<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:50.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mais uns blablablas...</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma continuação do resto, mas sem olhar pra trás</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>671</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-95689950</id><published>2003-06-15T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:05:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este.blog.(assim.como.todo.o.resto).acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-95689950?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95689950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95689950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95689950' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-95689909</id><published>2003-06-15T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:06:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What's it been over a decade?&lt;br /&gt;It still smarts like it was four minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;We only influenced each other totally&lt;br /&gt;We only bruised each other even more so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my blood? You touch me like you are my blood&lt;br /&gt;What are you my dad? You affect me like you are my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl be shackled to you&lt;br /&gt;How long before my dignity is reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl stay haunted by you&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where've you been? I heard you moved to my city&lt;br /&gt;My brother saw you somewhere downtown&lt;br /&gt;I'd be paralyzed if I ran into you&lt;br /&gt;My tongue would seize up if we were to meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my god? You touch me like you are my god&lt;br /&gt;What are you my twin? You affect me like you are my twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl be tortured by you?&lt;br /&gt;How long before my dignity is reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;And how long can a girl be haunted by you&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am one room away from where I know you're standing&lt;br /&gt;A well-intentioned man told me you just walked in&lt;br /&gt;This man knows not of how this information has affected me&lt;br /&gt;But he knows the colour of the car I just drove away in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my kin? You touch me like you are my kin&lt;br /&gt;What are you my air? You affect me like you are my air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Flinch&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-95689909?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95689909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95689909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95689909' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-95165390</id><published>2003-06-01T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T23:53:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Milho premiado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(texto extraído da Agenda + Atitude Nova Manhã 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta a história, que um fazendeiro bem sucedido, ano após ano, ganhava o troféu "Milho Gigante", na feira de agricultura do município. Não dava outra; ele chegava à exposição com seu milho e saia com a faixa azul no peito. E seu produto era cada vez melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma dessas ocasiões, um repórter ao entrevistá-lo após mais um prêmio, ficou intrigado com a informação do fazendeiro, de que compartilhava a semente de seu milho - de tanta qualidade - com seus vizinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque o senhor compartilha a sua melhor semente com seus vizinhos quando, a cada ano, eles estão competindo com o seu produto? - quis saber o repórter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fazendeiro pensou por alguns instantes, e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você não sabe, mas o vento apanha o pólen do milho maduro e o leva de campo em campo. Se meus vizinhos cultivarem milho inferior, a polinização degradará continuamente a qualidade do meu milho. Por isso, se eu quiser cultivar milho bom, de qualidade, eu tenho que ajudar meus vizinhos a cultivarem milho bom e de qualidade também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fazendeiro estava atento à conexão da vida: o milho cultivado por ele só poderia melhorar se o produto do vizinho também tivesse a qualidade melhorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse exemplo vale para todos, e em diversas dimensões da vida. Quem escolhe estar em paz, deve fazer com que seus vizinhos também estejam em paz. Quem quer viver bem, deve ajudar os outros para que também vivam bem. E quem quer ser feliz, deve fazer de tudo para que os outros também encontrem a felicidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bem estar de cada um está ligado ao bem estar de todos. Que todos vocês consigam ajudar seus vizinhos a cultivarem um milho cada vez melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gálatas 6:7 "O que o homem semear, isto também ceifará."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-95165390?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95165390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95165390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95165390' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-95031105</id><published>2003-05-29T09:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:15:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tanto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coveiros gemem tristes ais&lt;br /&gt;E realejos ancestrais juram que&lt;br /&gt;Eu não devia mais querer você&lt;br /&gt;Os sinos e os clarins rachados&lt;br /&gt;Zombando tão desafinados&lt;br /&gt;Querem, eu sei, mas é pecado&lt;br /&gt;Eu te perder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Políticos embriagados&lt;br /&gt;Dançando em guetos arruinados&lt;br /&gt;E os profetas desacordados&lt;br /&gt;A te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eles vem tomar meu&lt;br /&gt;Drinque em meu corpo trincar&lt;br /&gt;E me pedir pra te deixar partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus pais querem me dar&lt;br /&gt;Amor que há tempos não esta lá&lt;br /&gt;E suas filhas vão me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltei pra minha sina&lt;br /&gt;Contei  pra um menino&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo só termina estando ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é suave assim&lt;br /&gt;E sabe quase tudo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe onde eu&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu dândi vai&lt;br /&gt;De paletó chinês&lt;br /&gt;Falou comigo mais de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu sei, não fui muito cortês&lt;br /&gt;Com ele, não&lt;br /&gt;Isso, porque ele mentiu,&lt;br /&gt;Porque te ganhou e partiu&lt;br /&gt;Por que o tempo consentiu&lt;br /&gt;Ou senão porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto	&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto	 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-95031105?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95031105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/95031105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95031105' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-94303988</id><published>2003-05-13T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:17:20.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O essencial é invisível aos olhos, repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi o tempo que perdeste com tua rosa que a fez tão importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi o tempo que perdi com minha rosa... repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, disse a raposa. Mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas. Tu és responsável pela rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou responsável pela minha rosa.... repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPÍTULO XXI &lt;br /&gt;(O Pequeno Príncipe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-94303988?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94303988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94303988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94303988' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-94166630</id><published>2003-05-11T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T19:01:05.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Uma alegria compartilhada eh uma dupla alegria;&lt;br /&gt;uma dor compartilhada eh uma meia dor."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Obrigada, Renan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-94166630?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94166630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94166630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94166630' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-94110615</id><published>2003-05-10T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T14:18:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, &lt;br /&gt;mas do bom uso que fazemos do que temos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-94110615?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94110615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94110615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94110615' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-94027875</id><published>2003-05-08T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T23:39:47.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não leve em conta a minha ou a sua religião, pois o que mais importa, é a nossa conclusão sobre a melhor forma de viver em Paz, em harmonia, e, respeitando sempre a individualidade de cada um, pois afinal, a nossa estada aqui é passageira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você conseguir superar graves problemas de relacionamento, não se detenha na lembrança dos momentos difíceis, mas na alegria de haver atravessado mais esta prova em sua vida. Quando sair de um longo tratamento de saúde, não pense no sofrimento que foi necessário enfrentar, mas na benção de Deus que permitiu a cura. Leve na sua memória, para o resto da vida, as coisas boas que surgiram nas dificuldades. Elas serão uma prova de sua capacidade, e lhe darão confiança diante de qualquer obstáculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-94027875?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94027875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/94027875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94027875' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93939246</id><published>2003-05-07T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T14:51:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia não ser mais triste não"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes / Baden Powell)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93939246?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93939246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93939246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93939246' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93767795</id><published>2003-05-04T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:48:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você sabe que isso aqui é pra vc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.home.nl/cards/stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93767795?