<?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-6121592842492687601</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:31:42.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>debaixo dos caracóis... dos meus cabelos...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-4830665913495014846</id><published>2010-04-05T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:02:07.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança...</title><content type='html'>Um moooonte de coisas aconteceu, a grande maioria pra melhor (ainda bem!), inclusive mudanças de blog... a nova "casa" agora é aqui: &lt;a href="http://milenapessoa.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://milenapessoa.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/S7pA02ADtlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gsCTQLClb1A/s1600/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/S7pA02ADtlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gsCTQLClb1A/s320/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745175105910354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-4830665913495014846?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4830665913495014846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=4830665913495014846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4830665913495014846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4830665913495014846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2010/04/mudanca.html' title='Mudança...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/S7pA02ADtlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gsCTQLClb1A/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6937505782223092872</id><published>2009-09-11T16:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:51:22.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash mob</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flash Mobs&lt;/span&gt; são aglomerações de pessoas em um local público, para realizar determinada ação inusitada, previamente combinada, logo depois as pessoas se dispersam como se nada tivesse acontecido. Geralmente essas reuniões são combinadas/organizadas através de e-mails ou de redes sociais/virtuais. Muitas vezes pra fazer coisas tolas como guerra de travesseiros na praça, baixar as calças no metrô... os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flash mobs&lt;/span&gt; podem ser de um tudo!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Esse aqui do vídeo foi uma ação feita pelo programa da &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/index"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;, aquela apresentadora que aqui no Brasil a gente acompanha pelo &lt;a href="http://gnt.globo.com/The-Oprah-Winfrey-Show/index.html"&gt;GNT&lt;/a&gt;, top das tops no States, Oprah arrasa e o vídeo atesta isso. Confiram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object data="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361" width="403" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6937505782223092872?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6937505782223092872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6937505782223092872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6937505782223092872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6937505782223092872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/09/flash-mob.html' title='Flash mob'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1487815679847248542</id><published>2009-07-29T12:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:04:28.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do orkut .: 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SnBxpGEkbmI/AAAAAAAAAww/Zx6pwI_CR2E/s1600-h/02x09+addison+wtf+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SnBxpGEkbmI/AAAAAAAAAww/Zx6pwI_CR2E/s200/02x09+addison+wtf+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363912107016613474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Orkut:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Devemos ser a mudança que queremos ver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Diááá... óia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episódio 04x13 (Grey's Anatomy):&lt;br /&gt;- Addison &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(personagem favorita de Grey's ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be the change you want to see in life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzie: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you just quote Gandhi to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu digo é valha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1487815679847248542?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1487815679847248542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1487815679847248542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1487815679847248542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1487815679847248542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-orkut-4.html' title='Do orkut .: 4'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SnBxpGEkbmI/AAAAAAAAAww/Zx6pwI_CR2E/s72-c/02x09+addison+wtf+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-5018245928885127810</id><published>2009-07-24T13:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:37:12.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Motion²</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="244"&gt;Eu até já mostrei esse tipo de animação &lt;a href="http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-motion-um-dos-melhores_15.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, mas são tantas legais que não me canso! Mais um!!! *esse eu vi via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/walterlongo"&gt;twitter do Walter Longo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="244"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVaL9gCTqY0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVaL9gCTqY0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-5018245928885127810?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5018245928885127810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=5018245928885127810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5018245928885127810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5018245928885127810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-motion.html' title='Stop Motion²'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-5414476385151570896</id><published>2009-07-23T16:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:38:56.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrada em casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="382" height="309"&gt;Não que eu esteja pensando em casar, mas... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preciso disso! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ameeeeei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="382" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-5414476385151570896?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5414476385151570896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=5414476385151570896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5414476385151570896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5414476385151570896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/entrada-em-casamento.html' title='Entrada em casamento'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-422137321338231266</id><published>2009-07-14T12:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:37:04.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Tati</title><content type='html'>Porque ontem (13/07) foi aniversário da &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tatianaaz"&gt;Tati&lt;/a&gt;, e eu desejei felicidades de todos os modos que a tecnologia me permitiu! Aqui mais um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec19b59d52807c75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec19b59d52807c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331649135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4972894AB8BE188E89987BF6FEF110B66995E2BD.4C94505D0FCA8C9432C53FC45F5375497FAF54DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec19b59d52807c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfJLUzYWbi93TIYRvVpsPrnYEoVM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec19b59d52807c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331649135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4972894AB8BE188E89987BF6FEF110B66995E2BD.4C94505D0FCA8C9432C53FC45F5375497FAF54DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec19b59d52807c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfJLUzYWbi93TIYRvVpsPrnYEoVM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para a pessoa que tem &lt;a href="http://www.futura.org.br/main.asp?View=%7BD2EF690E-49AB-498F-9011-7957E4D9F702%7D&amp;amp;Team=&amp;amp;params=itemID=%7BFAD0983A-57BF-426F-B3C4-9581991EF023%7D%3B&amp;amp;UIPartUID=%7BD90F22DB-05D4-4644-A8F2-FAD4803C8898%7D"&gt;o mehor trabalho do mundo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-422137321338231266?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/422137321338231266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=422137321338231266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/422137321338231266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/422137321338231266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-tati.html' title='Para a Tati'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6183642101279161832</id><published>2009-06-20T00:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:40:21.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super roubei, na cara dura, esse post da &lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paula&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ameeeeeei d+++++!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi uma ação da &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/"&gt;T-Mobile:&lt;/a&gt; 13.500 pessoas cantando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, Jude&lt;/span&gt; em plena Trafalgar Square, no centro de Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que senti um nó na garganta... e não sei porque mas corais, ou "mó galera" cantando junto sempre me emociona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="365" height="294"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=213102&amp;amp;start_loading=false&amp;amp;start_paused=true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" src="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=213102&amp;amp;start_loading=false&amp;amp;start_paused=true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="365" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6183642101279161832?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6183642101279161832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6183642101279161832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6183642101279161832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6183642101279161832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-jude.html' title='Hey, Jude'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6499251008503328007</id><published>2009-04-15T11:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:55:44.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Motion - um dos melhores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stop motion é um modalidade de animação que utiliza modelos reais em diversos materiais, dentro dos mais comuns, está a massa de modelar... os modelos são movimentados e fotografados quadro a quadro. Estes quadros são posteriormente montados em uma película cinematográfica, criando a impressão de movimento. Nesta fase podem ser acrescentados efeitos sonoros como fala ou música. Um dos muitos filmes feito com a técnica de stop motion foi &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBkH-PjOBm0"&gt;O Estranho Mundo de Jack &lt;/a&gt;(1993), de Tim Burton. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kupxQIz7Amo"&gt;A Fuga das Galinhas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvlkHgUqfOc"&gt;A Noiva Cadáve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvlkHgUqfOc"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrqRv0s5McU"&gt;Wallace e Gromit&lt;/a&gt; são exemplos de filmes em stop motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi5rhAh2uDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi5rhAh2uDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6499251008503328007?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6499251008503328007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6499251008503328007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6499251008503328007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6499251008503328007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-motion-um-dos-melhores_15.html' title='Stop Motion - um dos melhores'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6777032552520982228</id><published>2009-04-15T11:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:39:10.