default/4655684958697235346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vanezinha/~3/Pd9rgo-m4eQ/greys-anatomy-not-resposible.html" title="Greys Anatomy - Not Resposible" /><author><name>Vanessa Santiago</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5LStCg_hg/Tvp1V6p_T7I/AAAAAAAALII/5CN9tXka_5k/s220/profilepic65707_19.gif.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBd70_y0W0M/ThCUoEhKvxI/AAAAAAAAKdg/yzMFEdiN-q8/s72-c/Monasterio_de_Meteora_Grecia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://vanezinha.blogspot.com/2011/07/greys-anatomy-not-resposible.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

