<?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-6779192234584900291</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:40:46.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idéias soltas no ar...</title><subtitle type='html'>...e algo faz sentido?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-516793263667093960</id><published>2009-10-04T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:20:26.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ultimo post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsksFb4HfuI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZWw--QHV3E/s1600-h/AdeusMundoCruel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsksFb4HfuI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZWw--QHV3E/s320/AdeusMundoCruel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso mesmo que vocês leram: é o ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dentre poucas razões para a tomada dessa decisão, uma explica o geral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;teimosia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou teimosa desde que me entendo por gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;e quando enfio uma coisa na cabeça, difícil quem consegue tirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fato é que: não, não desisti de escrever... continuo amando colocar meus devaneios sem sentidos em sua maioria pra fora da minha complexa cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que vou continuar escrevendo é fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas também é fato de que não será mais aqui... por pura teimosia...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, talvez não seja só isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre gostei de mudanças, e de repente me vi tempo demais em um endereço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso de novos ares... de tempo pros meus leitores... de tempo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso recuperar a liberdade de ser simplesmente eu... repetitiva, às vezes chata, muitas insegura, divertida também... reclamona, porque não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De algum modo, isso tudo se perdeu por entre essas linhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto falta da escrita descompromissada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como nunca gostei de despedidas... fica aqui so um beijo e um abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquem com Deus e nos esbarramos por aí... quem sabe.&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/6779192234584900291-516793263667093960?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/516793263667093960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-ultimo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/516793263667093960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/516793263667093960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-ultimo-post.html' title='O ultimo post'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsksFb4HfuI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZWw--QHV3E/s72-c/AdeusMundoCruel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6758980712409649011</id><published>2009-10-02T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:44:12.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia seguinte</title><content type='html'>Sem ressaca...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dia foi bem difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que preciso é de paciência... muuuuuita paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana será complicado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6758980712409649011?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6758980712409649011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-seguinte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6758980712409649011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6758980712409649011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-seguinte.html' title='Dia seguinte'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6846116768738688213</id><published>2009-10-01T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:30:32.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsVlv5inrTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/96qdka_Btzc/s1600-h/tequila.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsVlv5inrTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/96qdka_Btzc/s320/tequila.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer algo mais?&lt;br /&gt;Noite oooooooootima...&lt;br /&gt;Ei, acho que recebi uma ligação... não lembro o que falei... dá pra refrescar minha memoria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6846116768738688213?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6846116768738688213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6846116768738688213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6846116768738688213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html' title='hoje...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsVlv5inrTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/96qdka_Btzc/s72-c/tequila.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6316614037926337118</id><published>2009-09-29T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:55:14.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pé esquerdo carente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsI6i_Qz9yI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gLu42AP-i7M/s1600-h/pes31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsI6i_Qz9yI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gLu42AP-i7M/s320/pes31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia 1º de abril quebrei o pé direito. Foram interminaveis 45 dias de agonia (e farra na ultima semana, confesso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava tudo indo bem quando ontem o pé esquerdo (carente) resolveu ter um "piti" e deu uma torcida básica quando eu descia a escada lá da loja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Resultado: muuuuita dor (quebrar doi bem menos, acreditem) e consegui um pé inchado... e fiquei manca de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma noite bem longa alternando entre gelo e reparil gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Legal ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So espero que o resto do corpo não queira dar uma de carente também e eu saia quebrando mão, braço... credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos... da manca (de novo)&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/6779192234584900291-6316614037926337118?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6316614037926337118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/pe-esquerdo-carente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6316614037926337118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6316614037926337118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/pe-esquerdo-carente.html' title='Pé esquerdo carente...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsI6i_Qz9yI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gLu42AP-i7M/s72-c/pes31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6581760344597479210</id><published>2009-09-27T22:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:13:16.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sou a Xuxa</title><content type='html'>kkk...&lt;br /&gt;Eu volto mesmo... e nao vou processar o blog... rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6581760344597479210?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6581760344597479210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sou-xuxa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6581760344597479210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6581760344597479210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sou-xuxa.html' title='Não sou a Xuxa'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1111944969670712403</id><published>2009-09-27T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:11:37.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado para balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsANL2fjp-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/475YbZvl4H4/s1600-h/3575593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsANL2fjp-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/475YbZvl4H4/s320/3575593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;volto em breve &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/6779192234584900291-1111944969670712403?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1111944969670712403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/fechado-para-balanco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1111944969670712403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1111944969670712403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/fechado-para-balanco.html' title='Fechado para balanço'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SsANL2fjp-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/475YbZvl4H4/s72-c/3575593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2025126349919165152</id><published>2009-09-27T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:36:06.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr_2NjmaB0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Y6JWrUwGYuY/s1600-h/OgAAAJ7rWLZ-LtUSH8N7EbKRXxswXa9QRazptXSOAOcwWusbT7Q3n7fEbxhfDzgytFQTfhRn8CxLm5CMRNvziGlUS4kAm1T1UA0l3kyZRwSXUfUpSEi0GZmws0RM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr_2NjmaB0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Y6JWrUwGYuY/s320/OgAAAJ7rWLZ-LtUSH8N7EbKRXxswXa9QRazptXSOAOcwWusbT7Q3n7fEbxhfDzgytFQTfhRn8CxLm5CMRNvziGlUS4kAm1T1UA0l3kyZRwSXUfUpSEi0GZmws0RM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos... saudades. &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/6779192234584900291-6897884799919349917?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6897884799919349917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6897884799919349917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6897884799919349917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr_2NjmaB0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Y6JWrUwGYuY/s72-c/OgAAAJ7rWLZ-LtUSH8N7EbKRXxswXa9QRazptXSOAOcwWusbT7Q3n7fEbxhfDzgytFQTfhRn8CxLm5CMRNvziGlUS4kAm1T1UA0l3kyZRwSXUfUpSEi0GZmws0RM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-930230181315518202</id><published>2009-09-27T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:31:09.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Borracha</title><content type='html'>Melhor calar do que falar àqueles que não sabem compreender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-930230181315518202?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/930230181315518202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/borracha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/930230181315518202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/930230181315518202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/borracha.html' title='Borracha'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-489974353018804974</id><published>2009-09-27T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:03:59.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em inevitável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr-avNW9d1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/bO5pIjZ6L6E/s1600-h/333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr-avNW9d1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/bO5pIjZ6L6E/s320/333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;INEVITÁVEL é não te adorar... é não sentir tua falta... é não desejar que a noite acabe.......INEVITÁVEL é não saber que vc me adora... é não saber que você ira me esquecer... é não acreditar que mesmo longe, somos especiais um ao outro.......... Mas tambem é INEVITÁVEL não ver que vamos nos separar... e que será inevitável não doer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrevi esse texto no ano de 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida é mesmo um ciclo...&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/6779192234584900291-489974353018804974?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/489974353018804974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-por-falar-em-inevitavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/489974353018804974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/489974353018804974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-por-falar-em-inevitavel.html' title='E por falar em inevitável...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr-avNW9d1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/bO5pIjZ6L6E/s72-c/333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7076117722648354349</id><published>2009-09-27T12:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:06:04.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha sonora desse domingo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr9_UH1Y9wI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EAUu_rSBn90/s1600-h/20070430042011-sozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr9_UH1Y9wI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EAUu_rSBn90/s320/20070430042011-sozinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrescentei umas músicas novas no meu mp3...&lt;br /&gt;Meus novos "vícios musicais" são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHp2clSXq1M"&gt;Amar em vão - Negra Li na versão com a Pitty&lt;/a&gt; - não conhecia essa música, mas dando uma viajada pelo youtube me deparei com ela.&lt;br /&gt;A voz da negra li é linda, a letra é perfeita, e a Pitty dispensa apresentações, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEdN8suDx8s"&gt;Irreplaceable - Beyonce&lt;/a&gt; - adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFkzRNyygfk"&gt;Creep - radiohead&lt;/a&gt; - tinha tirado essa música do mp3 porque ela relembra demais o "inevitável"... mas é minha sina viver de recordações...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhxD6jSsVrM"&gt;Espatódea - nando reis&lt;/a&gt; - você pode até não saber o que "espatódea" significa (eu não sei), mas a música é absurdamente linda. Engraçado que quando ouço essa música me imagino cantando-a pro meu filho... ei, calma ok? Não vou ficar grávida agora..rs... mas a trilha sonora é perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Q30-2QpZVc&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;The reason - Hoobastank&lt;/a&gt; - conheci essa música através do "Jack". Ele recomendava no seu blog (que eu finjo nao ler!rs) e eu me apaixonei na hora (pela música, por ele, graças a Deus, isso já foi superado!rs). Eu, por pura implicância, sempre evito seguir os conselhos musicais dele, mas foi realmente paixão imediata por essa... acho que a culpa é da letra. Bem que ele dizia que parecia com ele... parece mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBlvzGDFbro"&gt;You and me - Lifehouse&lt;/a&gt; - conheci essa música por puro acaso... paixão imediata. Não sei porque razão, mas achei ela daquele tipo de música perfeita pra trilha sonora praquele casal que acaba de se reconciliar, sabe? Eu e essa minha mania de imaginar cenas...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDMo9sa37e4"&gt;On my own - Nikka Costa&lt;/a&gt; - antigoooona essa, mas ainda emociona. Lembra meu pai totalmente. Ele tinha uma banda e sempre tive o sonho de cantar uma música com ele... obvio que nunca fiz isso, quem me conhece sabe que sou beeeem desafinada... Mas essa música emociona... arrepia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, por hoje é só pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Digam "Tchau lilica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tchau Lilica"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7076117722648354349?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7076117722648354349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/trilha-sonora-desse-domingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7076117722648354349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7076117722648354349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/trilha-sonora-desse-domingo.html' title='Trilha sonora desse domingo...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sr9_UH1Y9wI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EAUu_rSBn90/s72-c/20070430042011-sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1514071134538485219</id><published>2009-09-27T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:27:06.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhA61rw-iww&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/xhA61rw-iww&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Eu tinha fita vhs com a maioria desses clipes&lt;br /&gt;Eu usei esses figurinos&lt;br /&gt;Eu cantei essas musicas&lt;br /&gt;Eu dançei essas musicas&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei sofrendo de amor com essas musicas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi filmes com essas musicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom demais ter nascido nos anos 70!rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1514071134538485219?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1514071134538485219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/viagem-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1514071134538485219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1514071134538485219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/viagem-musical.html' title='Viagem musical'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1594335969742258181</id><published>2009-09-24T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:12:15.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentando não perder o foco</title><content type='html'>Tenho alguns planos e metas que ainda pretendo colocar em prática até o fim do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem alguns momentos em que a mente e o coração parecem perder o rumo e tudo que foi planejado fica meio sem sentido e só dá vontade de deixar tudo como está.&lt;br /&gt;Acomodação é complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Particularmente, eu vejo como um sinal ruim. Acho que quando deixamos de sonhar e de lutar por nossos sonhos nós morremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem algo faltando aqui dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1594335969742258181?