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme comercial da Vivo</title><content type='html'>Fantástica propaganda da "Vivo - Conexão como nenhuma outra" com trilha de "Vampire Weekend - M79". O filme é uma criação da &lt;a href="http://yr.updateordie.com/"&gt;Y&amp;amp;R&lt;/a&gt;. O comercial destaca um rapaz que consegue um  lindo presente para a namorada usando seus contatos e um celular. A intenção é enfatizar que conexão de qualidade é muito importante nos relacionamentos. Uma frase citada no filme diz: "Conectado você pode mais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música do filme você &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=1826158&amp;amp;song=M79"&gt;baixa aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Making of tá &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCIhYZZLxXQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5IQKwl0QvE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5IQKwl0QvE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6777032552520982228?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6777032552520982228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6777032552520982228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6777032552520982228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6777032552520982228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/filme-comercial-da-vivo.html' title='Filme comercial da Vivo'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-2371219279627152930</id><published>2009-04-13T02:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:32:18.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai que vida...</title><content type='html'>Sempre assistível, com direito a muitas gargalhadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zfypOwnKrc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-2371219279627152930?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2371219279627152930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=2371219279627152930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2371219279627152930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2371219279627152930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-que-vida.html' title='Ai que vida...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-3845701201622769643</id><published>2009-04-11T09:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:13:46.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Personare * 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SeCSrcELJaI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uTfHkjzl5TY/s1600-h/image0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SeCSrcELJaI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uTfHkjzl5TY/s320/image0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323416034517656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste período, que vai de 11/04 (Hoje) a 13/04, a passagem do Sol pelo setor das crises pessoais e a Lua na Casa 3 pode favorecer - e muito - que você ponha para fora questões emocionais que vêm lhe incomodando, e discuta com as partes envolvidas as coisas que lhe sufocam e que você deseja resolver. Tende a ser um período levemente crítico, mas não exatamente complicado ou problemático. Mas as questões virão à tona, convém não se esquivar delas! É um bom momento para começar um trabalho de análise ou de auto-reflexão, que lhe permita tomar decisões resolutivas num futuro próximo. Atente também para o fato de que é bem provável que você venha a tomar conhecimento, neste período, de problemas e questões difíceis de irmãos, amigos ou parentes, que você precisará ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, que sempre fico com uma pulga atrás da orelha quando o assunto é astrologia... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mermam, e eu num me arrepiei todinha quando li isso!!! &lt;/span&gt;Como diz uma amiga: "acho que só o personare me entende", e esse trânsito astrológico foi "dé mais"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-3845701201622769643?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3845701201622769643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=3845701201622769643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3845701201622769643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3845701201622769643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-personare-2.html' title='Do Personare * 2'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SeCSrcELJaI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uTfHkjzl5TY/s72-c/image0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-2470024157592820179</id><published>2009-04-07T18:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:59:07.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale mais que um trocado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*não, esse blog não é um blog SÓ de utilidade pública, mas TAMBÉM de utilidade pública...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SdvMf8cwwpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rovnkzx88Og/s1600-h/221-retratog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SdvMf8cwwpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rovnkzx88Og/s320/221-retratog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072233843147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dinheiro eu não tenho, mas estou aqui com uma caixa cheia de livros. Quer um?" Repeti essa oferta a pedintes, artistas circenses e vendedores ambulantes, pessoas de todas as idades que fazem dos congestionamentos da cidade de São Paulo o cenário de seu ganha-pão. A ideia surgiu de uma combinação com os colegas de NOVA ESCOLA: em vez de dinheiro, eu ofereceria um livro a quem me abordasse - e conferiria as reações...  (Rodrigo Ratier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei fantástico, confere o restante da história &lt;a href="http://revistaescola.abril.uol.com.br/gestao-escolar/diretor/vale-mais-trocado-432764.shtml"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-2470024157592820179?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2470024157592820179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=2470024157592820179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2470024157592820179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2470024157592820179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/04/vale-mais-que-um-trocado.html' title='Vale mais que um trocado'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SdvMf8cwwpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rovnkzx88Og/s72-c/221-retratog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-8768800018350382745</id><published>2009-03-27T13:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:41:00.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do Planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movimento mundial de combate ao aquecimento global, a Hora do Planeta acontecerá pela primeira vez no Brasil. O &lt;a href="http://www.wwf.org.br/informacoes/horadoplaneta/"&gt;WWF-Brasil&lt;/a&gt; convida toda a população a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apagar as luzes em 28 de março de 2009&lt;/span&gt; por uma hora - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre 20h30 e 21h30&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJM1orpQiZE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJM1orpQiZE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-8768800018350382745?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8768800018350382745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=8768800018350382745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8768800018350382745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8768800018350382745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hora-do-planeta.html' title='Hora do Planeta'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6716907679173245571</id><published>2009-03-09T01:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:40:50.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do orkut .: 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SbSdi0MNfRI/AAAAAAAAArw/Q1eww2G-4A0/s1600-h/anne+geddes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SbSdi0MNfRI/AAAAAAAAArw/Q1eww2G-4A0/s320/anne+geddes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311043082027629842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do orkut:&lt;br /&gt;"Pratique exercícios hoje"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;houston!? tá de sacanagem, né!? wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6716907679173245571?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6716907679173245571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6716907679173245571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6716907679173245571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6716907679173245571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-orkut-3.html' title='Do orkut .: 3'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SbSdi0MNfRI/AAAAAAAAArw/Q1eww2G-4A0/s72-c/anne+geddes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-2360837151823111284</id><published>2009-01-21T11:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:28:05.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, We Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SXcw3KhqrqI/AAAAAAAAArg/19WCVTFisyk/s1600-h/Obama+Lego+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SXcw3KhqrqI/AAAAAAAAArg/19WCVTFisyk/s320/Obama+Lego+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293753611273809570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posse de Barack Obama versão lego.&lt;br /&gt;Change, change, change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-2360837151823111284?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2360837151823111284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=2360837151823111284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2360837151823111284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2360837151823111284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes, We Can!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SXcw3KhqrqI/AAAAAAAAArg/19WCVTFisyk/s72-c/Obama+Lego+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-3008211990687868963</id><published>2008-12-29T23:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:34:01.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou, boa sorte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SVmEH07G4wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_hs61lF8W1w/s1600-h/senhor+do+bonfim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SVmEH07G4wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_hs61lF8W1w/s320/senhor+do+bonfim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400907696497410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É só isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;São só palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não mudará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou mais um ano, e sinceramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;VAI TARDE 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou &lt;a href="http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/03/memrias-do-melhor-trabalho-do-mundo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;MARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no entanto de uns meses pra cá... ow bagaceira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que ainda acredito em tudo e em todos &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(bonzinho só se fode!)&lt;/span&gt;, já estava achando que a ziquizira do ano tinha a ver com um das fitinhas do Senhor do Bonfim que caiu do meu braço. Eu sei que elas caem mesmo, mas eu não consigo lembrar o que pedi nos nózinhos. Sei lá, vai ver o santo achou que eu não lembrava, não dava importância pra &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fita_do_Bonfim"&gt;simpatia &lt;/a&gt;e resolveu botar caé na situação. O fato é que ela tinha 1 ano e meio aqui no meu braço e caiu, mas deixou a outra companheira, com 2 anos e meio, firme e forte! Se bem que lendo sobre as fitinhas, vi que se ela rompe, espontaneamente, é porque os desejos ou pedidos serão atendidos. Então... ainda há uma chance, ops! 3 chances, de meu 2009 superar as expectativas! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que venha o ano novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-3008211990687868963?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3008211990687868963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=3008211990687868963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3008211990687868963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3008211990687868963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/acabou-boa-sorte.html' title='Acabou, boa sorte!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SVmEH07G4wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_hs61lF8W1w/s72-c/senhor+do+bonfim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-4175956844755860508</id><published>2008-12-29T22:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:49:33.