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93767795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93767795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93767795' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93767230</id><published>2003-05-04T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:31:32.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;no dial da minha cabeça...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde andarás nessa tarde vazia&lt;br /&gt;tão clara e sem fim?&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o mar bate azul em ipanema&lt;br /&gt;em que bar, em que cinema&lt;br /&gt;te esqueces de mim?&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o mar bate azul em Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;em que bar, em que cinema&lt;br /&gt;te esqueces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei, meu endereço apagaste do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;a cigarra do apartamento,&lt;br /&gt;o chão de cimento&lt;br /&gt;existem em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não serve pra nada a janela&lt;br /&gt;a cortina amarela&lt;br /&gt;perdi meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é por isso que eu vou para a rua&lt;br /&gt;andar pela rua&lt;br /&gt;na esperança, talvez&lt;br /&gt;de que o acaso&lt;br /&gt;por mero descaso&lt;br /&gt;me leve a você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na esperança, talvez&lt;br /&gt;de que o acaso&lt;br /&gt;por mero descaso&lt;br /&gt;me leve,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(caetano veloso / ferreira gullar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93767230?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93767230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93767230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93767230' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93722523</id><published>2003-05-03T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:33:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Se os seus sonhos estiverem nas nuvens, não se preocupe, pois eles estão no  lugar certo. Agora construa os alicerces."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93722523?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93722523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93722523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93722523' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93659388</id><published>2003-05-02T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T13:50:30.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Muppet Babies Theme"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies, we make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies, we'll do the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit:  &lt;i&gt;When your world looks kinda weird and you wish that you weren't there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy:   &lt;i&gt;Just close your eyes and make believe and you can be anywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit:  I like adventure &lt;br /&gt;Piggy:   I like romance&lt;br /&gt;Fozzie:  I love great jokes&lt;br /&gt;Animal:  Animal dance!!&lt;br /&gt;Scooter: I've got my computer&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter: I swing through the air&lt;br /&gt;Rowlf:   I play the piano&lt;br /&gt;Gonzo:   And I have blue hair. Wa!&lt;br /&gt;Bunsen:  Me, I invent things&lt;br /&gt;Beaker:  Mee mee mee meee!&lt;br /&gt;Nanny:   Is everything all right in here?&lt;br /&gt;All: Yes, Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies, we make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Babies, we'll do the same for you&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Muppet Muppet Muppet&lt;br /&gt;Babies Babies Babies Babies&lt;br /&gt;Make dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93659388?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93659388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93659388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93659388' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93410333</id><published>2003-04-28T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T14:31:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O mundo estava no rosto da amada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo estava no rosto da amada -&lt;br /&gt;e logo converteu-se em nada, em&lt;br /&gt;mundo fora do alcance, mundo-além. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não o bebi quando o encontrei&lt;br /&gt;no rosto amado, um mundo à mão, ali,&lt;br /&gt;aroma em minha boca, eu só seu rei? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu bebi. Com que sede eu bebi.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu também estava pleno de&lt;br /&gt;mundo e, bebendo, eu mesmo transbordei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rainer Maria Rilke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93410333?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93410333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93410333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93410333' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-93177629</id><published>2003-04-24T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T11:08:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Acreditamos saber que existe uma saída, mas não sabemos onde está. Não havendo ninguém do lado de fora que nos possa indicá-la, devemos procurá-la por nós mesmos. O que o labirinto ensina não é onde está a saída, mas quais são os caminhos que não levam a lugar algum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Norberto Bobbio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-93177629?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93177629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/93177629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93177629' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92954352</id><published>2003-04-20T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T21:55:13.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu simplesmente amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92954352?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92954352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92954352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92954352' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92778791</id><published>2003-04-17T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T14:42:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;casamento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um famoso professor se encontrou com um grupo de jovens que falava contra o casamento. Argumentavam que o que mantém um casal é o romantismo e que é preferível acabar com a relação quando este se apaga, em vez de se submeter à triste monotonia do matrimônio. O mestre  disse que respeitava sua opinião mas lhes contou a seguinte história: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus  pais  viveram  55  anos casados. Numa manhã minha mãe descia as escadas para preparar o café e sofreu um enfarto. Meu  pai  correu até ela, levantou-a como pôde e quase se arrastando a levou até à caminhonete. Dirigiu a toda velocidade até o hospital, mas quando chegou, infelizmente ela já estava morta. Durante o velório, meu pai não falou. Ficava o tempo todo olhando para o nada. Quase não chorou. Eu e meus irmãos tentamos, em vão, quebrar a nostalgia recordando momentos engraçados. Na hora do  sepultamento, papai, já mais calmo, passou a mão sobre o caixão e falou com sentida emoção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meus filhos, foram 55 bons anos... Ninguém pode falar do amor verdadeiro se não  tem idéia do que é compartilhar a vida com alguém por tanto tempo. Fez uma pausa, enxugou as lágrimas e continuou:" Ela e eu &lt;b&gt;estivemos juntos em muitas crises&lt;/b&gt;. Mudei de emprego, renovamos toda a mobília quando vendemos a casa e mudamos de cidade. Compartilhamos a alegria de ver nossos filhos concluírem a faculdade, choramos um ao lado do outro quando entes queridos partiam. &lt;b&gt;Oramos juntos&lt;/b&gt; na sala de espera de alguns hospitais, &lt;b&gt;nos apoiamos na hora da dor, trocamos abraços em  cada Natal, e perdoamos nossos erros... &lt;/b&gt;Filhos, agora ela se foi e estou contente. E vocês sabem por quê? Porque ela se foi antes de mim e não teve que viver a agonia e a dor de me enterrar, de ficar só depois da minha partida. Sou eu que vou passar por essa situação, e agradeço a Deus por isso. Eu a amo tanto que não gostaria que sofresse  assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu pai terminou de falar, meus irmãos e eu estávamos com os rostos cobertos de lágrimas. Nós o abraçamos e ele nos consolava, dizendo: Está tudo bem, meus filhos, podemos ir para casa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, por fim, o professor concluiu: "Naquele dia entendi o que é &lt;b&gt;o verdadeiro amor. Está muito além do romantismo, e não tem muito a ver com o erotismo, mas se vincula ao trabalho e ao cuidado a que se professam duas pessoas realmente comprometidas.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mestre terminou de  falar, os jovens universitários não puderam argumentar. Pois esse tipo de amor era algo que não conheciam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O verdadeiro amor se  revela nos pequenos gestos, no dia-a-dia e por todos os dias.&lt;/b&gt; O verdadeiro amor não é egoísta, não é presunçoso, nem alimenta o desejo de posse sobre a pessoa amada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quem caminha sozinho pode até chegar mais rápido, mas aquele que vai acompanhado com certeza chegará mais longe..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92778791?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92778791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92778791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92778791' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92713423</id><published>2003-04-16T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T10:28:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Deus não prometeu dias sem dor, risos sem sofrimento, sol sem chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ele prometeu força para o dia, conforto para as lágrimas e luz para o caminho".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92713423?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92713423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92713423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92713423' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92458486</id><published>2003-04-11T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:09:18.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aprenda a começar e a recomeçar. Se caiu, levante-se e recomece. Se cometeu algum erro, peça desculpas e recomece. Talvez você chegue ao fim da batalha cheio de cicatrizes, mas cada chaga se transformará numa medalha, em homenagem às suas vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais se deixe vencer pelo desânimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92458486?