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1594335969742258181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tentando-nao-perder-o-foco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1594335969742258181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1594335969742258181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tentando-nao-perder-o-foco.html' title='Tentando não perder o foco'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7559696343339762305</id><published>2009-09-24T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:02:28.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manda quem pode, obedece quem tem juízo</title><content type='html'>Então, nem vale a pena citar a última proeza gerencial...&lt;br /&gt;Mas digamos que a cada dia me surpreendo com tamanha capacidade de desorganização e criatividade que minha gerente cria para dificultar a vida de seus subordinados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fato é que paciência é uma virtude que estou treinando muito nesses últimos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece (e nem precisa ser muito) sabe bem o quanto levo a sério minha vida profissional. Eu não só visto a camisa, como a calça, a calcinha, os acessorios e tudo que tenho direito!rs&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vou ganhar mais cabelos brancos ou uma gastrite preocupada com as imperfeições de minha amada gerente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei respeitar a hierarquia das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Manda quem pode e obedece quem tem juízo... e pra vida profissional, juízo é o que não me falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais um detalhe: ainda amo meu trabalho. Os prós são muito superiores aos contras. Então, vamos em frente ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7559696343339762305?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7559696343339762305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/manda-quem-pode-obedece-quem-tem-juizo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7559696343339762305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7559696343339762305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/manda-quem-pode-obedece-quem-tem-juizo.html' title='Manda quem pode, obedece quem tem juízo'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2562067778422365079</id><published>2009-09-23T23:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:38:26.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rir ainda é o melhor remedio</title><content type='html'>Amei esse video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fbWPwZWgLo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/9fbWPwZWgLo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6779192234584900291-2562067778422365079?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2562067778422365079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/rir-ainda-e-o-melhor-remedio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2562067778422365079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2562067778422365079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/rir-ainda-e-o-melhor-remedio.html' title='rir ainda é o melhor remedio'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6809681121456154746</id><published>2009-09-23T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:25:47.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade</title><content type='html'>Todo começo tem o seu fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6809681121456154746?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6809681121456154746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6809681121456154746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6809681121456154746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/verdade.html' title='Verdade'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5031540644492570249</id><published>2009-09-23T23:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:26:36.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>Sinto falta de sentir as borboletas no estomago;&lt;br /&gt;da faltar ar;&lt;br /&gt;de me pegar sorrindo ao vento;&lt;br /&gt;da paz dentro do peito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá vazio&lt;br /&gt;quieto&lt;br /&gt;silencio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5031540644492570249?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3704052499129442244</id><published>2009-09-23T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:01:49.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>musica</title><content type='html'>"muitos temores nascem do cansaço e da solidão"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3704052499129442244?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3704052499129442244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3704052499129442244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3704052499129442244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica.html' title='musica'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7492249248083988524</id><published>2009-09-23T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:53:50.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes parece que não vou conseguir e me sinto perdida e sem foco...&lt;br /&gt;É preciso muita força para conseguir parar, respirar e manter a cabeça no lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O pior mesmo é que em alguns momentos difíceis assim, tenho a sensação de que estou só, sem ninguém com quem contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciencia...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não para&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue em frente&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor que faço é ir... apenas ir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7492249248083988524?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7492249248083988524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7492249248083988524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7492249248083988524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ar.html' title='Ar...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7755783248251342367</id><published>2009-09-23T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:30:38.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal baladas</title><content type='html'>Arrumei um personal baladas.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver no que vai dar.rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7755783248251342367?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7755783248251342367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-baladas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7755783248251342367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7755783248251342367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-baladas.html' title='Personal baladas'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-8605516019541691383</id><published>2009-09-23T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:02:49.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se quer, faz por onde</title><content type='html'>Odeio resmungões.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele tipo que fica dizendo que o jardim do vizinho é mais verde e "quisera Deus" que a vida dele fosse melhor entretanto não faz NADA pra isso?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, odeio esse tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se odeia seu emprego: vai atras de outro;&lt;br /&gt;Se acha a cidade que mora sem diversão: se mude;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou faça por onde, ou então fica de bico calado e para de resmungar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mentir que estou 100% feliz com minha vida. Obvio que existem coisas que queria que fossem diferentes. Mas tomo a seguinte atitude: faço por onde mudar o que pode ser mudado, e aceito quieta o que nao pode, agradecendo pelo que tenho. Pois sei valorizar que o que tenho é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar sonhando com o que poderiamos ter e não fazer nada para conquistar é muito deprimente e chato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem que fazer valer a pena, lembram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-8605516019541691383?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8605516019541691383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-quer-faz-por-onde.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8605516019541691383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8605516019541691383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-quer-faz-por-onde.html' title='Se quer, faz por onde'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5501597348173238768</id><published>2009-09-22T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:08:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironias da vida</title><content type='html'>Virei&amp;nbsp; "amiga de blog"...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me tão essencial como um murro no estomago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5501597348173238768?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5501597348173238768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ironias-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5501597348173238768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5501597348173238768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ironias-da-vida.html' title='Ironias da vida'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1355375981859700443</id><published>2009-09-22T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:54:15.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Importa?</title><content type='html'>E de repente ela percebeu que dava mais do que recebia... que sentia mais saudade do que fazia falta... e que a vida segue sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas veem amizades de formas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem seu jeito...&lt;br /&gt;E voce tem o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1355375981859700443?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1355375981859700443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/importa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1355375981859700443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1355375981859700443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/importa.html' title='Importa?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6592191615853136759</id><published>2009-09-22T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:37:00.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora marcada - eu disse MARCADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrkKmt0HtiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ABPGrga0V9E/s1600-h/relogio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrkKmt0HtiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ABPGrga0V9E/s320/relogio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Clientes que surgem sem marcar hora me irritam profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Clientes que marcam hora e não comparecem me irritam profundamente (em especial se eu deixo de ir almoçar para atender esse cliente que não aparece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Clientes que marcam hora e resolvem aparecer uma hora antes me irritam profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sério, se marcamos hora é para fazer as coisas na hora marcada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hora marcada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entendeu ou quer que eu desenhe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(e não estou mau humorada hoje... ao menos, até agora não)&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/6779192234584900291-6592191615853136759?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6592191615853136759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/hora-marcada-eu-disse-marcada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6592191615853136759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6592191615853136759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/hora-marcada-eu-disse-marcada.html' title='Hora marcada - eu disse MARCADA'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrkKmt0HtiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ABPGrga0V9E/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7200972864198995848</id><published>2009-09-22T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:14:32.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração do dia</title><content type='html'>Querido Deus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço que essa angustia que sinto revirar meu estomago e que essa raiva e vontade de pular no pescoço de minha amada gerente e dar uma pequena aula de gestao de pessoas de forma dolorosa para ver se ela aprende, passe.&lt;br /&gt;Peço serenidade e muita sabedoria para entender o que parece incompreensivel.&lt;br /&gt;Peço de coração que o senhor ilumine e me mostre onde eu estou errando que nao consigo ver a logica nos atos dela (nem eu e nem todos os outros vendedores), e tambem ilumine a mente dela para que ela veja que NINGUEM esta conseguindo compreender onde ela quer chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo sinceramente paz em meu coração pois amo meu trabalho e procuro faze-lo da melhor forma possivel. Vejo todas as pessoas com as quais trabalho com o mesmo respeito e a mesma admiração, pois acredito e sempre vou acreditar no trabalho em equipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre seja feita a Tua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7200972864198995848?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7200972864198995848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/oracao-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7200972864198995848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7200972864198995848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/oracao-do-dia.html' title='Oração do dia'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-8167221027490909037</id><published>2009-09-20T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:54:35.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraWOgQwHJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/MjzuhRXF99g/s1600-h/saladacultural-com-br-se-beber-nao-case-cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraWOgQwHJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/MjzuhRXF99g/s320/saladacultural-com-br-se-beber-nao-case-cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Trilha sonora perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme super bem escrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendadissimo!!!&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/6779192234584900291-8167221027490909037?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8167221027490909037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/recomendo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8167221027490909037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8167221027490909037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/recomendo.html' title='Recomendo'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraWOgQwHJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/MjzuhRXF99g/s72-c/saladacultural-com-br-se-beber-nao-case-cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1743422143387925808</id><published>2009-09-20T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:51:22.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3.2. com carinha de menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraU1tCQlQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5fxGe_HEUbg/s1600-h/DSC04049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraU1tCQlQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5fxGe_HEUbg/s320/DSC04049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O pai que liga meia noite para ser o primeiro a dar os parabens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A amiga de Curitiba que liga cedo para perguntar como é fazer 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos que ligaram mas só vi a ligação depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mãe que deu abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Irmão que esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Parentes distantes que deixaram mensagens no orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos que enviaram e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos que escreveram no blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos que foram me encontrar no barzinho e ficaram até o bolo ser cortado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos que não puderam ir, mas sei que me amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro fazer aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E amo ter amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Valeu mais um ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada mesmo Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/6779192234584900291-1743422143387925808?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1743422143387925808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/32-com-carinha-de-menos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1743422143387925808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1743422143387925808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/32-com-carinha-de-menos.html' title='3.2. com carinha de menos...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SraU1tCQlQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5fxGe_HEUbg/s72-c/DSC04049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5045457399361692887</id><published>2009-09-18T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:53:32.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É AMANHÃ GALERA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrQc6eK66mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wX-hMdSblkQ/s1600-h/lembre_se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrQc6eK66mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wX-hMdSblkQ/s320/lembre_se.