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu nunca gostei muito do Woody Allen, apesar da nossa paixão em comum por Nova Iorque. Mas curiosamente, foi só ele sair de Manhattan, arrumar as malas rumo à Barcelona pra eu me render! Adorei &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/"&gt;"Vicky Cristina Barcelona"&lt;/a&gt;! Saí do cinema sem conseguir conter o sorriso no rosto, incluindo Barcelona na lista do meu mochilão pela Europa... rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que apresenta conflitos existenciais e amorosos, o filme é leve e engraçado, com uma &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/78129459/a7e6ee79/VickyCristinaBarcelona__Giulia__Los_Tellarini_-_Barcelona_.html"&gt;trilha &lt;/a&gt;"saltitante"&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que dá vontade de sair dançando de saia rodada e tudo. E mesmo que eu não curta a vibe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Scarlett Johansson, tem um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Javier Bardem muy sexy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e uma Penelope Cruz passional &lt;/span&gt;impagável! Hablando español e speaking english hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barcelona te estás equivocando,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no puedes seguir ignorando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que el mundo sea otra cosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y volar como mariposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39PuFOTjtk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/39PuFOTjtk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella tiene el poder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-4175956844755860508?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4175956844755860508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=4175956844755860508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4175956844755860508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4175956844755860508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/vicky-cristina-barcelona.html' title='Vicky Cristina Barcelona'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7693425935484095975</id><published>2008-12-01T16:31:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:39:19.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>supermercado.com, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/STQ8d4askfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2mCeACQSMHU/s1600-h/supermercado+on+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/STQ8d4askfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2mCeACQSMHU/s320/supermercado+on+line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274907547615924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazer surpermercado definitivamente não é a minha praia. Eu até gosto de comprar minhas coisinhas, escolher shampoo, creme para pentear, hidratante... também adooooro a sessão de sabão (a minha mãe não entende essa loucura, mas eu dou o maior valor ao cheiro de sabão...). Acontece que ir ao supermercado é um tanto estressante. Eu sei que depende do dia, do horário, mas a grande maioria das pessoas que trabalha dois expedientes, como a minha mãe (com quem eu vou ao supermercado, ou por quem eu vou) faz compras no sábado de manhã ou à tarde. Vamos lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Você chega e logo de cara já se estressa com a vaga no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estacionamento&lt;/span&gt;, porque algum folgado deixou um carrinho no meio da vaga &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(de outra vez eu falo nesse lance de cada um por si e Deus por todos)&lt;/span&gt;. Daí ou você espera que alguém retire o carrinho, ou você tem que descer do carro e fazer você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Conseguir um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carrinho obediente&lt;/span&gt;, que não tenha vontade própria. Sabe aquele que você direciona pras frutas e insiste em ir pras carnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fila&lt;/span&gt;: não, não é a do caixa ainda... chegamos agora. É fila pra pegar queijo, presunto, carne... se você deixar o carrinho um segundo enquanto pega bem ali uma margarina, a pessoa logo atrás fica injuriada, passa na sua frente e ainda é capaz de soltar um "Foi namorar perdeu o lugar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; A fila do caixa é uma coisa... no sábado então... dá pra repensar essa e outras vidas fácil fácil... são horas de espera, vc morrendo de fome, sede &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(é proibido consumir qualquer coisa dentro do estabelecimento), &lt;/span&gt;a secretária tá em casa só esperando o queijo pra colocar na lasanha, e a bobina do papel da nota acaba bem na sua vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Torça pra nenhum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engraçadinho &lt;/span&gt;de bermudão, descalço e carregando uma garrafa de rum e outra de coca-cola aparecer: "ei tia, deixa eu passar na sua frente, é só isso aqui ó". Ahhh.. tenha a santa paciência, não conhece o caixa de pequenas compras não, meu filho!? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;E "tia" é o caralho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leva e traz&lt;/span&gt;: você escolhe as coisas que quer e pôe no carrinho, às vezes ensacadas como é o caso das verduras e frutas, depois você tira do carrinho e pôe na esteira do caixa,  daqui você as coloca em sacolas plásticas ou numa ecobag &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(se vc é descolado e já aderiu ao movimento)&lt;/span&gt;; devolve pro mesmo carrinho pra daqui retirar tudo novamente e passar pro seu carro; chegando em casa ou no apartamento (meu caso) vc coloca tudo dentro de outro carrinho pra subir no elevador; se não tiver elevador... &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(putz.. quero nem imaginar!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;J&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;á na cozinha... é mãos à obra e começar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lavar &lt;/span&gt;quase tudo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antes de guardar.&lt;/span&gt; Sim, porque o Dr. Bactéria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enlouquece qualquer um com esse lance de que as bactérias dominam o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Ai... cansei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. sim! Por isso o título do post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"supermercado.com, please!"&lt;/span&gt; Hoje em dia compra-se tudo pela internet, paga-se conta e tudo mais, você escolheria tudo o que pudesse e eles entregariam na sua casa! Fantástico não?! Não sei por aí, mas aqui em Teresina, ainda não vi disso, mas quando tiver... ahh meu bem... tô feita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7693425935484095975?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7693425935484095975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7693425935484095975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7693425935484095975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7693425935484095975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/supermercadocom-please.html' title='supermercado.com, please!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/STQ8d4askfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2mCeACQSMHU/s72-c/supermercado+on+line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-9158006563250682891</id><published>2008-11-13T13:42:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:59:03.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm  still believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SRxcSX1L2aI/AAAAAAAAApo/X7Qp2MfoK1A/s1600-h/menina+triste+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SRxcSX1L2aI/AAAAAAAAApo/X7Qp2MfoK1A/s320/menina+triste+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187134821128610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doubts, questions, questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;should i step forward the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and doing this... am I the goofy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are they the bad guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doubts, questions, questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i don't think they deserve neither this...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*só porque quando eu fico muuuuito puta, tenho vontade de xingar em inglês kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-9158006563250682891?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/9158006563250682891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=9158006563250682891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/9158006563250682891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/9158006563250682891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-im-still-believing.html' title='And I&apos;m  still believing'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SRxcSX1L2aI/AAAAAAAAApo/X7Qp2MfoK1A/s72-c/menina+triste+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7420530182162967112</id><published>2008-10-12T12:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:11:02.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu era criança, criança, bem criança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;eu era assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SPITTA6bYHI/AAAAAAAAApI/nIwHaCthOHI/s1600-h/quando+eu+era+crian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SPITTA6bYHI/AAAAAAAAApI/nIwHaCthOHI/s320/quando+eu+era+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256284932478296178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*noossa...como meu cabelo mudou!&lt;br /&gt;**e nem me perguntem, porq eu não sei explicar esse estilo Gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Costa (foto rosa) rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7420530182162967112?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7420530182162967112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7420530182162967112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7420530182162967112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7420530182162967112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-eu-era-criana-criana-bem-criana.html' title='Quando eu era criança, criança, bem criança...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SPITTA6bYHI/AAAAAAAAApI/nIwHaCthOHI/s72-c/quando+eu+era+crian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-8773199049282580053</id><published>2008-10-08T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:29:33.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do orkut .: 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SO1r-wEbbTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vcmJr-qx7kY/s1600-h/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SO1r-wEbbTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vcmJr-qx7kY/s200/ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254975066010774834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Em breve você mudará seu método de trabalho atual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihhh meu bem... tá atrasado, hein!?&lt;br /&gt;Já foi ó! Quase uma semana que até o céu tá mais azul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-8773199049282580053?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8773199049282580053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=8773199049282580053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8773199049282580053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8773199049282580053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-orkut-2.html' title='Do orkut .: 2'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SO1r-wEbbTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vcmJr-qx7kY/s72-c/ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1114603318913786084</id><published>2008-10-03T15:04:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:38:56.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre como deveria ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo tipo de cobrança é um pé no saco!&lt;/strong&gt; E não falo só daquelas que vem bem educadas, te chamam de Sra., são sutis, quase pedem desculpa pelo incômodo, mas &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"pagaoquemedevefilhodaputa"&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"ainda não fez aquilo?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobrança no trabalho, de amizade, da sociedade... Tudo bem que às vezes tem gente que precisa de um empurrãozinho pra pegar no tranco &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(me too).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De qualquer forma: &lt;strong&gt;Liberdade sim! Fazer o social não!