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92458486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92458486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92458486' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92186306</id><published>2003-04-07T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T21:56:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para não deixar o amor passar&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu&lt;br /&gt;coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste&lt;br /&gt;atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua&lt;br /&gt;vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o&lt;br /&gt;mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode&lt;br /&gt;ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em&lt;br /&gt;que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for&lt;br /&gt;apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d'água neste&lt;br /&gt;momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for&lt;br /&gt;essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a&lt;br /&gt;apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um&lt;br /&gt;presente divino - O Amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão um ao outro por&lt;br /&gt;algum motivo e em troca receber um abraço, um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil&lt;br /&gt;palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro&lt;br /&gt;outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te&lt;br /&gt;deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu&lt;br /&gt;sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las&lt;br /&gt;com ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar&lt;br /&gt;com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o cheiro da&lt;br /&gt;pessoa como se ela estivesse ali do seu lado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda, mesmo&lt;br /&gt;ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e&lt;br /&gt;cabelos emaranhados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo,&lt;br /&gt;ansioso pelo encontro que está marcado para a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um&lt;br /&gt;futuro sem a pessoa ao seu lado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra&lt;br /&gt;envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a convicção que vai&lt;br /&gt;continuar sendo louco por ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você preferir morrer, antes de ver a outra&lt;br /&gt;partindo: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;é o amor que chegou na sua vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. É uma&lt;br /&gt;dádiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida, mas&lt;br /&gt;poucas amam ou encontram um amor verdadeiro. Ou às&lt;br /&gt;vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção nesses&lt;br /&gt;sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixa-lo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiramente. É o livre-arbítrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as&lt;br /&gt;loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor&lt;br /&gt;coisa da vida: O Amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92186306?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92186306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92186306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92186306' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-92053207</id><published>2003-04-05T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T17:07:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas é claro que o sol vai voltar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão já vi pior&lt;br /&gt;De endoidecer gente sã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espera que o Sol já vem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que está do mesmo lado que você &lt;br /&gt;Mas deveria estar do mesmo lado de lá&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que machuca os outros&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente enganando a gente&lt;br /&gt;(veja a nossa vida como está)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar, confie em si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem acredita sempre alcança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe que lhe digam quem não vale a pena &lt;br /&gt;acreditar no sonho que se tem&lt;br /&gt;Ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo,&lt;br /&gt;Ou que você nunca vai ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que machuca os outros&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar, confie em si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem acredita sempre alcança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acredita sempre alcança...&lt;br /&gt;Quem acredita sempre alcança...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-92053207?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92053207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/92053207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92053207' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91952051</id><published>2003-04-03T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T00:45:23.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exatamente o que o Rafael me falou hoje, só q em forma de histórinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt; A mãe parou ao lado do leito de seu filhinho de 6 anos, que estava morrendo de leucemia. Embora o coração dela estive pesado de tristeza e angústia, ela era muito determinada. Como qualquer outra mãe, ela gostaria que seu filho crescesse e realizasse seus sonhos. Agora, isso não seria mais possível, por causa de uma leucemia&lt;br /&gt; terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Junto dele tomou-lhe a mão e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt; - Filho, você alguma vez já pensou o que gostaria de ser quando crescer?&lt;br /&gt; - Mamãe, eu sempre quis ser um bombeiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A mãe sorriu e disse: &lt;br /&gt; - Vamos ver o que podemos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais tarde, naquele mesmo dia, ela foi ao Corpo de Bombeiros local. Explicou a situação de seu filho e perguntou se seria possível o garoto dar uma volta no carro dos bombeiros, em torno do quarteirão. O chefe dos bombeiros, comovido, disse: &lt;br /&gt;- NÓS PODEMOS FAZER MAIS QUE ISSO! Se você estiver com seu filho pronto às sete horas da manhã, daqui a uma semana, nós o faremos um bombeiro honorário, por&lt;br /&gt; todo o dia. Ele poderá vir para o quartel, comer conosco e sair para atender às chamadas de incêndio. E se você nos der as medidas dele, nós conseguiremos um uniforme&lt;br /&gt; completo:chapéu com o emblema de nosso batalhão, um casaco amarelo igual ao que vestimos e botas também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uma semana depois, o bombeiro-chefe pegou o garoto, vestiu-o em seu uniforme de bombeiro e o escoltou do leito do hospital até o caminhão dos bombeiros. O menino&lt;br /&gt; ficou sentado na parte de trás do caminhão, e foi levado até o quartel central. Parecia-lhe estar no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ocorreram três chamados naquele dia na cidade e o garoto acompanhou todos os três. Em cada chamada, ele foi em veículos diferentes: no caminhão tanque, na van dos&lt;br /&gt; paramédicos e até no carro especial do chefe do corpo de bombeiros. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo o amor e atenção que foram dispensados ao menino acabaram por tocá-lo tão profundamente, que ele viveu três meses a mais que o previsto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uma noite, todas as suas funções vitais começaram a cair dramaticamente, e a mãe decidiu chamar ao hospital, toda a família. Então, ela lembrou do dia em que o garoto tinha passado como um bombeiro, e pediu à enfermeira que ligasse para chefe da corporação, e perguntou se seria possível enviar algum bombeiro para o hospital, naquele momento trágico, para ficar junto ao menino. O chefe dos bombeiros respondeu:&lt;br /&gt; - NÓS PODEMOS FAZER MAIS QUE ISSO! Nós estaremos aí em cinco minutos. Mas faça-me um favor. Quando você ouvir as sirenes e vir as luzes de nossos carros,&lt;br /&gt; avise no sistema de som que não se trata de um incêndio. É apenas o corpo de bombeiros vindo visitar, mais uma vez, um de seus mais distintos integrantes. E você poderia abrir a janela do quarto dele? Obrigado! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cinco minutos depois, uma van e um caminhão com escada Magirus chegaram no hospital. Estenderam a escada até o andar onde estava o garoto, e 16 bombeiros subiram. Com a permissão da mãe, eles o abraçaram, seguraram, e disseram o quanto o amavam. Com voz fraquinha, o menino olhou para o chefe e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt; -Chefe, eu sou mesmo um bombeiro?&lt;br /&gt; -Sim, você é um dos melhores - disse ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Com estas palavras, o menino sorriu e fechou seus olhos para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91952051?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91952051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91952051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91952051' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91599700</id><published>2003-03-29T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T09:31:30.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91599700?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91599700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91599700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91599700' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91414332</id><published>2003-03-26T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T12:06:24.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When no-one else can understand me&lt;br /&gt;When everything I do is wrong&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope and consolation&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're always there to lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;In everything I do&lt;br /&gt;That's the wonder&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile the world is brighter&lt;br /&gt;You touch my hand and I'm a king&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss to me is worth a fortune&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll guess I'll never know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;You love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;That's the wonder&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of you&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wonder of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91414332?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91414332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91414332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91414332' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91407030</id><published>2003-03-26T09:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T12:06:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aquele beijo que te dei&lt;br /&gt;Nunca, nunca mais esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;A noite linda de luar&lt;br /&gt;Lua testemunha tão vulgar   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de você e fico triste&lt;br /&gt;Até me dá vontade de chorar&lt;br /&gt;De lembrar que o amor não mais existe&lt;br /&gt;Não mais existe&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sempre hei de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou, ou, aquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;O beijo que te dei&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele beijo que te dei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91407030?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91407030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91407030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91407030' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91406578</id><published>2003-03-26T09:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T12:31:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada vai mudar entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu sei?