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoooooooooooooooro fazer aniversário!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E, apesar de dramas fazerem parte do meu charme, sem essa de esperar que os outros decorem a data e me liguem, eu mesma relembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então galera, se liga: É AMANHÃ, OBA, É AMANHÃ OBA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Liguem, mandem mensagens. e-mails, telegramas, visitas, sinais de fumaça... QUALQUER COISA VALE, mas lembre-se que dia 19 é meu diaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/6779192234584900291-5045457399361692887?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5045457399361692887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-amanha-galera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5045457399361692887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5045457399361692887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-amanha-galera.html' title='É AMANHÃ GALERA!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrQc6eK66mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wX-hMdSblkQ/s72-c/lembre_se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1575241605409913050</id><published>2009-09-18T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:53:31.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como assim Bial?</title><content type='html'>Essa eu não entendi!&lt;br /&gt;Festival de jogar tortas nas outras pessoas para arrecadar dinheiro para doar para instituições (acabou de passar no Jornal). Aí pensei cá com meus botões: estragar tortas para juntar dinheiro?? Torta é alimento!&lt;br /&gt;Puxa, o ser humano é um animal danado de complexo, ne?rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1575241605409913050?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1575241605409913050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-assim-bial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1575241605409913050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1575241605409913050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-assim-bial.html' title='Como assim Bial?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-529689162907389667</id><published>2009-09-17T21:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:40:37.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>... só pra constar a presença.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, o cansaço E a preguiça predominam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda nao bati o recorde... é fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-529689162907389667?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/529689162907389667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/529689162907389667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/529689162907389667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-522639019951655465</id><published>2009-09-16T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:14:24.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Louca apta para dirigir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrGM4S_FrbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jZfK3gmdu2s/s1600-h/test.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrGM4S_FrbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jZfK3gmdu2s/s320/test.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, passei no psicotecnico!!!rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeira etapa vencida, agora vamos às próximas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To tão empolgada... e cansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Semana corridissima. Haja pique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To devendo visitas nos blogs amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De todo modo, beijos em todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-522639019951655465?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/522639019951655465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/louca-apta-para-dirigir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/522639019951655465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/522639019951655465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/louca-apta-para-dirigir.html' title='Louca apta para dirigir...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrGM4S_FrbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jZfK3gmdu2s/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1097992758627136166</id><published>2009-09-15T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:50:07.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando crescer quero ser assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrA0tzJeiPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwd_ou9cuLE/s1600-h/mecanica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrA0tzJeiPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwd_ou9cuLE/s320/mecanica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gente, tive aula hoje de mecânica e era uma professorA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei o máximo a mulher mandando ver nos conhecimentos... me senti bem burra, confesso, pois de 50 palavras que ela falou eu devo ter entendido umas 3... Tirei 7,00 na prova...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No mais, o resultado da prova do psicotecnico sai amanha. Mas curti as provas de hoje... acho que sou uma doida APTA a dirigir!rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora vou indo que AINDA não consegui bater o recorde do bendito jogo&lt;br /&gt;... vicio misturado com orgulho é fogo mesmo!rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, tenho outras coisas pra contar, mas fica pra depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To exausta fisica e psicologicamente (o jogo é bom pra desopilar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos (valeu os comentários. Adooooro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1097992758627136166?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1097992758627136166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-crescer-quero-ser-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1097992758627136166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1097992758627136166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-crescer-quero-ser-assim.html' title='Quando crescer quero ser assim...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SrA0tzJeiPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwd_ou9cuLE/s72-c/mecanica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-389139129387155057</id><published>2009-09-14T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:57:38.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As novas novíssimas...</title><content type='html'>To moooooooooooorta de cansaço, mas não poderia deixar de dar o ar de minha graça por esse meu amado espaço virtual, né?&lt;br /&gt;Prometi não abandonar meu cantinho e tenho que cumprir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º - Respondendo ao comentário da Lu (nunca respondo comentário nos comentários porque eu mesma nao vejo os comentarios depois que eu comento, sacou?rs). Enfim, como eu ia dizendo... respondendo ao comentário da Lu&lt;br /&gt;Te bloquear?? Ta doida é?rs&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente foi apenas desencontro basico. De todo modo, fiquei pouquissimo tempo. Mas apesar da OI dizer que quem ama bloqueia, eu não te bloqueei... e ainda te amo ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º - Hoje foi a primeira aula teorica da auto escola (contei essa novidade aqui? Não lembro).&lt;br /&gt;A aula hoje foi de primeiros socorros. caraca, pesadissimo. Um coitado lá até desmaiou... não aguentou as imagens fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que nao sou nem boba nem forte, não olhei os slides e so prestava atenção no professor (pedagogicamente falando, ok?).&lt;br /&gt;A cada final de aula fazemos uma prova (com nota) que é encaminhada ao DETRAN... na de hoje eu tirei dez.&lt;br /&gt;Chique ne?rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero so ver no psicotécnico amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Fresquei tanto de uma amiga que nao passou nesse teste que to até com medo de pagar com a língua...&lt;br /&gt;Já pensou o vexame?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, doida eu seu que sou... mas tomara que não comprovem isso amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais, muita correria.&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana está agitadíssima, como voces podem ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, lembrando aos esquecidos:&lt;br /&gt;sábado é meu aniverśario.&lt;br /&gt;Mandem cartas, e-mails, telegramas, sinais de fumaça, liguem... seja o que for, mas deem meus parabéns, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Eu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamo receber carinho nessa data.&lt;br /&gt;E podem ficar tranquilos que vou relembrando voces até lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou indo... lembram do joguinho viciante? Meu irmão jogou ontem e bateu meu recorde... preciso recuperar minha posição!kkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos que passam por aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-389139129387155057?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/389139129387155057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-novas-novissimas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/389139129387155057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/389139129387155057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-novas-novissimas.html' title='As novas novíssimas...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5630234005359009125</id><published>2009-09-13T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:26:55.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio e vicio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sq1GwilVOUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/oUBGbxW28uc/s1600-h/Captura_de_tela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sq1GwilVOUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/oUBGbxW28uc/s320/Captura_de_tela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar da enorme empolgação que estava ontem, meu sabado foi de casa, casa e casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para não morrer de tedio, resolvi experimentar os joguinhos novos que vieram com o novo sistema instalado pelo meu brother. O resultado foi o vicio nesse "cinco ou mais" até as 5 da manhã...rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Podendo estar gastando energia com tantas outras coisas... tsc tsc tsc!rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O domingo anda no mesmo ritmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Msn, jogo e tedio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso dar um jeito nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou ver filme e comer pipoca... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5630234005359009125?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5630234005359009125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tedio-e-vicio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5630234005359009125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5630234005359009125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tedio-e-vicio.html' title='Tédio e vicio...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sq1GwilVOUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/oUBGbxW28uc/s72-c/Captura_de_tela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4359064126463089275</id><published>2009-09-12T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:10:51.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões reais</title><content type='html'>Tenho excelentes amigos&lt;br /&gt;Pena que não é sempre que posso contar com eles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado à noite?&lt;br /&gt;nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4359064126463089275?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4359064126463089275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusoes-reais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4359064126463089275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4359064126463089275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusoes-reais.html' title='Conclusões reais'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3448685775318937794</id><published>2009-09-12T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:59:46.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje tá perfeito para...</title><content type='html'>To com uma vontade doida de sentar num barzinho, ouvir uma música legal, papear com os amigos (poucos e bons), saborear uns petiscos gostosos, beber uma cerva gelada sem hora para voltar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém se habilita?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3448685775318937794?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3448685775318937794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-ta-perfeito-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3448685775318937794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3448685775318937794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-ta-perfeito-para.html' title='Hoje tá perfeito para...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-8547168648146092345</id><published>2009-09-12T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:28:29.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalizado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqwCJ8IAhXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/05x0xclyFh4/s1600-h/Captura_de_tela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqwCJ8IAhXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/05x0xclyFh4/s320/Captura_de_tela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, com a ajuda do meu queridíssimo irmão, consegui dar cara nova ao meu mini-micro-notebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu que odiava o tal linux, até que agora sou simpatizante!rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-8547168648146092345?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8547168648146092345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/personalizado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8547168648146092345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8547168648146092345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/personalizado.html' title='Personalizado'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqwCJ8IAhXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/05x0xclyFh4/s72-c/Captura_de_tela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3093722981901569723</id><published>2009-09-10T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:13:26.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sqky-CdHcwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/A5Z_677L6Ds/s1600-h/DSC03903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sqky-CdHcwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/A5Z_677L6Ds/s320/DSC03903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De volta a Jampa, com as energias renovadas, estou cheia de planos para esses últimos 4 meses do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns já foram conquistados, outros já estão sendo colocados em prática e assim vou seguindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3093722981901569723?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3093722981901569723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-meses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3093722981901569723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3093722981901569723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-meses.html' title='4 meses'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sqky-CdHcwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/A5Z_677L6Ds/s72-c/DSC03903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1282959162661490523</id><published>2009-09-08T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:56:06.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica literária</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqburEH89pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pmUwhllZxq4/s1600-h/BeberJogar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqburEH89pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pmUwhllZxq4/s320/BeberJogar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu companheiro de viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Li no trajeto da ida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendadíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1282959162661490523?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1282959162661490523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dica-literaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1282959162661490523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1282959162661490523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dica-literaria.html' title='Dica literária'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqburEH89pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pmUwhllZxq4/s72-c/BeberJogar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3259585393840390393</id><published>2009-09-08T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:50:55.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqbtS920fMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zwlxjyqQh-E/s1600-h/interno+aeroporto+recife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqbtS920fMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zwlxjyqQh-E/s320/interno+aeroporto+recife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pouso em Recife - 11h50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Almoçei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Peguei um taxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Rodoviária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saida para Jampa - 13h30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dormi a volta toda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Casa - 15h48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fim do feriadão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3259585393840390393?