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Putaquepariu,&lt;/span&gt; todo mundo tem seu tempo, slow down minha gente. E olha que eu não tenho muita paciência com gente lerda não. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Vou tentar mudar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando da parte do dinheiro... as pessoas tem que ter consciência do que devem, ou pelo menos deveriam ter. Isso diminuiria o stress de ambos os lados e perpetuaria a amizade entre as espécies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém devia mandar fazer um serviço sem perguntar o preço antes. Eu não ouso chegar numa loja, e duas horas depois de passar o rodo nos sapatos lindos e maravilhosos, mandar embalar alguns pra presente, já no caixa dizer: “Quanto?! Nam, minha filha, diabé isso? E é banhado a ouro?! Tá muito caro! Vou levar não. Vão explorar outra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala sério! &lt;strong&gt;Porque não perguntou antes?!&lt;/strong&gt; Pouparia duas horas de expectativa e as canelas da coitada da vendedora que já sonhava com a gorda comissão no final do mês, e agora só resta levar tudo de volta pro estoque. E quiçá ficar com peso na consciência pelo valor das coisas, quando a vilã da história é aquela lá que não perguntou antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sim, adoro ditos populares e aprendo muito com eles; portanto, pra finalizar:&lt;br /&gt;“Passarim que come pedra sabe o c.u. que tem.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ou pelo menos deveria saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1114603318913786084?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1114603318913786084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1114603318913786084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1114603318913786084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1114603318913786084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobre-como-deveria-ser.html' title='Sobre como deveria ser'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1780632749047903445</id><published>2008-10-03T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:49:13.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A covardia sob pressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrancando canto de unha, na verdade querendo comer uma coisa doce bem gostosa. &lt;strong&gt;Minha ansiedade é assim.&lt;/strong&gt; E essa semana foi especialmente ansiosa. Embora alguns muitos episódios anteriores digam o contrário, cheguei à conclusão de que sou &lt;strong&gt;covarde&lt;/strong&gt; pra um monte de coisas, &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; funciono bem &lt;strong&gt;sob pressão&lt;/strong&gt;, e nem sei dar pressão (já basta a arterial me dando dor de cabeça). No meu caso uma coisa tem tudo a ver com a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1780632749047903445?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1780632749047903445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1780632749047903445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1780632749047903445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1780632749047903445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/10/covardia-sob-presso.html' title='A covardia sob pressão'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-8470191285732926803</id><published>2008-09-29T09:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:04:34.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como meu blog tá surtando geral, e ainda não sei o motivo, vai aqui um roubo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundodenat.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-little-dream-of-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;da Natália&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sobre a volta de&lt;/span&gt; Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt; Assino em baixo d+++++!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-8470191285732926803?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8470191285732926803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=8470191285732926803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8470191285732926803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8470191285732926803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/grey-is-back.html' title='Grey is back!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-5407174073939039149</id><published>2008-09-26T19:22:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:57:06.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamo simbora prum bar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SN1kpRk5RwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/CuwSw9GbMnQ/s1600-h/martini+splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250463400839431938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SN1kpRk5RwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/CuwSw9GbMnQ/s200/martini+splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Por que será que é mais fácil freqüentar um bar do que uma academia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vantagem numérica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem mais bares do que academias.Logo, é mais fácil encontrar um bar no seu caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1x0 pro bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ambiente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No bar, todo mundo está alegre. É o lugar onde a dureza do dia-a-diaamolece no primeiro gole de cerveja. Na academia, todo mundo fica suando, carregando peso, bufando e fazendocara feia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amizade simples e sincera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No bar, ninguém fica reparando se você está usando o tênis da moda.Os companheiros do bar só reparam se o seu copo está cheio ou vazio. 3x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compaixão: Você já ganhou alguma saideira na academia? Alguém já te deu uma semana de ginástica de graça? No bar, com certeza, você já ganhou uma cerveja 'na faixa'. 4x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liberdade: Você pode falar palavrão na academia? 5x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Libertinagem e democracia: No bar, você pode dividir um banco com outra pessoa do sexo oposto, oudo mesmo sexo, problema é seu... Na academia, dividir um aparelho dá até briga. 6x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saúde: Você já viu um 'barista' (freqüentador de bar) reclamando de doresmusculares, joelho bichado, tendinite? 7x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudosismo: Alguém já tocou a sua música romântica preferida na academia? É só 'bate-estaca', né? 8x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emoção: Onde você comemora a vitória do seu time? No bar ou na academia? 9x0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memória: Você já aprontou algo na academia digno de contar para os seus netos? 10x0 pro BAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENTÃO VAMOS PRO BAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Você já fez amizade com alguém bebendo Gatorade???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-5407174073939039149?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5407174073939039149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=5407174073939039149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5407174073939039149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5407174073939039149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/vamo-simbora-prum-bar.html' title='Vamo simbora prum bar...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SN1kpRk5RwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/CuwSw9GbMnQ/s72-c/martini+splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1470309246045282588</id><published>2008-09-23T13:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:36:13.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A respeito do post anterior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkbZ-kmwUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YE0F3m46nkM/s1600-h/zecabaleiro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkbZ-kmwUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YE0F3m46nkM/s200/zecabaleiro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249256973784236354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recado do Zeca pra Alice aqui acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai de madureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se não tem água Perrier eu não vou me aperrear&lt;br /&gt;Se tiver o que comer, não precisa caviar&lt;br /&gt;Se faltar molho rosé, no dendê vou me acabar&lt;br /&gt;Se não tem Moet Candon, cachaça vai apanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece Ilhas Caiman deposita em Paquetá&lt;br /&gt;Se não pinta um Cordon Bleu, cabidela e vatapá&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem Las Vegas, vai no bingo de Irajá&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem Beverly Hills, mora no BNH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não pode, quem não pode&lt;br /&gt;Nova York, vai de Madureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não tem Empório Armani&lt;br /&gt;Não importa vou na Creuza costureira do oitavo andar&lt;br /&gt;Se não rola aquele almoço no Fasano&lt;br /&gt;Vou na vila, vou comer a feijoada da Zilá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ponho Reebok no meu samba&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sola do meu Bamba chegar ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra ouvir, clica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" href="http://app.radio.musica.uol.com.br/radiouol/cdcapa.php?artista=Zeca-Baleiro&amp;amp;album=O-Corac%C3%83%C2%A3o-do-Homem-Bomba&amp;amp;codcd=010404-8"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1470309246045282588?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1470309246045282588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1470309246045282588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1470309246045282588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1470309246045282588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/recado-do-zeca-pra-alice-aqui-acordar.html' title='A respeito do post anterior...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkbZ-kmwUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YE0F3m46nkM/s72-c/zecabaleiro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-568977695403028910</id><published>2008-09-23T12:34:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:58:02.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não vou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkZkf4YreI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nPLxAjJY-N0/s1600-h/shows+bacanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249254955501006306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkZkf4YreI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nPLxAjJY-N0/s400/shows+bacanas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 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Essa é a palavra que me define hoje, ao dar uma fuçada na internet e ver a quantidade de shows bacanas que vai ter no eixo Rio – São Paulo e, claro, como a maioria dos pobres mortais, estagiários, sofridos, lascados, individados... eu não vou...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu sei, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;momento futilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mas... bem que poderia acontecer de eu ganhar na mega sena, loto fácil e eu ia meeeermo dar uma de chic e raiar pelas bandas de lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viafunchal.com.br/shows.asp?ID=347"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com.br/shwReleaseDetail.cfm?releaseID=1977"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viafunchal.com.br/shows.asp?ID=356"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R.E.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viafunchal.com.br/shows.asp?ID=336"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viafunchal.com.br/shows.asp?ID=360"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viafunchal.com.br/shows.asp?ID=354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sem falar na rainha do PoP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.ticketmaster.com.br/shwArtistaDestaques.cfm?artistaID=353"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-size:100%;" &gt;(se bem que, pra esse aqui, ainda há possibilidades: dedos cruzados então!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-568977695403028910?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/568977695403028910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=568977695403028910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/568977695403028910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/568977695403028910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-no-vou.html' title='Eu não vou!