&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai permanecer igual, &lt;br /&gt;afinal, não há nada a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não nego, eu me entrego, você é meu grande amor, &lt;br /&gt;e hoje eu vou te dizer "eu te amo"...&lt;br /&gt;Eu imploro, eu te adoro, você tem meu coração &lt;br /&gt;a bater pra você mais uma canção.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém perder você como eu fiz?&lt;br /&gt;Como eu quis não te ter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo iludido a acreditar &lt;br /&gt;que o amor não se pôs em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me entrego eu não nego... &lt;br /&gt;eu errei mas sou capaz de fazer sua vida melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Tô voltando, não sei quando pra roubar teu coração, &lt;br /&gt;vou chegar no final de mais uma canção.0&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais uma canção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo Camelo - Los Hermanos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91406578?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91406578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91406578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91406578' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91406196</id><published>2003-03-26T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T09:12:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:´(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91406196?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91406196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91406196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91406196' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91405376</id><published>2003-03-26T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T08:34:39.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Vigie seus pensamentos,  porque eles se tornarão palavras;&lt;br /&gt;Vigie suas palavras,  porque elas se tornarão atos;&lt;br /&gt;Vigie seus atos, porque eles  se tornarão seus hábitos;&lt;br /&gt;Vigie seus hábitos, porque  eles se tornarão seu caráter;&lt;br /&gt;Vigie seu caráter, porque ele será o seu destino."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91405376?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91405376' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91405056</id><published>2003-03-26T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T09:03:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Voltar atrás é melhor do que se perder pelo caminho."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91405056?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91405056' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91405015</id><published>2003-03-26T08:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T09:03:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais, descobre que se levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91405015?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91405015' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91405033</id><published>2003-03-26T08:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T09:03:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Alguns anos são necessários para construir um grande edifício... Alguns segundos são necessários para destruí-lo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91405033?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91405033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91405033' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91230903</id><published>2003-03-23T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T14:45:04.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ou q tudo o q balança cai??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91230903?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91230903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91230903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91230903' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91230379</id><published>2003-03-23T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T14:31:19.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas quem disse q tudo o q reluz é ouro??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91230379?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91230379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91230379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91230379' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91229285</id><published>2003-03-23T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T08:39:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem passei o dia tentando adiantar meus trabalhos pra faculdade... Tenho uns 4 só pra esse início de semana e eu nem sei ainda se vou conseguir terminar tudo.... :P&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabei indo ao teatro e na Loud! com a Lu - mesmo tendo essas mil coisas pra fazer - pra distrair a minha cabecinha e tentar começar essa próxima semana bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peça q vimos  foi "O Castiçal", uma comédia BEEEEEEM bacaninha, mas q tem TRÊS horas de duração... Como queríamos (ou melhor, precisávamos...) chegar na Loud! cedo pra conseguirmos estar entre as 50 primeiras e conseguir desconto, não vimos o final da peça e fui quase obrigada pela minha curiosidade a comprar o livrinho com os textos pra eu saber de tudo depois... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já na Loud!, encontrei MUITA  gente conhecida por lá... Gente q, se eu realmente quisesse, eu não encontraria... Loucura. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ponto, foi foda. Mas - como sempre eu tenho um "mas" - eu não estava 100% e já dá pra imaginar como a minha noite terminou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo meio blecow até um dia bonito desses aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;br /&gt;O cara do Riofesta realmente gostou de mim e da Lu... Colocou a nossa foto em destaque no site... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.riofesta.com.br/fts/599/MVC-083S_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a de cordão vermelho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91229285?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91229285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91229285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91229285' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91184900</id><published>2003-03-22T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T14:05:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O mundo tá muito zoneado mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Tá todo mundo sem norte, sem direção... &lt;br /&gt;Fazendo coisas q nunca fariam em sã consciência... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber disso me afeta muito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91184900?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91184900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91184900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91184900' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91184781</id><published>2003-03-22T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:07:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A que &lt;a href="http://www.maskalert.com/" target="blank"&gt;ponto&lt;/a&gt; estamos chegando, meu Deus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91184781?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91184781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91184781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91184781' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91088866</id><published>2003-03-20T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:07:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ligações entre Bush e Esso &lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;a href=" http://www.stopesso.com/funstuff/nose.html" target="blank"&gt;clica aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91088866?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91088866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91088866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91088866' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91088774</id><published>2003-03-20T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:46:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meus verbos de hoje, escritos cronologicamente:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;levantar.desenhar.gostar.querer.correr.fingir.disfarçar.sorrir.pedir.comprar.&lt;br /&gt;lembrar.andar.fazer.desesperar.passar.sentir.sentir.sentir.desejar.chorar.&lt;br /&gt;esvaziar.voltar.amar.rezar.desabar.tentar.pensar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91088774?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91088774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91088774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91088774' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91016918</id><published>2003-03-19T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:11:06.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanta coisa acontecendo ao mesmo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Quanta gente, quantas cenas... Quantas COISAS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91016918?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91016918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91016918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91016918' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91014180</id><published>2003-03-19T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:21:37.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artigo sobre o Sadam &lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/articles/wo_muller031403.asp" target="blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ Claro, dica &lt;a href="http://www.nominimo.com.br" target="blank"&gt;deles&lt;/a&gt; (!!) ]&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.technologyreview.com/articles/images/muller031403.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91014180?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91014180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91014180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91014180' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-91012755</id><published>2003-03-19T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:13:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô amando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tá doendo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-91012755?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91012755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/91012755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91012755' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90884509</id><published>2003-03-17T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T20:36:47.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansada³...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90884509?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90884509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90884509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90884509' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90883685</id><published>2003-03-17T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T20:21:06.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que a estrada se erga ao encontro de seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento esteja sempre às suas costas.&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol brilhe quente sobre sua face.