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3259585393840390393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3259585393840390393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3259585393840390393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/depois.html' title='Depois'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqbtS920fMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zwlxjyqQh-E/s72-c/interno+aeroporto+recife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5588837893162580894</id><published>2009-09-08T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:47:15.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Durante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqbrGVfi5cI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tz9wBiP9nWI/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqbrGVfi5cI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tz9wBiP9nWI/s320/DSC03815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixar mala no ape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Varios bares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Parada em um (esqueci o nome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Duas caipifrutas de morango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas rizadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cama às 3h30 da madruga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em pé às 7h38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Café da manhã na esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tres tapiocas com manteiga e um copo de chocolate quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Volta ao ape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Colaboração no preparo da lasanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Banho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Visita família Araujo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Visita família Castro - farra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Frango no tucupi - tres pratos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Cervejas estupidamente geladas com os tios - dividindo o copo com a Iaiá&lt;br /&gt;Fotos&lt;br /&gt;Risos&lt;br /&gt;Fotos&lt;br /&gt;Risos&lt;br /&gt;Picole de tapioca&lt;br /&gt;Fotos&lt;br /&gt;Casa do pai&lt;br /&gt;Longa conversa&lt;br /&gt;Jantar na Estação das Docas&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao ape&lt;br /&gt;Conversa&lt;br /&gt;Arrumar malas&lt;br /&gt;Net&lt;br /&gt;Cama às 2h&lt;br /&gt;Sem sono&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo às 3h&lt;br /&gt;Levantar&lt;br /&gt;6h banho&lt;br /&gt;Café da manhã no aeroporto&lt;br /&gt;8h20 levantando voo&lt;br /&gt;Bye Belém..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sqbs9mWxgzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Tocq8Fp1QUk/s1600-h/DSC03907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sqbs9mWxgzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Tocq8Fp1QUk/s320/DSC03907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5588837893162580894?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5588837893162580894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/durante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5588837893162580894'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Antes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqboJpi4XMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OHAw6zUoldY/s1600-h/pacotes-de-viagem-49-43-thumb-570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqboJpi4XMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OHAw6zUoldY/s320/pacotes-de-viagem-49-43-thumb-570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O embarque estava marcado para as 18h20, mas às 16h15 eu já estava no aeroporto... sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não consegui conectar, então fiquei ali, pensando no que estava por vir e observando as pessoas ao redor... sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqboJpi4XMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OHAw6zUoldY/s72-c/pacotes-de-viagem-49-43-thumb-570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-357401363493730269</id><published>2009-09-08T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:41:47.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastervida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqXRfzHIUbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-Bz7CCxRD9w/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqXRfzHIUbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-Bz7CCxRD9w/s320/DSC03909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Passagem de onibus JP-RE - R$ xx,xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Taxi para aeroporto do Recife - R$ xx,xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Passagem de avião RE-Belem-RE - R$ xxx.xx&lt;/div&gt;Taxi do aeroporto para rodoviária - R$ xx,xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rever a família toda por um dia inteiro - &lt;b&gt;Não tem preço&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu cada segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Os valores foram retirados por questões eticas!kkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-357401363493730269?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/357401363493730269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/mastervida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/357401363493730269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/357401363493730269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/mastervida.html' title='Mastervida'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqXRfzHIUbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-Bz7CCxRD9w/s72-c/DSC03909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1003119925515518849</id><published>2009-09-04T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:05:35.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriadão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqGqy16zAWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EAi--6cNYVg/s1600-h/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqGqy16zAWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EAi--6cNYVg/s320/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Malas prontas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Coração tranquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ares novos... renovação de energia e astral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E lá vem chegando um monte de momentos felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oba.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Feriadão'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SqGqy16zAWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EAi--6cNYVg/s72-c/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7694256279877160992</id><published>2009-09-03T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:10:49.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Já?</title><content type='html'>Já dizia Toni Garrido&lt;br /&gt;A semana passou num piscar de olhos, eu nem vi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara, não vi mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;O curioso foi que minha colega de trabalho passou a semana inteirinha perguntando diariamente "já arrumou as malas?" e eu sempre achando "cedo demais", até que hoje me toquei que tenho que fazer isso amanhã de todo jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos aos que ficam.&lt;br /&gt;Manterei contato... acho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7694256279877160992?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7694256279877160992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7694256279877160992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7694256279877160992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja.html' title='...Já?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4437867419473840593</id><published>2009-09-02T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:06:50.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá pensando que a vida é fácil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp8D1vD7BaI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jGcYFjXO4YA/s1600-h/Funny+Hard+Work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp8D1vD7BaI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jGcYFjXO4YA/s320/Funny+Hard+Work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So consegui carona até metade do caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Daí tive que pegar um onibus e andar uns dois quarteirões no sol quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei no prédio e tive que subir os tres andares de escada, pois a "gaiola"(elevador aberto, utilizado para levar material nos predios em construção) estava sendo utilizado em outro andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eram três apartamentos a serem medidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Otimista, acreditava que terminaria cedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No meio da medição do primeiro me cortei com a trena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O sangue começou a escorrer do dedo e limpei na blusa mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi profundo... mas vamos em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pingou na calça (será que mancha?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazer medição com o dedão escorrendo sangue incomoda. Não recomendo. Cuidado com trenas assassinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No meio da medição do segundo, o grafite da lapiseira acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Abri a bolsa e procurei pelo estojo (esse sangue não vai parar?), peguei a outra lapiseira... sem grafite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Respirando fundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;vai de caneta mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quase terminando o segundo apartamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que o papel não vai dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Otimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Começei a fazer os desenhos menores. Só pegar uma lupa na hora que for passar pro computador e tá tudo resolvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Medição do terceiro apartamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ambiente cheio de placas de gesso no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Analisei o local. Tinha que entrar ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pisei no primeiro montinho... um pequeno estalo, mas tudo normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao dar o segundo passo, o pé afundou nas placas de gesso e a sandalia que era preta agora estava branca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para não cair, me encostei na parede e soltei a prancheta para pegar apoio. A prancheta caiu no chão e levantou poeira que deixou a calça cinza numa perna. O "encostar na parede"deixou a blusa preta com um circulo branco no meio das costas. E os papeis, além de borrados por causa da caneta, ficaram com a poeira branca do gesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Faltam apenas dois ambientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já são 12h.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To com fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As mãos estão marrons de tanta sujeira. O sangue estancou, mas a aparencia no dedo não é agradavel. Uma mistura de roxo, cinza, branco e vermelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sendo bem positiva, ao menos nao esta doendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Falei em positiva? A caneta começou a falhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sacode daqui, sacode de la, os numeros aparecem, mas falham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sera que vou saber que aquele borrão ali é um 4 ao inves de um 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem que ter fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fim da manhã de levantamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E dizem que vida de arquiteta é moleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu mereço.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4437867419473840593?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4437867419473840593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ta-pensando-que-vida-e-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4437867419473840593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4437867419473840593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ta-pensando-que-vida-e-facil.html' title='Tá pensando que a vida é fácil?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp8D1vD7BaI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jGcYFjXO4YA/s72-c/Funny+Hard+Work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-31463492207465145</id><published>2009-09-02T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:24:56.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia estranho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp78I0OXaTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4EAGmpL4jhU/s1600-h/Ajuda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp78I0OXaTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4EAGmpL4jhU/s320/Ajuda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe aquela sensação de que algo está errado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como quando você, criança, fez arte e sabe que seu pai chegará do trabalho a qualquer momento e lhe dará uma dolorosa bronca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é exatamente assim que estou hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não fiz arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não aconteceu nada demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi até um dia tranquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cansativo, mas tranquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas estou com essa sensação(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aquela insegurança da cobrança familiar que está por vir também está me incomodando...&lt;br /&gt;To indo na minha terra natal buscar forças e to com receio de que as benditas cobranças acabem me deixando meio mau, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba... ser gente grande não é fácil mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje queria um tiquinho de colo e cafuné.&lt;br /&gt;Só um tiquinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ouvir o "sua boba"...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris... justo Paris??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-31463492207465145?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/31463492207465145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-estranho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/31463492207465145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/31463492207465145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-estranho.html' title='Dia estranho...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp78I0OXaTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4EAGmpL4jhU/s72-c/Ajuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1143121594305242337</id><published>2009-09-01T21:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:19:18.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o tempo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp25_dD72-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/X3R9s3NcuVs/s1600-h/m%C3%A3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp25_dD72-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/X3R9s3NcuVs/s320/m%C3%A3e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que nesse exato momento bateu aquela insegurança de visitar os familiares.&lt;br /&gt;Desde a última vez que estive lá muitas coisas aconteceram... primas casaram, bisneto nasceu... e eu... eu... eu?... bom, eu... é... tudo bem, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesa... o tempo pesa.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo, certa vez, disse que &lt;i&gt;já está mais do que na hora de ter um filho&lt;/i&gt;... ele quis dizer:&lt;b&gt; d'eu ter um filho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem? Eu? Mãe???&lt;br /&gt;Esposa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba!!&lt;br /&gt;Sério??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não pense nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditem,&lt;b&gt; eu penso&lt;/b&gt;. E de algum modo, eu quero. Quero mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... quando?&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas comigo NUNCA aconteceram nas "horas certas"... então já estou acostumada com meu "fuso horário diferenciado".&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso mentir que as cobranças (mesmo as indiretas) me afetam e me incomodam em alguns momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que disse que era fácil ser gente grande??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1143121594305242337?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1143121594305242337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1143121594305242337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1143121594305242337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-tempo.html' title='E o tempo?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sp25_dD72-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/X3R9s3NcuVs/s72-c/m%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6145632320237445959</id><published>2009-08-31T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:12:25.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se afobe não, que nada é pra já.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpxxEGxfH_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/lfAxbWV-Yp0/s1600-h/10415mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpxxEGxfH_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/lfAxbWV-Yp0/s320/10415mundo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava aqui lendo o &lt;a href="http://ameninanabolha.