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNkZkf4YreI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nPLxAjJY-N0/s72-c/shows+bacanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1651127234280141981</id><published>2008-09-23T09:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:26:25.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Veja como estão crescidos trigêmeos de F. Bernardes"?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geeente! Houston!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra o desejo de todas as mães corujas, segundo o qual seus filhinhos seriam crianças pra sempre, debaixo de suas asas protetoras, longe de qualquer perigo e tal, mas... os pequenos crescem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filhos únicos, gêmeos, trigêmeos... todos eles um dia crescem e ganham o mundo! Isso não é novidade pra ninguém, imagina pra "F. Bernardes". Queria dizer não, mas...imagina esse trio adolescente... são três vezes mais notícias desse nipe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL768241-9798,00-VEJA+COMO+ESTAO+CRESCIDOS+OS+TRIGEMEOS+DE+FATIMA+BERNARDES.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1651127234280141981?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1651127234280141981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1651127234280141981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1651127234280141981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1651127234280141981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/veja-como-esto-crescidos-trigmeos-de-f.html' title='&quot;Veja como estão crescidos trigêmeos de F. Bernardes&quot;?!?!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7897319803255584473</id><published>2008-09-23T00:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:21:16.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o chefe passa dos limites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNhg47o3cFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-IFCE361HtM/s1600-h/806122_28976883.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249051896898351186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNhg47o3cFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-IFCE361HtM/s200/806122_28976883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Artigo super interessante sobre ambiente de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E se Deus quiser, eu saio dessa jogada ilesa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;não há empresa perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, todo mundo já sabe. Mas quando um profissional entra numa organização, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o mínimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; que ele espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;é ser tratado com respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; profissionalismo e ética. De fato, em muitas delas esses valores são levados rigidamente a sério. Em outras, nem tanto. E neste segundo caso, quem está no poder usa a autoridade de forma negativa, muitas vezes passando dos limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse tipo de assédio, diferente do que muita gente pensa, não é exclusividade de pequenas e médias empresas. Luciana, que prefere não ser identificada com seu nome verdadeiro, é uma prova de que grandes corporações também são palcos para falta de maturidade e profissionalismo. Ela trabalhou mais de dois anos numa instituição financeira internacional e passou poucas e boas com a chefia. "Em momentos de estresse, além dos gritos, ouvíamos também xingamentos como: 'Como você é burro!', 'Você não pensa?' ou 'Sai daqui agora, não quero ouvir mais nada!'", conta a publicitária, que diz que não existia momento e nem local especifico para esse tipo de atitude por parte dos chefes. "Isso acontecia na frente de quem fosse - de outros colegas ou mesmo de fornecedores", lembra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tratamento, um tanto quanto desconfortável, fazia parte da rotina e não era uma antipatia com Luciana apenas - todos os outros funcionários sofriam com as mesmas ofensas e tinham queixas idênticas. "Quatro pessoas da minha equipe saíram por não estarem agüentando mais o ritmo de gritos, confusões e falta de oportunidade de crescimento", afirma. Ela conta que, além do tratamento explosivo e desrespeitoso dos chefes, existiam poucas possibilidades de crescimento, pois, segundo ela, inseguros, os gestores não deixavam que o trabalho dos funcionários fosse visto pelos superiores. "Eles não sabiam lidar com novas idéias, com uma forma diferente de desenvolver os projetos. A cada nova sugestão, ouvíamos: 'ai, que droga! Já te disse pra fazer igual ao ano passado'...", diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o tempo, Luciana foi se adaptando à situação e aprendeu a viver com a personalidade dos chefes. "Deixei de dar importância à falta de tato, aos berros. Passei a conversar apenas o necessário com eles e trabalhar esperando um reconhecimento externo - do mercado, de fornecedores, de gerentes e diretores de outras áreas. Tudo menos deles, pois sabia que não teria mesmo", conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, fora desse ambiente hostil e já num novo emprego, ela vive naturalmente mais calma, tem uma rotina de trabalho completamente diferente e não tem dúvidas de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o bom relacionamento com os superiores muda a dinâmica e o desenvolvimento do trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Já tinha trabalhado em outras empresas onde o clima e o relacionamento eram bons, e agora voltei a viver isso. Acho que uma boa relação subordinado-chefe fica mais transparente e ajuda o dia-a-dia a ser mais fácil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As idéias fluem melhor e com o feedback de um bom gestor o profissional pode contribuir para o desenvolvimento da empresa e para o seu próprio desenvolvimento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, opina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.catho.com.br/jcs/inputer_view.phtml?id=10060"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7897319803255584473?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7897319803255584473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7897319803255584473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7897319803255584473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7897319803255584473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-o-chefe-passa-dos-limites.html' title='Quando o chefe passa dos limites'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNhg47o3cFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-IFCE361HtM/s72-c/806122_28976883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-2105630942138571523</id><published>2008-09-18T12:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:14:29.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 - dia de stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNJ8xQhejGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/W2_RBvWkOo8/s1600-h/little+miss+sunshine+-+scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNJ8xQhejGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/W2_RBvWkOo8/s200/little+miss+sunshine+-+scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247393701530864738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dia de stress, por tudo e com todos, fiz uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top 5 &lt;/span&gt;(e mais um bônus rsrs) nesse instante no meu mp3 player, pra ouvir beeem alto, com direito a pulos, dancinha, grito...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; se joga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQbcgImfia0"&gt;1. Dressy Bessy - Side 2&lt;/a&gt; (Grey's Anantomy 02x27)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sbwbRupkJM"&gt;2. Teddybears - Cobrastyle&lt;/a&gt; (Grey's Anantomy 03x06)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b351GaLDX14"&gt;3. The Pipettes - Dirty Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b351GaLDX14"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(Grey's Anantomy 03x03)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENn-XS8L0Jc"&gt;4. Scissor Sisters - I Don't Feel Like Dancin&lt;/a&gt; (Private Practice 01x01)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CJzMkvJUno"&gt;5. Amy Winehouse - Valerie&lt;/a&gt; (27 Dresses - Vestida para casar)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bônus: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vF3SBrLrgmE"&gt;David Bowie - Modern Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Quem me conhece sabe que adoooooro trilhas sonoras! Uma cena que faz lembrar aquela música, ou aquela música que faz lembrar tal situação... Gosto muito mesmo! E como sou organizada (ok, pode parecer exagero, freaky ou quase um &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=1116014"&gt;Mônica Geller&lt;/a&gt;), coloquei aí de onde são as músicas: as séries com respecivos episódios e &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfDLPSBmtdo"&gt;filme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;ahh... e a foto é de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfjK_va8rmI"&gt;Little Miss Sunhine&lt;/a&gt;: screeeeeam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-2105630942138571523?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2105630942138571523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=2105630942138571523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2105630942138571523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2105630942138571523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-5-dia-de-stress.html' title='Top 5 - dia de stress'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNJ8xQhejGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/W2_RBvWkOo8/s72-c/little+miss+sunshine+-+scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-5672310136227936998</id><published>2008-09-17T00:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:58:14.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conselhos cibernéticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNB_EQB9koI/AAAAAAAAAfg/es7wIX6iERs/s1600-h/neon+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNB_EQB9koI/AAAAAAAAAfg/es7wIX6iERs/s200/neon+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246833276886028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://novo.personare.com.br"&gt;Personare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... a passagem da Lua pelo setor das crises pessoais pode significar um transbordamento de emoções e problemas que você tem tentado evitar nos últimos dias. O Sol em trânsito pela Casa 1 lhe chama à consciência, à clareza em relação a si mesmo. A Lua neste momento pede que você não faça de conta que não existem coisas que lhe incomodam e que dê atenção a estes pontos. O Sol na 1 lhe ajuda a ver as coisas com maior clareza, e a ter a coragem de romper com hábitos, padrões, pensamentos ou pessoas que não lhe servem mais. Reflexão para o período: do que eu preciso me libertar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do orkut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faça apenas o que o coração manda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esses conselhos, no mesmo dia... sei não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tá chegando a hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-5672310136227936998?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5672310136227936998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=5672310136227936998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5672310136227936998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5672310136227936998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/conselhos-cibernticos.html' title='Conselhos cibernéticos'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SNB_EQB9koI/AAAAAAAAAfg/es7wIX6iERs/s72-c/neon+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-3027068051980893444</id><published>2008-09-12T16:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:48:01.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas de um brainstorm_2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Qual o mote?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Aliás, espera aí, tu prefere mote ou morte?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Numa sexta-feira?! Passa a morte pra cá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-3027068051980893444?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3027068051980893444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=3027068051980893444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3027068051980893444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3027068051980893444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/prolas-de-um-brainstorm2.html' title='Pérolas de um brainstorm_2'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-8654319810465261293</id><published>2008-09-12T15:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:48:21.