&lt;br /&gt;Que a chuva caia suave sobre seus campos.&lt;br /&gt;E até que nos encontremos de novo, que Deus te guarde na palma da sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;(Bênção Irlandesa)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lugar onde você está precisa de você hoje. (Katharine Logan) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90883685?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90883685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90883685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90883685' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90847193</id><published>2003-03-17T06:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T20:20:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O clima hoje tá perfeito... Friozinho, ventinho de leve... &lt;br /&gt;Nada daquele calor insuportável do verão do Rio... &lt;br /&gt;Tomara q o outono tenha vindo pra ficar (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90847193?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90847193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90847193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90847193' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90823878</id><published>2003-03-16T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T20:56:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A montanha por achar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A montanha por achar &lt;br /&gt;Há-de ter, quando a encontrar, &lt;br /&gt;Um templo aberto na pedra &lt;br /&gt;Da encosta onde nada medra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O santuário que tiver, &lt;br /&gt;Quando o encontrar, há-de ser &lt;br /&gt;Na montanha procurada &lt;br /&gt;E na gruta ali achada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, se ela existe, &lt;br /&gt;Ver-se-á que só consiste &lt;br /&gt;Na procura da verdade, &lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida é só metade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90823878?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90823878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90823878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90823878' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90823850</id><published>2003-03-16T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T20:50:54.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas q saudade de um monte de coisas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90823850?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90823850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90823850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90823850' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90819514</id><published>2003-03-16T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T19:01:25.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Tô vendendo cordões de contas coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser, fala comigo. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90819514?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90819514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90819514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90819514' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90804030</id><published>2003-03-16T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T11:43:56.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tentem falar "viu o q vc me fez fazer" sem rir de vc mesmo (!!)&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dica do Milton, do Dida, do Saulo e do Elton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90804030?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90804030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90804030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90804030' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90802034</id><published>2003-03-16T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T10:25:27.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre a galera q gosta de sofrer, &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT502467-1664,00.html" target="blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90802034?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90802034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90802034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90802034' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90801142</id><published>2003-03-16T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T09:56:24.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ontem foi mais um daqueles dias de reunir o pessoal e aproveitar todos os minutos do dia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve uma "salsichada" lá na casa do Milton, pra queimar o estoque q sobrou da viagem q eles fizeram pra Praia Seca e caramba... Foi muito legal... ;P&lt;br /&gt;Tava quase todo mundo lá, e passamos a tarde inteira batendo papo, comendo e aproveitando mais um dia relax juntos... A Elaine bateu foto de todo mundo com a máquina super profissional q ela arranjou e daqui a pouco elas já devem estar no nosso albinho tb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois resolvemos ir pro show do Paralamas lá em Copa e até q nem tava tão cheio assim. Deu pra ver a show mais ou menos bem, sem muito stress. &lt;br /&gt;Depois, paramos numa padaria por lá mesmo e fizemos um lanchinho, pra completar o espaços q sobraram entre as salsichas. Só depois disso nós pudemos voltar pra casa tranquilos, já com todos os espaços devidamente preenchidos... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90801142?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90801142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90801142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90801142' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90765067</id><published>2003-03-15T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:03:16.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dias melhores SEMPRE virão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom perceber isso, né?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90765067?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90765067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90765067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765067' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90740724</id><published>2003-03-14T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T22:27:02.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O caminho só existe quando você passa".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90740724?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90740724' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90740323</id><published>2003-03-14T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T22:23:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passei por uma ilha ontem. &lt;br /&gt;Será q lá é um bom lugar pra eu pular?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90740323?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90740323' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90740116</id><published>2003-03-14T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T22:16:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aliás, quero mais força no meu nescau, no meu pão, no meu café... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EM TODAS AS REFEIÇÕES (!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa alguma coisa todos os dias serem animados iguais a ontem?! Ou felizes de verdade como alguns meses atrás?! Custa alguma existir consideração em TODOS os momentos, vinda de TODAS as pessoas?! ... Custa?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô começando a encasquetar com aquele pensamento de "quem não me ama não me merece" na cabeça... Na verdade "encasquetar" não é a palavra. É algo mais inevitável q isso... Mas tenho sentido uma necessidade muito grande de saber q eu tenho para as pessoas o mesmo valor q elas têm para mim. Ou pelo menos q elas tem a mesma consideração comigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô com nojo de ser sempre a "coitadinha" da história, de ser a "normal"... De ver um monte de merda em volta q acontecendo, erradas³ e saber q é essa a merda q é valorizada no final das contas...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... Não nasci pra esse mundo não. Tô tentando com todas as minhas forças, me adaptar e relevar as coisas, mas tá ficando foda...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de pular do barco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90740116?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90740116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90740116' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90720950</id><published>2003-03-14T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T15:05:30.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero mais força no meu Nescau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90720950?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90720950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90720950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90720950' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90678042</id><published>2003-03-13T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:44:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O dia de hoje serviu pra muita coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fique registrado apenas q mais uma porta se abriu pra mim e ela parecia levar a um lugar bem aconchegante pra eu ficar... Delicado.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei feliz por isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90678042?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90678042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90678042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90678042' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90674424</id><published>2003-03-13T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:26:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cara... &lt;br /&gt;Que dia legal...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90674424?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90674424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90674424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90674424' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90620351</id><published>2003-03-12T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T22:15:00.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E naaaaaaasce uma estrela (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90620351?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90620351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90620351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90620351' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90606522</id><published>2003-03-12T17:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T18:46:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje foi tão engraçado... &lt;br /&gt;Parece q os motoristas de ônibus combinaram todos de serem gentis comigo (!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De manhã, ASSIM q eu cheguei no ponto, lá pelas 7:25h, já gritava o q dirigiu o meu ônibus de ontem: "Ôôô, minha filha... O seu ônibus das 7:30h acabou de sair. Que pena, né?! (...) Sobe aí q eu vou meter o pé e alcançá-lo lá na frente pra vc!!".&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi lindo?