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-e-nosso.html?showComment=1251766442130#c8220824352109268585"&gt;blog da Lu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; e um de seus últimos posts foi tão legal que senti vontade de falar sobre o mesmo tema aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O que é nosso"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, ela escreve que devemos aceitar e confiar mais nos planos de Deus e que não devemos ficar correndo feitos loucos atrás de algo, pois o que é nosso vem em nossas mãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E esse é um detalhe que sempre me obrigo a lembrar a cada instante do meu dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Temos muitas vezes o péssimo hábito de querer as coisas na hora que julgamos primordiais, esquecendo que existe um Ser que sabe, melhor do que ninguém, a hora certa para tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Particularmente, é um exercício diário o saber esperar (e confiar), porque, sou humana, e claro, é difícil entender porque algo tão simples não pode acontecer agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é fácil saber esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto, como disse, é um exercicio diário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre que desejo algo, eu peço apenas "que seja feita a Tua vontade"... pois a vontade Dele é sempre a melhor, e sempre virá na hora certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6145632320237445959?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6145632320237445959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-se-afobe-nao-que-nada-e-pra-ja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6145632320237445959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6145632320237445959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-se-afobe-nao-que-nada-e-pra-ja.html' title='Não se afobe não, que nada é pra já.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpxxEGxfH_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/lfAxbWV-Yp0/s72-c/10415mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1428455428769428526</id><published>2009-08-31T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:48:40.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gol ou na trave?</title><content type='html'>Depois de um mês doido e corrido, hoje, exatamente no ULTIMO dia do mes, consegui efetuar uma venda (boa).&lt;br /&gt;O dilema é que, por questões burocráticas, o contrato não foi emitido, o que pode resultar em venda DESSE mes (Deus queira) OU do próximo (Deus me ajude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As outras vendas foram proteladas para setembro (o que será um excelente presente de aniversário se todas forem fechadas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa o segundo tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1428455428769428526?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1428455428769428526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/gol-ou-na-trave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1428455428769428526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1428455428769428526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/gol-ou-na-trave.html' title='Gol ou na trave?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4840032865453511919</id><published>2009-08-31T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:39:46.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ufa</title><content type='html'>o msn voltou ao normal.&lt;br /&gt;Fim do boicote virtual... bom demais teclar com meu amigo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, morfeu me espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom inicio de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4840032865453511919?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4840032865453511919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ufa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4840032865453511919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4840032865453511919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ufa.html' title='Ufa'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7987852037911387874</id><published>2009-08-30T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:58:36.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre teremos Paris?</title><content type='html'>Preciso confessar que não quero esquecer você... nem o que senti quando estava contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso, sua voz, sua maneira desengonçada de dirigir, o jeito como me deixava sem ar tão facilmente...&lt;br /&gt;Nada... não quero esquecer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, de algum modo, tendo essas lembranças comigo, existe esperança lá no fundo de que um dia tudo terá valido a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não seja voce...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não exista mais nós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7987852037911387874?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7987852037911387874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-teremos-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7987852037911387874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7987852037911387874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-teremos-paris.html' title='Sempre teremos Paris?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-9108112884460923217</id><published>2009-08-30T19:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:33:30.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O início do fim é sempre um bom começo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar, que tudo era pra sempre, sem saber que o pra sempre, sempre acaba"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spr-LGOhHVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tzcVr_pnkyc/s1600-h/hey-baby-kate-e-sawyer-c90a0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spr-LGOhHVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tzcVr_pnkyc/s320/hey-baby-kate-e-sawyer-c90a0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes certas situações marcam de um modo que faz a gente mudar, se perder de nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já fomos amigos, amantes, inimigos, confidentes, colegas, parceiros... e tantas, tantas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas é uma pena que nas últimas vezes nos odiarmos pareceu mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente, nos tornamos opostos, contraditórios, incompreensivel um ao outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Voce não aceitou a nova kate... e eu odiei o seu novo eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Concordo que ambos erramos. Ambos carregam em si sua parcela de culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o fato é... será que já não é tarde demais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já não sei como recomeçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem lembro onde paramos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei quem sou para você agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sei é que aquela kate não existe mais.&lt;br /&gt;E se você não é capaz de entender isso, ou de aceitar essa nova amiga... então, talvez realmente seja melhor seguirmos nossos caminhos sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-9108112884460923217?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/9108112884460923217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-inicio-do-fim-e-sempre-um-bom-comeco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/9108112884460923217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/9108112884460923217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-inicio-do-fim-e-sempre-um-bom-comeco.html' title='O início do fim é sempre um bom começo?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spr-LGOhHVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tzcVr_pnkyc/s72-c/hey-baby-kate-e-sawyer-c90a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1843652743184815198</id><published>2009-08-30T17:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:40:49.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia de mesa de bar</title><content type='html'>"Hoje eu quero beber até ficar de pé"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde a época da faculdade que aprendi que as melhores idéias surgem na mesa de um bar...&lt;br /&gt;ou não.&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1843652743184815198?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1843652743184815198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/filosofia-de-mesa-de-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1843652743184815198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1843652743184815198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/filosofia-de-mesa-de-bar.html' title='Filosofia de mesa de bar'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5580367418197139856</id><published>2009-08-30T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:03:07.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando sem sair do lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spra8QeH4lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1FsX3K7DSAA/s1600-h/ist2_745886_working_at_the_beach_size_xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spra8QeH4lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1FsX3K7DSAA/s320/ist2_745886_working_at_the_beach_size_xxl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de sol mas acabei sem sair. Mais por opção do que por falta de.&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontade de falar, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;So curtir o silêncio e meu cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O msn nunca esteve tão vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Não to com vontade de falar, mas trocar idéias digitadas com os amigos poderia ser legal. Mas ninguém ta on.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Cade todo mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhada por uma boa música, resolvi navegar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Legal ler blogs de desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Se achar em textos que não são seus e saber que no fim das contas, estamos todos no mesmo barco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5580367418197139856?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5580367418197139856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/viajando-sem-sair-do-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5580367418197139856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5580367418197139856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/viajando-sem-sair-do-lugar.html' title='Viajando sem sair do lugar'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spra8QeH4lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1FsX3K7DSAA/s72-c/ist2_745886_working_at_the_beach_size_xxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5388831444033112973</id><published>2009-08-30T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:36:42.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"eu era feliz e não sabia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SprANyihpiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DJtvmBC74Kg/s1600-h/happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SprANyihpiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DJtvmBC74Kg/s320/happiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Odeio essa frase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sério mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho a maior idiotice que alguém pode dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como alguém pode ser feliz e não saber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não existe logica nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Você pode até não estar totalmente feliz com a vida que leva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aceito, em termos, mesmo porque, s&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;e não ta feliz com a vida que leva então mude de vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Mas enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, dizer que era feliz e não sabia, me soa tão &lt;b&gt;idiota.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;É muito fácil e cômodo colocar o passado como melhor do que o presente.&lt;br /&gt;Temos facilidade em apagar os momentos ruins e só recordar as coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas daí a julgar que antigamente era tudo melhor do que é hoje é idiotice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu curti cada fase da minha vida como achei que devia.&lt;br /&gt;Obvio que existem caminhos que gostaria de ter escolhido ao invés de outros que segui. Mas se me perguntassem se mudaria algo no meu passado, acreditem, eu nao mudaria NADA.&lt;br /&gt;Porque erros que cometi me levaram a acertar mais a frente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque junto de coisas ruins eu tambem vivi coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu fui feliz, eu sabia que estava sendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que era mais feliz quando era criança, ou quando era adolescente, ou ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Fui feliz no agora... de formas diferentes, de intensidades diferentes. E por inumeras razões diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos desejos mudam, nós mudamos. O que antes me fazia feliz, hoje pode ser que nem faça mais.&lt;br /&gt;O que torna a vida bela são os momentos presentes... é ser feliz e saber que está sendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não viva no passado... ou no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Recordar boas lembranças é maravilhoso. Faça isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não como uma forma de menosprezar seu presente. Mas uma forma de lembrar a si mesmo que a felicidade existe, e que você sabe aproveita-la quando ela chega para você.&lt;br /&gt;É impossível não saber quando ela chega.&lt;br /&gt;Então, por favor, quando estiver sendo feliz, saiba e valorize isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5388831444033112973?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5388831444033112973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-era-feliz-e-nao-sabia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5388831444033112973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5388831444033112973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-era-feliz-e-nao-sabia.html' title='&quot;eu era feliz e não sabia&quot;'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SprANyihpiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DJtvmBC74Kg/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4620646125177680600</id><published>2009-08-30T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:56:39.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq9Ir9VoaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/0xy7fWbn3ps/s1600-h/segunda+feira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq9Ir9VoaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/0xy7fWbn3ps/s320/segunda+feira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Os quadrinhos foram tirados &lt;a href="http://bichinhosdejardim.com/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4620646125177680600?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4620646125177680600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4620646125177680600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4620646125177680600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfeito.html' title='Perfeito'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq9Ir9VoaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/0xy7fWbn3ps/s72-c/segunda+feira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2488545797316139370</id><published>2009-08-30T14:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:53:51.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem à amebas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq8o7HQGGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/7TgZclwHp1k/s1600-h/homenagem+as+amebas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq8o7HQGGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/7TgZclwHp1k/s320/homenagem+as+amebas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-2488545797316139370?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2488545797316139370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/homenagem-amebas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2488545797316139370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2488545797316139370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/homenagem-amebas.html' title='Homenagem à amebas'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq8o7HQGGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/7TgZclwHp1k/s72-c/homenagem+as+amebas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-633941891404818008</id><published>2009-08-30T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:51:33.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq4o3nUiII/AAAAAAAAAwE/me3Iyf9YR8Y/s1600-h/rodney+smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq4o3nUiII/AAAAAAAAAwE/me3Iyf9YR8Y/s320/rodney+smith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem momentos em minha vida em que me sinto uma mera expectadora de um espetáculo onde nada acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez nem devesse nomea-lo como "espetáculo", mas enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente me pego perdida numa multidão me perguntando "para onde ir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Li em algum lugar que devemos sempre sonhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lutar para transformar um sonho numa realidade é o que nos mantém vivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando conseguimos realiza-lo, partimos para o sonho seguinte... e assim vamos em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes, fica mais fácil não querer mais sonhar... e é quando me sinto a expectadora silenciosa e serena sentada na última cadeira do teatro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindo quando todos riem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chorando quando parece o momento oportuno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Reagindo conforme manda o figurino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas lá no fundo, bem fundo, me perguntando "para onde devo mesmo ir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-633941891404818008?