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas de um brainstorm_1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma manhã inteira de brainstorm e a melhor coisa foi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fusion enquanto é tempo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seguida de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vá se fusion!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-8654319810465261293?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8654319810465261293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=8654319810465261293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8654319810465261293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8654319810465261293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/brainstorm.html' title='Pérolas de um brainstorm_1'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-5997914136066594213</id><published>2008-09-08T09:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:17:44.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe grow it's sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violet:&lt;/span&gt; I think I understand Beth and her husband a little bit more. Wanting just erase the bad stuff. Who doesn't want a life without pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to think that pain is what forces us to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe i don't wanna grow. Maybe grow it's sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra ver: Private Practice - 1.05 “In Which Addison Finds a Showerhead”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra ouvir: Sia - Little black sandals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-5997914136066594213?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5997914136066594213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=5997914136066594213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5997914136066594213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/5997914136066594213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-grow-its-sucks.html' title='Maybe grow it&apos;s sucks'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7057161157883325007</id><published>2008-09-01T12:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:01:18.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º dia de B-R-Ó - BRÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SLwRQ69yahI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5wKKcESeBFc/s320/calor+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241083048756406802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De passagem pelo Rio de Janeiro, num dia de calor, ouvi uma carioca reclamar do clima. Eu disse a ela que, em Teresina, a gente passava por aquilo todos os dias. Normal. A moça então me indagou: “Nossa! E como vocês se vestem lá?” Olha só a audácia dela! Depois de uma gargalhada, respondi que a gente se veste como eles lá, ora bolas! Clima e moda globalizados, ok?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E foi lembrando dessa história, pensando num tema para uma crônica sobre Teresina, que, numa tarde de calor (óbvio) e por causa dele, divaguei sobre a condição calorosa da nossa cidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calor, segundo nosso amigo Aurélio, ele mesmo, o dicionário, aquele também chamado de “Pai dos Burros”, que dá conta de quase tudo nessa língua que falamos, pois bem... calor, pro Aurélio, significa:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;i style=""&gt;sensação que se experimenta, em ambiente aquecido (pelo Sol ou artificialmente), ou junto de um objeto quente e/ou que aquece;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;2. animação, vivacidade;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;3. afabilidade, cordialidade;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;4. sentimento de estima e/ou solidariedade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sendo assim, nos meus devaneios, frente ao vai e vem do ventilador, me abanando de vez em quando, eis que me encontro entrelaçando idéias, fazendo conexões, e: Teresina é puro calor, em todos os sentidos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calor quase infernal, cada dia pior, a menos que você se jogue na frente de um split o dia inteiro. O calor inquieta, aperreia, gruda, escorre, deixa tonto, o calor irrita, amolece os miolos e o corpo, desencoraja... Sobretudo no famoso período do B-R-Ó BRÓ (setembro, outubro, novembro e dezembro).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, pra esse calor, a gente até que dá um jeito. Ar-condicionado em casa, no trabalho, na aula, no médico, no carro, até rua climatizada a gente tem! Além disso, a cerveja é tinindo, e a Coca-Cola estupidamente gelada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quando falo da condição calorosa da nossa terra, Teresina, me refiro também e, principalmente, ao nosso povo, a gente! Gente quente, animada, simpática, viva, solidária, cordial, enérgica, que faz e acontece. Calor humano. Calor que recebe bem, que abraça, beija, cheira, aperta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em Teresina faz, e muito, calor! Mas pra esse último... sem truques para driblar esse calor, certo? Pelo contrário, aonde vai o teresinense leva essa alegria. E quem vem pra cá, se encanta. Desde que nem ouse reclamar do calor, a gente não gosta!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Contudo, sempre tem um engraçadinho pra fazer piadas do nosso clima. Eu, na verdade, nunca fiz o teste, mas o povo comenta que dá pra fritar um ovo na Av. Frei Serafim no pico do meio-dia. E ainda não vi, mas dizem que os cachorros estão andando de skates por causa do asfalto quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7057161157883325007?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7057161157883325007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7057161157883325007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7057161157883325007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7057161157883325007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-dia-de-b-r-br.html' title='1º dia de B-R-Ó - BRÓ'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SLwRQ69yahI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5wKKcESeBFc/s72-c/calor+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-293034746704876071</id><published>2008-08-25T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:14:30.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícia dos astros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SLMNnHyfKzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F-LsRGyJwo0/s1600-h/901021_19727302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238545757318884146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SLMNnHyfKzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F-LsRGyJwo0/s320/901021_19727302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segundo meu trânsito de hoje, e não falo aqui dos engarrafamentos nos horários de pico, mas sim do trânsito astrológico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eis que, entre os dias 25/08 (hoje) às 23h34 e 26/08 às 10h01, a Lua entra em seu quarto-minguante. O conflito aqui envolve carreira versus anseios pessoais. É bem provável que você, Milena, venha a perceber de uma maneira bastante clara todas as coisas que lhe incomodam em seu trabalho ou estudos. A idéia do momento envolve a percepção da defasagem entre o ideal e o real. Há também um choque entre quem você é de verdade e aquilo que a sociedade exige que você seja. Como a fase envolve um conflito, é bem provável que você sinta suas energias vitais em baixa, portanto não é recomendado que você abuse nestes dias, se alimente direito e durma bem, caso contrário pode sentir fraqueza e alterações fortes de humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as tentações batem à porta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais notícias dos astros: &lt;a href="http://www.personare.com.br/"&gt;www.personare.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-293034746704876071?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/293034746704876071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=293034746704876071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/293034746704876071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/293034746704876071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/notcia-dos-astros.html' title='Notícia dos astros'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SLMNnHyfKzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F-LsRGyJwo0/s72-c/901021_19727302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6328172515248582829</id><published>2008-08-22T10:59:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:50:29.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esses dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amigos que vão e não sei se voltam, pessoas queridas que se foram e sei que não voltam, músicas chicletes no mp3, emprego novo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;novas responsabilidades, as mesmas aulas chatas, pressão de fim de curso (e eu nem sei se é o fim mesmo), desabafos e pegadinhas no msn, dúvidas profissionais, cada dia mais, cada dia menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas, com toda confusão, uma certeza: final do ano tem MADONNA no RIO DE JANEIRO!!! &lt;em&gt;ieiiiii "are you ready to jump?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6328172515248582829?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6328172515248582829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6328172515248582829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6328172515248582829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6328172515248582829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/esses-dias.html' title='Esses dias...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-8148343265241727904</id><published>2008-06-24T14:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:37.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda da série "Get Carried Away"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SGFiiLvdUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aVXoPZdGIus/s1600-h/sex+and+the+city_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SGFiiLvdUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aVXoPZdGIus/s320/sex+and+the+city_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215558182878663442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quem pode, pode. Quem não pode, se sacode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não mais! Com a internet, a gente pode tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fussando por aqui, e por ali, achei as &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.emitations.com/scity.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jóias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;do filme &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sex And The City"&lt;/span&gt; em versão acessível. Imitação, ok, mas quem precisa saber?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E viva a globalização!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-8148343265241727904?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8148343265241727904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=8148343265241727904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8148343265241727904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/8148343265241727904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ainda-da-srie-get-carried-away.html' title='Ainda da série &quot;Get Carried Away&quot;...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SGFiiLvdUxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aVXoPZdGIus/s72-c/sex+and+the+city_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-4845196355236750271</id><published>2008-06-11T19:38:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:37.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Carried Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SFBYpPpuIiI/AAAAAAAAATg/eMWJ6lP4DTM/s1600-h/filme+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762234467066402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SFBYpPpuIiI/AAAAAAAAATg/eMWJ6lP4DTM/s320/filme+%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não, ninguém mereceu Teresina ter ficado de fora da estréia de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Sex And The City - The Movie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mas ainda bem, que, pra minha sorte, obra do destino ou sei lá o que, eu já tinha viagem marcada para Fortaleza, justo no primeiro final de semana do filme. E, claro, que fui ao cinema. Lotado, por sinal! Monte de gente, em grupos de amigas, casais, e eu lá, também fã, fui ver minhas quatro amigas de Nova York e saber como anda a vida delas depois de 4 longos anos sem a série que marcou época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ninguém andar por aqui, não vou contar detalhes do filme! Já basta que eu ganhei brinde na compra do ingresso e me acabei num balde de pipoca por causa de uma necessaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/fragance_productdetails.asp?Query=ProductPage&amp;amp;ProdTypeId=33&amp;amp;ProdId=21251129&amp;amp;ST=CM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Lovely",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como o perfume da Sarah Jessica Parker! O filme é um super episódio especial! Amei!!! Casamento, separação, casa nova, casa renovada, filhos, homens, amigas, sapatos, grifes, moda, e claro... a dupla Sexo e Nova York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)" href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/macbook/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, uma ação para o filme em parceria com a Apple. No site você pode mexer no computador da Carrie e responder a perguntas relacionadas ao filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-4845196355236750271?