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá fui eu, em uma outra linha, tentar alcançar o outro bus... &lt;br /&gt;Tá bom q não deu certo e eu perdi uns 20 minutos tendo q fazer um outro caminho, mas valeu a intenção... ;)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse, agora a tarde, voltando da EBA, saí correndo atrás de um q passa de 3 em 3 milhões de horas (caraca!! o ônibus demora MESMO!! Foi muita sorte ele estar ali naquela hora...) e dou de cara com um motorista q me conhece há uns 4 anos, mais simpático q não-sei-o-quê...&lt;br /&gt;Rapaz... Ele contou dos filhinhos, falou q quer comprar outro apartamento... Disse até q vai levar uma foto no caçula pra eu ver!! :)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia ter terminado o dia melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os motoristas do mundo podiam ser assim!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90606522?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90606522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90606522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90606522' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90603743</id><published>2003-03-12T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:37:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.smileminutes.com/Army.html" target="blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e saiba como usar "meio" papel higiênico (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90603743?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90603743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90603743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90603743' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90603625</id><published>2003-03-12T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:38:10.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coisas bemmm bacanas, garimpadas do BlogNews do, &lt;a href="http://www.nominimo.com.br" target="blank"&gt;NoMínimo:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thundersnake.com/news.htm" target="blank"&gt;www.thundersnake.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webcaminiraq.org/" target="blank"&gt;a camera to see the faces of irak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orixas.com.br/seuorixa.htm" target="blank"&gt;conheça seu orixá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90603625?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90603625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90603625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90603625' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90602351</id><published>2003-03-12T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:33:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tive q fazer &lt;a href="http://www.genericoincolor.hpg.ig.com.br/teste3.html"&gt;esse&lt;/a&gt; teste tb... :PP&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... Vi lá no blog do &lt;a href="http://thebitch.blogger.com.br/" target="blank"&gt;Gringo&lt;/a&gt; (!!)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://generico.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Que acessório sexual você é?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.genericoincolor.hpg.com.br/testelub.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa-praça, se dá bem com todo mundo e vive amenizando &lt;br /&gt;o ambiente quando a coisa pega fogo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90602351?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90602351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90602351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90602351' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90601851</id><published>2003-03-12T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:39:21.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E parece q a minha fase social está em ampla expansão...&lt;br /&gt;Conheci mais gente hoje por lá e, finalmente, gente da MINHA turma... Teve uns trabalhos meio "grupais" e fui conhecendo um pouquinho mais a galera... Os professores é q gostaram de mim (!!)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90601851?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90601851' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90601476</id><published>2003-03-12T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:08:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei agora da EBA e aproveitei pra dar uma passadinha na Casa Cruz pra levantar alguns preços de alguns materiais... Hunf!! Eu devia era ter coragem pra meter na bolsa e sair andando... Caraca! Um assalto aqueles preços... Tá bom q são mais baratos em relação ao resto, mas nossa senhora... Facadas sequenciais sem dó nem piedade... Cruzes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90601476?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90601476' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90601344</id><published>2003-03-12T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:04:01.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E lá vai dinheiro com material... &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90601344?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90601344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90601344' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90556464</id><published>2003-03-11T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:03:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo uma música agora a pouco, entendi a letra de forma errada (em inglês, claro) e um pensamento muito lógico e bonito me veio à cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou escrever o pensamento todo, óbvio q não... Mas a música era so unsexy, da Alanis... E a minha "divagação" rolou nesse pedacinho aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So unloved for someone so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so boring for someone so interesting&lt;br /&gt;So ignorant for someone of sound mind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito impressionante perceber como algumas pessoas tem o poder (mesmo q temporariamente) de fazer outras se sentirem melhores ou piores no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ isso dá uma tese de mestrado... ]&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90556464?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90556464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90556464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90556464' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90554935</id><published>2003-03-11T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T22:08:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paula... Pq vc confia tanto nas pessoas?!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90554935?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90554935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90554935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90554935' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90544334</id><published>2003-03-11T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T22:10:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E não é q hoje é aniversário da Dani Mullets?!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Acabaram de me avisar. Vai ter festinha pra ela e talz... Paradinhas organizadas antecipadamente... Vai ser legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90544334?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90544334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90544334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90544334' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90540905</id><published>2003-03-11T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T22:11:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria MUITO estar em outro lugar... Em outra posição. Vivendo uma outra vida, mais completa... Mais "minha"... Estou numa fase MUITO, MUITO ecow. Me sentindo realmente mal em relação a algumas coisas q não saem da minha cabeça... Me sentindo fraca... Idiota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero muito voltar ao normal, melhorar disso logo... Mas, do jeito q as coisas estão, ainda demora um pouquinho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar &lt;b&gt;VIVA&lt;/b&gt; até lá.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90540905?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90540905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90540905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90540905' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90538679</id><published>2003-03-11T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T17:26:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faculdade bacana hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, "mais ou menos" define melhor, eu acho... Nem foi tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas conheci uma professora muito legal... Ela é linda, super humilde... Vou gostar muito dela ainda, tenho certeza. Falamos um tempão sobre as faculdades, os enfoques... Conheci os laboratórios... Foi legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só fiquei menos tempo de bobeira no "bacana", pq tava meio de mal humor... Dei até umas patadinhas em algumas pessoas q não devia e tenho q lembrar de me desculpar amanhã... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô meio difícil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90538679?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90538679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90538679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90538679' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90489526</id><published>2003-03-10T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T22:22:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não melhorei ainda daquela minha "tristeza" dos últimos tempos, mas meus amigos estão realmente fazendo a diferença na minha vida esses tempos... Nossa. Como eu gosto dessa gente... Aliás, como eu gosto de GENTE... A ufrj, nesse ponto, me surpreendeu muito hoje. Como tem gente interessante naquele lugar... Vou gostar muito de estudar lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns merecem agradecimentos especiais, mas eu nem posso me arriscar a escrever todos os nomes aqui, pq se eu esquecer de alguém não vou me perdoar... Queria abraçar esse povo todo ao mesmo tempo e tirar milhões de fotos. Ia ser tão legal... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder retribuir logo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90489526?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90489526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90489526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90489526' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90486864</id><published>2003-03-10T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T21:00:39.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quanto mais particular, mais universal"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90486864?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90486864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90486864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90486864' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90486332</id><published>2003-03-10T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T21:00:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me achar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90486332?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90486332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90486332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90486332' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90484616</id><published>2003-03-10T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T20:18:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,,EPT498633-1669,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://epoca.globo.com/especiais_online/2003/03/10_grecia/foto_gd_02.