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/633941891404818008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-do-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/633941891404818008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/633941891404818008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-do-show.html' title='Hora do show'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spq4o3nUiII/AAAAAAAAAwE/me3Iyf9YR8Y/s72-c/rodney+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1839848008592224334</id><published>2009-08-30T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:06:50.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reta final</title><content type='html'>Então... amanhã é último dia do mes e vamos ver o que acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Agosto foi corridíssimo. &lt;br /&gt;Novamente estava me dedicando mais do que deveria e a mente e o corpo começaram a reclamar.&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta a ficha caiu e resolvi pisar no freio e relaxar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta querer ir além do próprio limite. Eu sei. Mas às vezes sou uma bicha danada de teimosa e acho que aguento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De consciencia recuperada e de volta à caixa (onde tudo é mais seguro), vou seguindo em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mudou... mas tudo esta diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1839848008592224334?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1839848008592224334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/reta-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1839848008592224334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1839848008592224334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/reta-final.html' title='Reta final'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-882528653500960943</id><published>2009-08-29T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:45:06.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de volta à caixa</title><content type='html'>aqui dentro é mais confortável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é uma questao de costume... e estou mais acostumada aqui dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-882528653500960943?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/882528653500960943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-caixa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/882528653500960943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/882528653500960943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-caixa.html' title='de volta à caixa'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4770038963296383414</id><published>2009-08-29T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:02:06.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Splq6SFh9_I/AAAAAAAAAv8/rb6GFvdgWtk/s1600-h/kit-viagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Splq6SFh9_I/AAAAAAAAAv8/rb6GFvdgWtk/s320/kit-viagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem acredito que falta apenas uma semana para minha viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou realmente ansiosa para rever os primos, tios, pai, avós e a terrinha em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nossa que saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A mala não está pronta (faço isso em 5 minutos), mas o espírito ja esta preparado para aguentar as cobranças da incompreendida inalteração do meu estado civil por parte de minha avó paterna (que não cansa nunca de desejar marido e filhos para sua neta mais velha).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Rever família tem tudo isso: a outra avó que vai me achar magrinha e me encherá de comida, a tia que me acha fora do peso e insistirá em me explicar as vantagens de efetuar caminhadas diárias, as primas que me contarão as ultimas aventuras surpreendentes de quem carrega o sangue Castro nas veias, o pai que me olhará como se eu tivesse 11 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To precisando mesmo disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou certa de que serão 2 dias maravilhosos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Falta pouco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4770038963296383414?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4770038963296383414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/quase-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4770038963296383414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4770038963296383414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/quase-la.html' title='Quase lá'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Splq6SFh9_I/AAAAAAAAAv8/rb6GFvdgWtk/s72-c/kit-viagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3995123192168238667</id><published>2009-08-29T14:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:48:36.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão antiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPelsDKEtLQ"&gt;letting the cables sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3995123192168238667?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3995123192168238667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-antiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3995123192168238667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3995123192168238667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-antiga.html' title='Paixão antiga...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6896711740583149913</id><published>2009-08-28T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:10:54.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sphj9j-qlGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/KyYsbl82ByM/s1600-h/color%26pb1_depois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sphj9j-qlGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/KyYsbl82ByM/s320/color%26pb1_depois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;cansei de tentar entender&lt;br /&gt;de ir e vir&lt;br /&gt;de despedidas e reencontros&lt;br /&gt;de acabar e de recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;de fazer promessas e de quebra-las&lt;br /&gt;de dizer "nunca mais" e fazer tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;de ser sua amiga e de deixar de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, a vida é bela, simples e boa demais para desperdiçarmos com tantos joguinhos infantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quer - queira de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Faça valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E economize meu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cansada desse lero-lero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6896711740583149913?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6896711740583149913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6896711740583149913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6896711740583149913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/cansei.html' title='Cansei'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sphj9j-qlGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/KyYsbl82ByM/s72-c/color%26pb1_depois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4244771915857642302</id><published>2009-08-28T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:53:17.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É fato</title><content type='html'>eu não sou um ser descartável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4244771915857642302?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4244771915857642302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4244771915857642302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4244771915857642302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-fato.html' title='É fato'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1852931833210883774</id><published>2009-08-27T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:38:48.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões de uma louca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpcmtEG76hI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YmCSNkwf3SQ/s1600-h/kissingfrog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpcmtEG76hI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YmCSNkwf3SQ/s320/kissingfrog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Até o brejo esvaziou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1852931833210883774?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1852931833210883774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/conclusoes-de-uma-louca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1852931833210883774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1852931833210883774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/conclusoes-de-uma-louca.html' title='Conclusões de uma louca...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpcmtEG76hI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YmCSNkwf3SQ/s72-c/kissingfrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2815849875552776531</id><published>2009-08-27T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:24:32.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Osmar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpciZZvoxeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/5imz9i3wrps/s1600-h/1-viagem-lisboa-blog-01a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpciZZvoxeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/5imz9i3wrps/s320/1-viagem-lisboa-blog-01a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegava na sua casa e era recebida por todas com alegria e empolgação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Preocupada, eu ia até a lan a sua procura. Você estava muito tranquilamente trabalhando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Preciso pegar o avião", eu dizia, mas você nem ligava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um carinha, sentado no fim da sala, se levantava e dizia "Eu te levo, kate".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhei pra você com ar interrogativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda preocupada em não perder o voo, aceitei a ajuda daquele desconhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perdi o voo, mas consegui outro, depois de horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando chegava em Belém, notei que havia esquecido a mala na sua casa. Com o celular dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha preocupação era voltar, mas não sabia como te avisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não era você que ia me buscar na volta... novamente você não apareceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Num momento seguinte, eu estava choramingando com a Rute "ele nem quer mais saber de mim..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ele ainda é seu amigo", ela consolava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aí eu acordei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.: Vê se não me esquece!!!!rs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-2815849875552776531?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2815849875552776531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-osmar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2815849875552776531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2815849875552776531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-osmar.html' title='Para Osmar....'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpciZZvoxeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/5imz9i3wrps/s72-c/1-viagem-lisboa-blog-01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3609898642635777361</id><published>2009-08-27T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:15:52.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temaki pra relaxar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spcg0PskO4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/WUN9_S6MOFk/s1600-h/temaki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spcg0PskO4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/WUN9_S6MOFk/s320/temaki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E a semana segue no mesmo ritmo corrido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem tempo (ou coragem) para msn... no máximo, visitas rápidas no e-mail e orkut (e muitas dela, não geram respostas, em virtude do cansaço).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje foi um dia daqueles corridéeeeeerrimos ao extremo. Tanto, mas tanto, que me obriguei a ter um mínimo de vida social no fim do dia para fazer valer a pena (sempre tem que valer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui comer temaki com meu casal de amigos que amo e colocamos as fofocas em dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfeito para relaxar a mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Energias renovadas. Uma otima noite de sono... e amanhã acordo empolgada para mais um dia de luta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só presta assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3609898642635777361?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3609898642635777361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/temaki-pra-relaxar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3609898642635777361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3609898642635777361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/temaki-pra-relaxar.html' title='Temaki pra relaxar...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Spcg0PskO4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/WUN9_S6MOFk/s72-c/temaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5372237386664117426</id><published>2009-08-25T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:03:49.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como consigo?...</title><content type='html'>...Ainda não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Ta uma correria tão absurda que realmente não sei como ando dando conta de tantos projetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho a agradecer, ne? Afinal, trabalhar me faz bem demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos.&lt;br /&gt;E à Marisinha, seja novamente bem vinda ao mundo blogueiro. Senti saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5372237386664117426?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5372237386664117426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-consigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5372237386664117426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5372237386664117426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-consigo.html' title='Como consigo?...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3403220610602592099</id><published>2009-08-24T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:04:07.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quer que eu desenhe???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpMaSdFRqdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1dcBllmj5P4/s1600-h/duvida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpMaSdFRqdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1dcBllmj5P4/s320/duvida1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu e umas amigas estamos avaliando a possibilidade de passarmos o reveillon em Porto de Galinhas e eu fui incubida de procurar saber dos pacotes oferecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entrei na net, achei um monte de hotéis e pousadas e enviei o seguinte e-mail para todos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;assunto: &lt;b&gt;PACOTES PARA O REVEILLON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Olá,&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite.&lt;br /&gt;Estou, juntamente com 3 amigos, pesquisando hoteis em Porto de Galinhas para passarmos o fim de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Gostariamos de saber quais os pacotes que vocês oferecem para esse periodo (31 ao dia 3).&lt;br /&gt;Formas de pagamento (no caso de um quarto para 4 pessoas) e o que estaria incluido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardamos ansiosamente a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grata,&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Certo?&lt;br /&gt;Está claro para você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois vocês acreditam que DOIS me responderam com a pergunta&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "para qual mes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro que por bem pouquinho eu não respondi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Qual o mes que vocês comemoram o reveillon?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés disso, minha tolerância me deixou escrever apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"PACOTES DE REVEILLON - 31 de dezembro a 3 de janeiro"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (não resisti a colocar o assunto no corpo da mensagem e em CAIXA ALTA)&lt;br /&gt;Espero, &lt;b&gt;de todo coração&lt;/b&gt;, que eles não me perguntem "de que ano".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa... eu mereço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3403220610602592099?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3403220610602592099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/quer-que-eu-desenhe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3403220610602592099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3403220610602592099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/quer-que-eu-desenhe.html' title='Quer que eu desenhe???'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpMaSdFRqdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1dcBllmj5P4/s72-c/duvida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4867637509025168228</id><published>2009-08-23T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:12:27.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te odeio aos domingos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpHM0Zl6yuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BgNM6llxXN0/s1600-h/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpHM0Zl6yuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BgNM6llxXN0/s320/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sério mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter um botão OFF e me desligar aos domingos.