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4845196355236750271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=4845196355236750271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4845196355236750271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4845196355236750271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-carried-away.html' title='Get Carried Away'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/SFBYpPpuIiI/AAAAAAAAATg/eMWJ6lP4DTM/s72-c/filme+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-4312829254923453880</id><published>2008-03-19T11:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:37.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias do melhor trabalho do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R-Eg7Wl_XMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V0MjB5gkcPc/s1600-h/rach+DSC02998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R-Eg7Wl_XMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V0MjB5gkcPc/s200/rach+DSC02998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179457250502073538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu busquei, na cara-de-pau, e depois fiquei com medo da responsabilidade. Mas isso logo passou. E fui tão feliz, mas tão feliz, que não cabia em mim! Um pouco dessa felicidade relatada no &lt;a href="http://www.futura.org.br/main.asp?View=%7BD2EF690E%2D49AB%2D498F%2D9011%2D7957E4D9F702%7D&amp;amp;Team=&amp;amp;params=itemID=%7BFAD0983A%2D57BF%2D426F%2DB3C4%2D9581991EF023%7D%3B&amp;amp;UIPartUID=%7BD90F22DB%2D05D4%2D4644%2DA8F2%2DFAD4803C8898%7D"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;do Futura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-4312829254923453880?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4312829254923453880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=4312829254923453880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4312829254923453880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4312829254923453880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/03/memrias-do-melhor-trabalho-do-mundo.html' title='Memórias do melhor trabalho do mundo'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R-Eg7Wl_XMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V0MjB5gkcPc/s72-c/rach+DSC02998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-6399961978885193700</id><published>2008-03-14T13:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:31:04.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do orkut .: 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ainda recebendo felicitações pela "data querida", ainda anestesiada pelo maravilhoso começo de ano, pelas surpresas dos amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;O orkut me recebe com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Você tem uma grande necessidade e capacidade de realização".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeeees!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-6399961978885193700?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6399961978885193700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=6399961978885193700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6399961978885193700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/6399961978885193700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-orkut.html' title='Do orkut .: 1'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1382775647613971395</id><published>2008-03-08T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:38.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-lhe Chaplin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9NNR41wb5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/g8PQKC8PbBo/s1600-h/chaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9NNR41wb5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/g8PQKC8PbBo/s320/chaplin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175565366489804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida e viver com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe e vencer com ousadia.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é muito para ser insignificante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pensamos em demasia e sentimos bem pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que de máquinas, precisamos de humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que de inteligência, de afeição e doçura.&lt;br /&gt;Sem essas virtudes, a vida será de violência e tudo será perdido”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Charlie Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1382775647613971395?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1382775647613971395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1382775647613971395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1382775647613971395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1382775647613971395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-lhe-chaplin.html' title='Dá-lhe Chaplin!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9NNR41wb5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/g8PQKC8PbBo/s72-c/chaplin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-713883729294102551</id><published>2008-03-06T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:38.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenta tocar pra vc ver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9CXNiaAq9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/sDCOYI0H0e0/s1600-h/despertador_experimenta+tocar+pra+vc+ver%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9CXNiaAq9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/sDCOYI0H0e0/s320/despertador_experimenta+tocar+pra+vc+ver%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174802230678694866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A luz apaga porque já raiou o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E a fantasia vai voltar pro barracão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outra ilusão desaparece quarta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queira ou não queira terminou o carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não faz mal, não é o fim da batucada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E a madrugada vem trazer meu novo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bate o tambor, chora a cuíca e o pandeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come o couro no terreiro porque o choro começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E joga fora o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E comemora o novo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*num quero acordar não!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-713883729294102551?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/713883729294102551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=713883729294102551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/713883729294102551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/713883729294102551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/03/experimenta-tocar-pra-vc-ver.html' title='Experimenta tocar pra vc ver!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9CXNiaAq9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/sDCOYI0H0e0/s72-c/despertador_experimenta+tocar+pra+vc+ver%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7261526585989150807</id><published>2008-02-19T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:38.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e como a gente anda nessa cidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R7tAv69pwyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nu9IRZzlH4Y/s1600-h/dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168796189363651362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R7tAv69pwyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nu9IRZzlH4Y/s320/dora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7261526585989150807?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7261526585989150807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7261526585989150807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7261526585989150807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7261526585989150807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-como-gente-anda-nessa-cidade.html' title='e como a gente anda nessa cidade...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R7tAv69pwyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nu9IRZzlH4Y/s72-c/dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-1434726465364699560</id><published>2008-02-18T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:39.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9qv5Wl_XKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fwivPFCQEvU/s1600-h/maria%2Brita%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9qv5Wl_XKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fwivPFCQEvU/s200/maria%2Brita%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177644121468132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwMmsuV-Zug"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16.02.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Citibank Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-1434726465364699560?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1434726465364699560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=1434726465364699560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1434726465364699560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/1434726465364699560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-rio.html' title='No Rio...'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R9qv5Wl_XKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fwivPFCQEvU/s72-c/maria%2Brita%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-451840082633046033</id><published>2008-01-25T21:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:39.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô chegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5qCOcY25yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oaMXUCU2BX4/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159579507756558114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5qCOcY25yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oaMXUCU2BX4/s320/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com Sua benção, eu tô chegando!&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cariocas são bonitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são bacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são sacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são dourados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são modernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são espertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas são diretos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cariocas não gostam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de dias nublados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cariocas nascem bambas&lt;br /&gt;cariocas nascem craques&lt;br /&gt;cariocas têm sotaque&lt;br /&gt;cariocas são alegres&lt;br /&gt;cariocas são atentos&lt;br /&gt;cariocas são tão sexys&lt;br /&gt;cariocas são tão claros&lt;br /&gt;cariocas não gostam&lt;br /&gt;de sinal fechado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-451840082633046033?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/451840082633046033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=451840082633046033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/451840082633046033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/451840082633046033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/01/t-chegando.html' title='Tô chegando'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5qCOcY25yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oaMXUCU2BX4/s72-c/rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-4469807712792979995</id><published>2008-01-19T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:39.