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir pra Grécia amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90484616?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90484616' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90484564</id><published>2003-03-10T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T20:17:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ou de brincar de Gulliverlandia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90484564?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90484564' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90484476</id><published>2003-03-10T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T20:13:13.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas q vontade de me jogar numa piscina de bolas (!!)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90484476?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90484476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90484476' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90482390</id><published>2003-03-10T19:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T19:36:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje??&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despertador - carona - primo - amigos - UFRJ - Cristovam Buarque - amigos - falta de ar - telefonemas - tinta - novos amigos - coceira no braço - ônibus com ar condicionado - açaí - antipatia - conversa inesperada - engenharia - flinch - icq - outros telefonemas - frio na barriga - e-mails - cheiros - (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90482390?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90482390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90482390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90482390' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90420563</id><published>2003-03-09T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T19:45:44.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's it been over a decade?&lt;br /&gt;It still smarts like it was four minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;We only influenced each other totally&lt;br /&gt;We only bruised each other even more so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my blood? You touch me like you are my blood&lt;br /&gt;What are you my dad? You affect me like you are my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl be shackled to you&lt;br /&gt;How long before my dignity is reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl stay haunted by you&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where've you been? I heard you moved to my city&lt;br /&gt;My brother saw you somewhere downtown&lt;br /&gt;I'd be paralyzed if I ran into you&lt;br /&gt;My tongue would seize up if we were to meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my god? You touch me like you are my god&lt;br /&gt;What are you my twin? You affect me like you are my twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a girl be tortured by you?&lt;br /&gt;How long before my dignity is reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;And how long can a girl be haunted by you&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am one room away from where I know you're standing&lt;br /&gt;A well-intentioned man told me you just walked in&lt;br /&gt;This man knows not of how this information has affected me&lt;br /&gt;But he knows the colour of the car I just drove away in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you my kin? You touch me like you are my kin&lt;br /&gt;What are you my air? You affect me like you are my air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinch - Alanis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90420563?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90420563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90420563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90420563' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90383005</id><published>2003-03-09T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T22:01:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou jogar Alex Kidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se passa isso aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90383005?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90383005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90383005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90383005' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90381617</id><published>2003-03-08T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T22:01:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cara... &lt;br /&gt;A urucubaca da tarde conseguiu acabar com os meus planos de aproveitar o último bloco de carnaval do ano, mas não acabou com a minha tarde-inteira, não &lt;b&gt;graças ao Papai&lt;/b&gt;... Fui ver "O pianista" com o Elton lá em Botafogo e foi tudo bastaaaaante legal... Consegui isso, pelo menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, esbarrei com a Soninha [ex-MTV] por lá... Pequeniniiiiiinha, q só ela... Uma graça. Deve ter visto a sessão antes da minha... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme é de chorar, seriamente... Bom pacacete, merece mesmo as milhares de indicações q levou... Só mesmo o motivo do passeio é q não foi muito legal... Mas parece q vai rolar um esforço muito legal dessa figurinha pra me fazer melhorar dessa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom, né.&lt;br /&gt;É sempre legal poder contar com bons amigos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90381617?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90381617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90381617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90381617' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90360683</id><published>2003-03-08T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T22:02:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Espalhei meus sonhos aos seus pés. &lt;br /&gt;Caminhe devagar pois você estará pisando neles"&lt;br /&gt;W.B. YEATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li isso &lt;a href="http://baioque.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90360683?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90360683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90360683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90360683' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90359549</id><published>2003-03-08T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T14:02:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas vc sabe q tudo o q vc conta pra alguém ou escreve no blog não acontece, né??...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90359549?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90359549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90359549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90359549' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90358955</id><published>2003-03-08T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T13:34:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E hoje tão dizendo por aí q vai ter um tal de Bloco do Bafafá, lá no posto 9... &lt;br /&gt;Bacana isso, né?! Já passou o carnaval e a galera ainda continua arrumando confusão... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro q eu vou, né...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha combinado de dar uma voltinha com o Elton por lá mesmo, então só vou ter q encontrar a Luísa e começar a pular. Fácil, fáci... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90358955?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90358955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90358955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90358955' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90358866</id><published>2003-03-08T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T13:28:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu realmente não sei como vai ser essa próxima semana pra mim. &lt;br /&gt;As aulas vão começar e eu vou ter q estar às 8h no Fundão. (...) Sendo q nas últimas duas ou três semanas eu não consigo levantar antes do meio dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser um tal de chegar atrasada todo dia q eu não quero nem ver...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90358866?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90358866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90358866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90358866' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90314194</id><published>2003-03-07T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:44:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra variar, uma parada q eu saí contando como certa e espalhando pra todo mundo, não deve mais acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara. Sério. Acreditem vcs ou não, mas é verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO CONTEM ÀS PESSOAS COISAS Q VCS QUEREM MUITO QUE ACONTEÇA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante, mas sempre dá errado... &lt;br /&gt;:PPPPPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90314194?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90314194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90314194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90314194' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90313214</id><published>2003-03-07T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:19:30.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artigo foda, do Mario Sérgio Conti, &lt;a href="http://nominimo.ibest.com.br/servlet/newstorm.notitia.apresentacao.ServletDeNoticia?codigoDaNoticia=4244&amp;dataDoJornal=atual"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90313214?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90313214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90313214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90313214' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90312036</id><published>2003-03-07T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:24:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caceta... :))&lt;br /&gt;Isso aqui foi muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://euhein.terra.com.br/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vidademixordias.kit.net/bronzelato.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90312036?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90312036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90312036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90312036' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90311224</id><published>2003-03-07T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:00:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem falei nada aqui sobre o carnaval, né...&lt;br /&gt;É... Acho q tava naquele post gigante q o puto do blogger deletou... Blehhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mas é isso... Foi um carnaval-blecow, como de costume, com a diferença q eu estava, além de deprimida, sem dinheiro e sem nada de bom pra fazer. &lt;br /&gt;Acreditem ou não, eu passei o carnaval IN-TEI-RI-NHO com R$25 (!!) E ainda me sobrou R$1,20 pra contar história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Foi tudo muito baratinho, muito simplório mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Passei o final de semana olhando pra minha parede azul (como já contei aqui algumas vezes...), com o olhar vidrado em algum lugar, sem comer e tentando levantar da cama. Não falava com ninguém, além do estritamente necessário... Uma bosta. Até q fui à Lapa acho q na segunda-feira, e a uns dois blocos de carnaval pela zona sul em dias q não me vêm à cabeça agora... Eu, &lt;a href="http://2tonegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luísa&lt;/a&gt; e Felipe (um amigo dessa Luísa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emagreci 4 quilos. Acreditam?? Dá até pra ver aquela divisãozinha da barriga, q só as magrinhas têm. (...) Um arraso.