&lt;br /&gt;Não pensar... simplesmente não pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos "e se" que ficam martelando minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque justo o domingo...&lt;br /&gt;mas hoje tudo fica mais difícil...&lt;br /&gt;hoje fico menos compreensiva com suas decisões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto vontade de gritar, bater no teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;expor minhas inseguranças, meus medos, meus temores&lt;br /&gt;cobrar promessas feitas e não cumpridas&lt;br /&gt;dizer o quanto gosto de você e o quanto doeu você ter me deixado&lt;br /&gt;que te odeio por isso&lt;br /&gt;que sinto raiva&lt;br /&gt;que doi muito&lt;br /&gt;que choro à noite&lt;br /&gt;que já escrevi vários e-mails explicando o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;que sinto sua falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu realmente te odeio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não faço nada&lt;br /&gt;Guardo dentro de mim tudo o que sinto... toda a dor... todo o amor...&lt;br /&gt;fecho a porta&lt;br /&gt;volto a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;digo sempre que esta tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, não faz nenhuma diferença não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;... acho que morro um pouco aos domingos..&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4867637509025168228?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4867637509025168228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-odeio-aos-domingos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4867637509025168228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4867637509025168228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-odeio-aos-domingos.html' title='Te odeio aos domingos'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpHM0Zl6yuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BgNM6llxXN0/s72-c/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1007803071079551550</id><published>2009-08-23T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:13:58.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não vai com a minha cara?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpG-ygpEJTI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d8s_ztag6vo/s1600-h/Irritada-1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpG-ygpEJTI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d8s_ztag6vo/s320/Irritada-1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Caraca... primeiro, o msn diz que estou off sem estar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;depois o orkut boicota todas as minhas quatro tentativas de adicionar uma foto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;agora o msn volta a me boicotar impossibilitando que eu tecle com um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;vixe... o mundo virtual está com uma conspiração contra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;afff&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1007803071079551550?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1007803071079551550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-vai-com-minha-cara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1007803071079551550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1007803071079551550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-vai-com-minha-cara.html' title='Você não vai com a minha cara?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpG-ygpEJTI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d8s_ztag6vo/s72-c/Irritada-1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7573620963520675116</id><published>2009-08-23T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:08:22.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão a fim de você...</title><content type='html'>Revi o filme já comentado aqui antes.&lt;br /&gt;Filme que toda mulher deveria ter em casa, eu disse na época. E após reve-lo, eu ainda mantenho a dica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas caramba... verdade às vezes dói viu.&lt;br /&gt;De todo modo, mais uma vez concluo que&lt;br /&gt;1. eu sou a regra&lt;br /&gt;2. SE ele está a fim, ele faz algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo... alone... alone...rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7573620963520675116?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7573620963520675116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ele-nao-esta-tao-fim-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7573620963520675116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7573620963520675116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ele-nao-esta-tao-fim-de-voce.html' title='Ele não está tão a fim de você...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6740035651253103545</id><published>2009-08-23T12:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:59:29.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro ou filme?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não pretendo transformar esse meu blog num espaço de críticas e dicas cinematográficas ou literárias, mas o post anterior me inspirou a escrever esse...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne... - Entrevista com o vampiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zM9zMQ179CM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/zM9zMQ179CM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, amei ambos.&lt;br /&gt;O filme, apesar de mudar alguns detalhes da história dos personagens, manteve, em minha singela opiniao, a personalidade fiel dos personagens instigantes de Anne Rice.&lt;br /&gt;Louis, Lestat e Claudia são igualmente incríveis no livro e no cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Em especial, a menininha vampira. A cena do filme em que ela diz "I want some more" (se referindo à sangue) é perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendadíssimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stephenie... - Crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFfZK9IrnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/q83ZOm1KEmI/s1600-h/crepusculo_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFfZK9IrnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/q83ZOm1KEmI/s320/crepusculo_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É maldade tentar comparar o livro com o filme nesse caso.&lt;br /&gt;Desconsiderando totalmente a ligação, eu até poderia dizer que o filme é bonzinho, com uma trilha sonora legal e uma história de vampiros leve, feita para agradar as adolescentes e transformar atores bonitinhos em personagens ligeiramente sexys...&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que o livro é muito mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;O que mais da raiva é o personagem do coitado do Jasper (o da ponta direita na foto), que no filme foi transformado num vampiro bobo, descontrolado e que so pensa em sangue, quando, na verdade, o cara é um vampiro de personalidade forte com um passado de luta.&lt;br /&gt;Bella é mais interessante do que a atriz do filme (que é linda, concordo!rs)&lt;br /&gt;Edward é mais sexy no livro do que o ator conseguiu ser no filme.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob é apenas um menininho bonitinho com musculos, absurdamente diferente ao descrito no livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unicas excessões que eu arriscaria fazer são do Carlisle (o "pai") e da Alice (irmã que preve o futuro).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6740035651253103545?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6740035651253103545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/livro-ou-filme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6740035651253103545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6740035651253103545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/livro-ou-filme.html' title='Livro ou filme?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFfZK9IrnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/q83ZOm1KEmI/s72-c/crepusculo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7771928742215304620</id><published>2009-08-23T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:04:18.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentário literario...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFV3WBj-VI/AAAAAAAAAuk/iIKdQv_JV_M/s1600-h/img.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFV3WBj-VI/AAAAAAAAAuk/iIKdQv_JV_M/s320/img.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A comparaçao não será muito justa, mas o livro de Stephen Meyer é como uma novela: o inicio e o meio é longo e detalhado, mas o fim é rapido demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de não gostar de novela... gostei do livro de verdade (o longo e detalhado aqui é muito mais interessante do que as novelas!). Os personagens são interessantes e a história em si também. Pena mesmo que no ápice a autora resolva ser sucinta e terminar com mais rapidez do que deveria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se querem uma dica: leiam os livros de Anne Rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7771928742215304620?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7771928742215304620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/comentario-literario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7771928742215304620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7771928742215304620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/comentario-literario.html' title='Comentário literario...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFV3WBj-VI/AAAAAAAAAuk/iIKdQv_JV_M/s72-c/img.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7305498906780604043</id><published>2009-08-23T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:41:46.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faz mais diferença...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFUY1lTs2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/X9JHShU1IH4/s1600-h/exclamacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFUY1lTs2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/X9JHShU1IH4/s320/exclamacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;só os amigos verdadeiros é que contam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7305498906780604043?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7305498906780604043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-faz-mais-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7305498906780604043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7305498906780604043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-faz-mais-diferenca.html' title='Não faz mais diferença...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SpFUY1lTs2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/X9JHShU1IH4/s72-c/exclamacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-4188037244097931584</id><published>2009-08-22T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:53:17.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta... mas não totalmente</title><content type='html'>Puxa, mudar layout cansa viu!&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, de volta ao mundo blogueiro com carinha nova e tudo mais que tenho direito (ou que tive paciencia de incluir novamente).&lt;br /&gt;Nem vi e-mail nem orkut... msn tambem, necas.&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça fenomenal... semana puxadissima na loja, e estou realmente cansada de computador.&lt;br /&gt;Mas amanha ainda é domingo e eu certamente dou as caras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-4188037244097931584?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4188037244097931584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-mas-nao-totalmente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4188037244097931584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/4188037244097931584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-mas-nao-totalmente.html' title='De volta... mas não totalmente'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-531957040163911471</id><published>2009-08-20T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:09:00.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporariamente fora do ar</title><content type='html'>Gente,&lt;br /&gt;Calma que serão so dois dias...&lt;br /&gt;To trabalhando muito. Chego em casa sem coragem pra olhar computador.&lt;br /&gt;Então, vou ficar off do mundo virtual uns dois dias (fim de semana tudo fica mais tranquilo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: O layout sera atualizado tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que houve, mas ficou tudo desconfigurado e acabei sem saco para organizar o template.&lt;br /&gt;Não sumam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-531957040163911471?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/531957040163911471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/temporariamente-fora-do-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/531957040163911471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/531957040163911471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/temporariamente-fora-do-ar.html' title='Temporariamente fora do ar'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7863476240360797027</id><published>2009-08-18T19:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:01:32.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronograma diário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sosx5nOub3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/w7MNRUXgoPg/s1600-h/lendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sosx5nOub3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/w7MNRUXgoPg/s320/lendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441846422499186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Banho&lt;br /&gt;- Cafe da manhã&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalho&lt;br /&gt;- Almoço&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalho&lt;br /&gt;- Janta&lt;br /&gt;- leitura de e-mails, orkut e afins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leitura do livro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... tudo cronometradinho. Desse modo, ando off do msn. Pelo menos até terminar o livro... que vale ressaltar, está bem emocionante!&lt;br /&gt;So nao devorei de uma única vez, porque preciso dormir para estar psicologicamente bem pro trabalho no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais... hoje teve cookies de chocolate no lanche... não resisti ao desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7863476240360797027?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7863476240360797027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/cronograma-diario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7863476240360797027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7863476240360797027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/cronograma-diario.html' title='Cronograma diário'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sosx5nOub3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/w7MNRUXgoPg/s72-c/lendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1039049013404476926</id><published>2009-08-18T13:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:36:00.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não adianta vir com guarana pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SorYJ56JV7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/bBeeCYOA7o8/s1600-h/doce_chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SorYJ56JV7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/bBeeCYOA7o8/s320/doce_chocolate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371343170267862962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm... vontade de comer chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Sou ambigua por natureza, eu sei...rs&lt;br /&gt;Inevitavel. Mas juro que só me refiro ao chocolate...kkkk Tem jeito não ne... sou ambigua sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijos doces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1039049013404476926?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1039049013404476926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-adianta-vir-com-guarana-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1039049013404476926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1039049013404476926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-adianta-vir-com-guarana-pra-mim.html' title='Não adianta vir com guarana pra mim...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SorYJ56JV7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/bBeeCYOA7o8/s72-c/doce_chocolate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6247440692289388795</id><published>2009-08-17T22:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:08:01.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou vai... ou racha</title><content type='html'>Então... segunda começou no ritmo corrido... com a diferença de que agora estou mais tranquila e calma.&lt;br /&gt;O fim de semana ajudou muito para dar a relaxada necessaria e colocar a cabeça em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é se concentar no foco e ir em frente...&lt;br /&gt;Ou vai, ou racha...&lt;br /&gt;Se for, otimo... se nao for... rachado não é quebrado! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6247440692289388795?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6247440692289388795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ou-vai-ou-racha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6247440692289388795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6247440692289388795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ou-vai-ou-racha.html' title='Ou vai... ou racha'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-323912084485977566</id><published>2009-08-17T14:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:19:44.