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvas de alegria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5Iq6AQ1yZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lzprb8JHte0/s1600-h/segredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5Iq6AQ1yZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lzprb8JHte0/s320/segredo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157231699284052370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E eu que nem gosto de chuvas, trovões e o que mais as acompanham, tô fazendo a festa com tantas chuvas de coisas boas... monte de água rolando, e tem que fazer barulho mesmo, se não... não acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E aqui vale apelar pra &lt;a href="http://www.alessandra.eduardo.nom.br/html/desatadora.htm"&gt;N. Sra. Desatadora dos Nós&lt;/a&gt;, anjo da guarda, rezas de novos &lt;a href="http://www.asluzeseaspalmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;amigos&lt;/a&gt;, mãe, pai, amigo de perto, amigo de longe e todo o alto escalão do qual tiver notícia: Joga o barro na parede pra ver se cola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Como diz a propaganda no &lt;a href="http://www.futura.org.br/"&gt;canal &lt;/a&gt;que aprendi a gostar e respeitar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sonhe, acredite, faça acontecer!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*19 de Janeiro, 1º post de 2008 e ainda hoje desejo Feliz Ano Novo pra quem encontro a 1ª vez no ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-4469807712792979995?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4469807712792979995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=4469807712792979995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4469807712792979995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/4469807712792979995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2008/01/chuvas-de-alegria.html' title='Chuvas de alegria!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R5Iq6AQ1yZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lzprb8JHte0/s72-c/segredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-2818428562825736366</id><published>2007-12-27T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:39.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões sobre o fim de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R3RRHwQ1yVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cBrryUFXCb0/s1600-h/a+cara+da+2%C2%AA+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R3RRHwQ1yVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cBrryUFXCb0/s200/a+cara+da+2%C2%AA+edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148829467647789394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não, eu não sou pessimista, e por mais que aconteça alguma coisa ruim, eu sempre procuro ver o lado bom (tudo, sempre tem um lado bom!). Mas esse final de ano tá meio sem gracinha (pra ser generosa). Nem a decoração natalina politicamente correta da Prefeitura,  nem o toque do meu celular (a musiquinha de Natal da Coca-Cola, com sininhos e tudo mais) me deixaram no clima do Natal. Pra ser bem sincera, essa época do ano é um tanto deprê. E eu tenho certeza que não estou sozinha nessa (ufa!). Eu digo que aqui em casa só é Natal da porta pra fora, porque a única coisa que lembra essa data é uma guirlanda, meio capenga, de uns 3 natais passados que enfeita a porta da entrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    Desculpe quem adooora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1º - ornamentar a árvore: para isso pegamos os enfeites do fundo do baú (por quê afinal, só usa nessa época, não dá pra estragar), guardados, empoeirados, que no mínimo vão te dar uma crise alérgica, e com muita sorte você não vai passar o Natal à base de Allegra D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2º - trocar presentes: Dar presente deveria ser algo prazeroso, eu pelo menos, adoro dar presentes, mas nessa época, existe uma obrigação no ato, e o prazer se torna um pesadelo: shoppings lotados, estacionar onde o vento faz a curva, um mar de gente, criança chorando por um brinquedo que não tem mais no estoque, empacotadoras de mal-humor ou lerdas... Depois, passada a festa... quase sempre algum presente que você ganhou ficou apertado ou folgado, ou você não gostou e vai ter que enfrentar a maratona da troca pós-Natal (é quase a mesma coisa da véspera, com a diferença de que os produtos já estão esgotados);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3º - carta pro Papai Noel: fala sério...  o e-mail que mandei pra ele voltou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4º - refletir sobre a vida: isso dói! Como diria Danuza Leão, num texto que li dia desses, (depois vou colocar todinho aqui) "ao pensar nos damos conta do que está errado na vida... e procuramos mudar"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Mas... 2008 vem ai! Ano novo, novas promessas, velhas promes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sas reeditad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as, agenda em branco, muitos sonhos, planos e mais planos! Por isso... Chuta essa macumba! Força na peruca e vamo que vamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R3RSxgQ1yWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/amx7SHkv7rk/s1600-h/Feliz+Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R3RSxgQ1yWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/amx7SHkv7rk/s200/Feliz+Natal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831284418955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Apesar do baixo-astral do começo do texto, eu realmente desejo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;todos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que seja um ano de transformação ou de algumas melhorias, pra quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cha que está faltando pouco. E que a gente saiba reconhecer os sinais divinos, por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; quê Ele não dá tudo de mão beijada não, viu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-2818428562825736366?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2818428562825736366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=2818428562825736366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2818428562825736366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/2818428562825736366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-eu-no-sou-pessimista-e-por-mais-que.html' title='Reflexões sobre o fim de ano'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/R3RRHwQ1yVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cBrryUFXCb0/s72-c/a+cara+da+2%C2%AA+edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-7300932613376113744</id><published>2007-12-07T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:57:14.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritada!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Mais de 3 meses depois, uma cirurgia de redução de estômago adiada pra Deus sabe quando, mesmo estágio com as mesmas dores de cabeça, 2 remédios pra pressão alta, mais uma tentativa de dieta, ainda nenhum exercício físico, 2 blogs deletados, uma internet bem melhor que antes - agora posso baixar minhas séries favoritas muuuito mais rápido (ieeeiii!!!), parabólica (não, ainda não é a cabo) na tv da mamãe e do meu irmão (menos na minha), melancolia de final de ano, devagar e sempre com o curso de jornalismo... acho que resumindo bem rápido foi isso! Resolvi voltar com pra cá, blog, pensamentos e tudo mais, ainda com a incerteza da frequência, até por quê só pra escrever esse retorno foi quase uma semana de ensaio (rsrs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Esses dias tenho assistido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWsIw6kVX6g"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Irritando Fernanda Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; no youtube (ainda não tenho tv a cabo, já falei e isso me irrita!), e isso me levou a elencar (credo... detesto essa palavra), sequenciar coisas que me irritam. Pois bem, são elas (algumas, ok?!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comentário do tipo: "Ow... mas vc tem um &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;rosto tããão lindo&lt;/span&gt;!" (com a cabeça inclinada pro lado e voz de pena, como se vc fosse aleijada, doente terminal, sei lá o quê);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mania da minha mãe de querer &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;advinhar o final da história&lt;/span&gt;, fazendo interrupções, quando a gente mal passou do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;era uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não poder dormir quando tenho &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sono &lt;/span&gt;(desde criança);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser acordada por alguém pouco &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;antes do meu despertador tocar&lt;/span&gt; (já tava tão perto, são minutos de sono que não se recupera mais e as pessoas não entendem!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ãh?!&lt;/span&gt;" (qd não ouve uma coisa, ou não entende, ou por mania mesmo) da secretária lá de casa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Programa da &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Luciana Gimenez&lt;/span&gt; (não sei a duração daquilo, mas a sensação é de eternidade);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quadros em certos programas, com participação popular, que dão prêmios e fazem um suspense de encher o saco (tipo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;O que tem na caixa na Crhis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, programa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hoje em Dia, Record);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dividir o pc&lt;/span&gt; com meu irmão e os milhões de trabalhos do curso dele, ou os jogos irritantes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Trânsito &lt;/span&gt;com chuva;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motoqueiros querendo entrar no céu à força (ô raça!!!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motoristas que vão passando na sua frente como s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estivessem protegidos por uma capa de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;invisibilidade &lt;/span&gt;(alôw!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perguntarem sobre&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"as minhas coisas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! São MINHAS, owra pôrra! Que saco! Eu sou possessiva e egoísta, são MINHAS e pronto! Quando eu quiser dividir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Pessoas levantando teu braço na balada tentando te animar, fazendo você parecer uma retardada... &lt;em&gt;(especial pra Rafa: prima, a gente se entende!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-7300932613376113744?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7300932613376113744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=7300932613376113744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7300932613376113744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/7300932613376113744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2007/12/irritada.html' title='Irritada!!!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121592842492687601.post-3588714199961251288</id><published>2007-08-28T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:57:44.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu não tinha pensado nisso antes?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Tantos e tantos nomes me vieram à cabeça, os mais legais já tinham donos, eu acabei apelando pro meu nome mesmo, aff... e não é que tempos depois de ter criado o primeiro blog (será um vício?! será q tem cura?! ai meu deus!!!) e ouvindo a propaganda do show do Roberto Carlos, isso mesmo, o Rei, comecei a cantarolar músicas dele... pois bem (não vem ao caso as músicas que lembrei, muito menos vou lhe dar a chance de me imaginar cantando! Sem sorrir, pára!!!) surgiu da minha lembrança essa música e Bingo!!! É esse o nome bacana pra um blog que eu queria!!! Feliz com meus cachos e com o nome do novo blog! &lt;em&gt;That's all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*não achei o Rei cantando, mas achei Caetano. Quem quiser dar uma olhada, clica &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur4KW83CviQ"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121592842492687601-3588714199961251288?l=debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3588714199961251288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121592842492687601&amp;postID=3588714199961251288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3588714199961251288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121592842492687601/posts/default/3588714199961251288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debaixodoscaracoisdosmeuscabelos.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Como eu não tinha pensado nisso antes?!'/><author><name>milena pessoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15231109986752461883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4q3FbJ1lq0/TBbk_Hcf7oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/n_bFk8PBthE/S220/DSC06256+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