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A quarta-feira de cinzas foi talvez o pior dia da minha vida e só disputa mesmo essa colocação com a quinta. Várias coisas aconteceram e eu passo até mal quando me lembro disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, tô passando mal agora.&lt;br /&gt;Que merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90311224?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90311224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90311224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90311224' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90310811</id><published>2003-03-07T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T14:38:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Frases de George W. Bush.&lt;/b&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu gostaria de ter estudado latim, assim eu poderia me comunicar melhor com  o povo da América Latina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A grande maioria de nossas importações vem de fora do país." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se não tivermos sucesso, corremos o risco de fracassarmos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Holocausto foi um período obsceno na História da nossa nação. Quero dizer, na História deste século. Mas todos vivemos neste século. Eu não vivi  nesse século." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma palavra resume provavelmente a responsabilidade de qualquer  governante.  E essa palavra é 'estar preparado'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu tenho feito bons julgamentos no passado. Eu tenho feito bons julgamentos  no futuro." ( G.W. Bush de Ogun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huahuahahuahu!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Eu não sou parte do problema. Eu sou Republicano." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O futuro será melhor amanhã." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós vamos ter o povo americano melhor educado do  mundo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu mantenho todas as declarações erradas que fiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós temos um firme compromisso com a OTAN.  Nós fazemos parte da OTAN. Nós temos um firme compromisso com a Europa. Nós fazemos parte da Europa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um número baixo de votantes é uma indicação de que  menos pessoas estão a votar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós estamos preparados para qualquer imprevisto que  possa ocorrer ou não."&lt;br /&gt;"Para a NASA, o espaço ainda é alta prioridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O povo americano não quer saber de nenhuma declaração errada que George Bush possa fazer ou não."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não é a poluição que está prejudicando o meio-ambiente. São as impurezas  no ar e na água que fazem isso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É tempo para a raça humana entrar no sistema solar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90310811?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90310811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90310811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90310811' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90283768</id><published>2003-03-07T02:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T02:06:13.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai, meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Será q um template novo resolve?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90283768?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90283768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90283768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90283768' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90242366</id><published>2003-03-06T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:47:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cara... Não adianta mais não... &lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo contra e eu não vou escrever a merda do post GIGANTE q eu tinha escrito aqui e a bosta do blogger apagou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90242366?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90242366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90242366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90242366' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90198057</id><published>2003-03-05T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T19:09:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Putz... Muito boa essa &lt;a href="http://nominimo.ibest.com.br/servlet/newstorm.notitia.apresentacao.ServletDeSecao?codigoDaSecao=5&amp;dataDoJornal=atual" target="blank"&gt;matéria&lt;/a&gt; aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90198057?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90198057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90198057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90198057' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90059221</id><published>2003-03-03T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T14:35:16.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho q acabou por hoje.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90059221?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90059221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90059221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90059221' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90057342</id><published>2003-03-03T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T14:02:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ih!! Olha isso aqui!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT471430-1664,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brigas entre irmãos ajudam no desenvolvimento infantil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for mesmo verdade, eu e minha irmã nos desenvolvemos MUITO bem (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90057342?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90057342' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90057256</id><published>2003-03-03T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:54:21.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente estou conseguindo limpar minha caixa de e-mails... &lt;br /&gt;Alguma pessoa normal consegue ter 94MB só de e-mails?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90057256?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90057256' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90057048</id><published>2003-03-03T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:51:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cruzes...&lt;br /&gt;Quanta notícia velha... :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q só eu mesmo não soube dessas coisas antes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90057048?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90057048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90057048' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90056761</id><published>2003-03-03T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:45:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagina se isso vira moda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT479125-1881,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://epoca.globo.com/edic/246/mdigital2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90056761?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90056761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90056761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90056761' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90053736</id><published>2003-03-03T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:36:24.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voltando aos meus velhos hábitos matinais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT495170-1666,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oficial britânico especialista em situações de conflito diz que lições dos Bálcãs podem ser úteis para enfrentar a violência no Rio"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT491374-1664,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desafiando o sobe-e-desce do oceano no Atol das Rocas, fotógrafo lança livro com a maior coleção de imagens da reserva biológica mais isolada do Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epoca.globo.com/especiais_online/2003/02/24_atol/foto_gd_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT492897-1661,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Norah Jones é destaque no Grammy e leva oito prêmios&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT491389-1664,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A história da família que mora num sanitário público adaptado para virar "casa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT441567-1664,00.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Transexuais saem do armário e a ciência mostra que a mudança de sexo não é perversão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra tirar o atraso dos meus dias de olhar parado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90053736?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90053736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90053736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90053736' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90053404</id><published>2003-03-03T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T12:40:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá bom, tá bom.... &lt;br /&gt;Tô amarga demais pra passar o carnaval. Eu sei. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje parece q as coisas amanheceram menos piores do que ontem... Já até combinei alguma coisa pra fazer à noite. Acreditam?? Ao q tudo indica, vai ser bem legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menos q dê tudo errado em cima da hora, vou me desafogar das minhas problemáticas psico-blecow-blecow (pra não dizer a verdade) essa noite...&lt;br /&gt;Torçam por mim. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90053404?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90053404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90053404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90053404' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777582.post-90023108</id><published>2003-03-02T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T22:23:32.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devo ser a única idiota online no carnaval... Hunf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém entrar aqui nesses dias, escreve alguma coisa aqui pra eu não me sentir tão mal assim...&lt;br /&gt;:PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777582-90023108?l=maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90023108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777582/posts/default/90023108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisunsblablablas.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90023108' title=''/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754871927945672935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