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O 4º e último</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SomPaqd5ucI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FY8enemSWXc/s1600-h/amanhecerk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SomPaqd5ucI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FY8enemSWXc/s320/amanhecerk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981718855104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de qualquer coisa, refiro-me aqui unica e exclusivamente ao LIVRO de Stephenie Meyer e não ao filme que virou febre das adolescentes histéricas da atualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui visitar os amigos da Prefácio e aproveitei para adquirir o ultimo livro da serie. Obviamente já começei a devora-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois conto como foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-323912084485977566?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/323912084485977566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-4-e-ultimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/323912084485977566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/323912084485977566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-4-e-ultimo.html' title='O 4º e último'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SomPaqd5ucI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FY8enemSWXc/s72-c/amanhecerk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1807269276716640854</id><published>2009-08-17T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:09:04.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta liberado, ta tudo liberado..rs</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok...&lt;br /&gt;Comentários liberados e sem moderação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osmar, seu argumento foi bastante convincente. Mas uma correção: não creio chegar a ter 10 leitores. Sinceramente, acredito ter apenas 5....rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1807269276716640854?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1807269276716640854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-liberado-ta-tudo-liberadors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1807269276716640854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1807269276716640854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-liberado-ta-tudo-liberadors.html' title='Ta liberado, ta tudo liberado..rs'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5929551271824575116</id><published>2009-08-16T13:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:19:20.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceu azul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SogwoM-LQYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QWiw0s3TUVQ/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SogwoM-LQYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QWiw0s3TUVQ/s320/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370596022874227074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ceu azulzinho...&lt;br /&gt;Dia perfeito para pegar uma praia com os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi o que fiz, claro.&lt;br /&gt;Sombra, carangueijo e cerva estupidamente gelada.&lt;br /&gt;Teria sido um dia tranquilo e perfeito se não fosse o sosia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito estranho se deparar com alguém tão parecido com ele...&lt;br /&gt;A primeira sensação é de que voce viveu uma mentira... a segunda é que voce acha que precisa parar de beber...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Droga... ainda gosto dele...&lt;br /&gt;Como pode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito estranho... muito estranho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5929551271824575116?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5929551271824575116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ceu-azul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5929551271824575116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5929551271824575116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ceu-azul.html' title='Ceu azul...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SogwoM-LQYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QWiw0s3TUVQ/s72-c/DSC03626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-1536608000437869158</id><published>2009-08-15T22:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:52:03.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual de instrução feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sodl4GyDc0I/AAAAAAAAAts/TxfADUWsSlk/s1600-h/mulheres-perfeitas-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sodl4GyDc0I/AAAAAAAAAts/TxfADUWsSlk/s320/mulheres-perfeitas-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370373095230239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*fica tudo entre nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Quando uma mulher diz… na verdade ela quer dizer…&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 – “Certo”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; palavra que as mulheres usam para encerrar uma discussão quando elas estão certas e você precisa se calar;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 – “5 minutos”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Se ela está se arrumando significa meia hora. “5 minutos” só são cinco minutos se esse for o prazo que ela te deu para ver o futebol antes de ajudar nas tarefas domésticas;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 – “Nada”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Esta é a calmaria antes da tempestade. Significa que ALGO está acontecendo e que você deve ficar atento. Discussões que começam em “Nada” normalmente terminam em “Certo”;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 – “Você que sabe”:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É um desafio, não uma permissão. Ela está te desafiando, e nessa hora você tem que saber o que ela quer…e não diga que também não sabe!;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 – “Suspiro ALTO”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Não é realmente uma palavra, é uma declaração não-verbal que frequentemente confunde os homens. Um suspiro alto significa que ela pensa que você é um idiota e que ela está imaginando porque ela está perdendo tempo parada ali discutindo com você sobre “Nada”;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 – “Tudo bem”:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uma das mais perigosas expressões ditas por uma mulher. “Tudo bem” significa que ela quer pensar muito bem antes de decidir como e quando você vai pagar por sua mancada;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 – “Obrigada”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Uma mulher está agradecendo, não questione, nem desmaie. Apenas diga “por nada”. (Uma colocação pessoal: é verdade, a menos que ela diga “MUITO obrigada” – isso é PURO SARCASMO e ela não está agradecendo por coisa nenhuma. Nesse caso, NÃO diga “por nada”. Isso apenas provocará o “Esquece”);&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 – “Esquece”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; É uma mulher dizendo “FODA-SE!!”;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 – “Deixa pra lá, EU resolvo”:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outra expressão perigosa, significando que uma mulher disse várias vezes para um homem fazer algo, mas agora está fazendo ela mesma. Isso resultará no homem perguntando “o que aconteceu?”. Para a resposta da mulher, consulte o item 3;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 – “Precisamos conversar!”:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fudeu!!, você está a 30 segundos de levar um pé na bunda;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 – “Sabe, eu estive pensando…” :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Esta expressão até parece inofensiva, mas usualmente precede os Quatro Cavaleiros do Apocalipse…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-1536608000437869158?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1536608000437869158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/manual-de-instrucoes-femininas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1536608000437869158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/1536608000437869158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/manual-de-instrucoes-femininas.html' title='Manual de instrução feminina'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sodl4GyDc0I/AAAAAAAAAts/TxfADUWsSlk/s72-c/mulheres-perfeitas-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7550995326534100447</id><published>2009-08-15T18:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:25:07.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado a noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocnlvL4syI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3yZhAbwKTaA/s1600-h/hora_pipoca_76109112810453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocnlvL4syI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3yZhAbwKTaA/s320/hora_pipoca_76109112810453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370304609937568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme com pipoca...&lt;br /&gt;Fui.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7550995326534100447?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7550995326534100447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7550995326534100447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7550995326534100447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-noite.html' title='Sabado a noite'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocnlvL4syI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3yZhAbwKTaA/s72-c/hora_pipoca_76109112810453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-8341299201159640705</id><published>2009-08-15T18:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:14:11.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Velha infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sock0d3-u7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/tT5lZ8F_GNk/s1600-h/velha+infancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sock0d3-u7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/tT5lZ8F_GNk/s320/velha+infancia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370301564453829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha tia colocou um monte de foto antiga no orkut dela.&lt;br /&gt;Roubei essa.&lt;br /&gt;To linda com as chiquinhas nos cabelos, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de Belém...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-8341299201159640705?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8341299201159640705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/velha-infancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8341299201159640705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8341299201159640705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/velha-infancia.html' title='Velha infância'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/Sock0d3-u7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/tT5lZ8F_GNk/s72-c/velha+infancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5861015960078721626</id><published>2009-08-15T17:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:25:21.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A alguém totalmente perdido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocX8G6JMPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Xk5PZ-tQCUA/s1600-h/Labirintos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocX8G6JMPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Xk5PZ-tQCUA/s320/Labirintos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370287402076680434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando te conheci, me encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me deixou... me perdi de mim mesma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto sua falta... mas maior do que a saudade é o medo de ainda gostar de alguém que parece ter me esquecido tão facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui nessas linhas confusas...&lt;br /&gt;Me traduza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te espero...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero... muito muito muito.&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa dar um passo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cuida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5861015960078721626?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5861015960078721626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/alguem-totalmente-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5861015960078721626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5861015960078721626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/alguem-totalmente-perdido.html' title='A alguém totalmente perdido...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocX8G6JMPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Xk5PZ-tQCUA/s72-c/Labirintos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2163631992428264345</id><published>2009-08-15T15:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:01:59.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicas musicais... (atendendo ao pedido da Lu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocSdahNkjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dAImEIbjPTE/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocSdahNkjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dAImEIbjPTE/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370281377206735410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é cheia de trilhas sonoras.&lt;br /&gt;Existem músicas que me lembram situações vividas;&lt;br /&gt;Músicas que me lembram determinadas pessoas;&lt;br /&gt;Músicas que me lembram uma época da minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;Existem até músicas que não me lembram nada nem ninguém especificamente, mas que quando as ouço me fazem imaginar determinada situação a qual ela seria perfeita como trilha sonora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou movida a musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E as músicas que estão tocando no meu mp3 agora são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;High and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The bends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A música é deliciosa de ouvir. Trilha sonora boa para se ouvir sozinha e pensar na vida. OU para se ouvir numa viagem de carro, sentindo o vento no rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sexual Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;É uma música sensualíssima... Não me lembra nenhuma situação específica. Mas bem que queria que lembrasse!rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Burguesinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Seu jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dá uma vontade absurda de dançar com essa música.  Especificamente, eu sempre lembro da Sam e da Beth dançando no John People (na noite que fomos, eu tava de pé engessado e quando começou a tocar essa música não resisti e me levantei pra dançar - de gesso mesmo!rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoje eu quero sair só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Lenine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Recomendo a versão do acústico MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Perfeita para levantar o astral. A letra é incrível: do tipo "seja feliz só mesmo, você não depende de ninguém"... E sou fissurada no jeito que o Lenine a canta. Amo muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pieces of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SIM, Britney...kkk. Mas antes de você jogar alguma pedra, dá uma ouvida nessa música. É perfeita para poli dançe! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gimme that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Chris Borwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Toda vez que ouço essa música lembro da minha prima Analou (até consigo visualizar ela cantando desafinadamente, mas com o inglês impecável). Não por nenhuma situação específica, mas porque sei que ela gosta desse tipo de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take a bown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Já viram a letra dessa música? Aaaaamo essa música por causa da letra.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you sorry cause you not..."; "but it's over now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Better be home soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Crowded House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lembra: festa na casa no Joab, eu dançando o "dois pra lá, dois pra cá" de rostinho colado com o Lenio, mas pensando no Ricardo, que não foi pra festa. Fiquei tãããão arrazada naquela noite.&lt;br /&gt;Ruim demais gostar de quem não gosta da gente... Mas não deixa de ser engraçado recordar disso depois que superei.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de adolescência... tão lindo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miss Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Ne-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Essa música também me anima. Fica impossível não acompanhar em voz alta o refrão. Adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A primeira vez que ouvi essa música foi quando tava vendo uns clipes da Pink, no youtube (curti uma música dela, e queria conhecer mais um pouco de sua obra). O clipe é carregadíssima (ela maltrata o coitado do cara que dá pena). Acabei curtindo a música...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Foi essa música dela que curti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Aaaaamo essa música. Mais uma ótima trilha para a poli dançe!rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Rod Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lembra: férias de uma semana em Belém em janeiro de 2008. Casa da tia Naza, quando coloquei o dvd que meu pai gravou pra mim, e uma das primeiras músicas que tocou foi essa. Minha tia, que ama o Rod, gritou lá da cozinha e ficou cantarolando alto. E nesse exato momento lembro de pensar "nossa Deus, como minha vida tá perfeita"...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de todos de Belém quando ouço essa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Boyce Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Já curtia a música da Madonna com o Justin, mas achei essa versão por puro acaso e fiquei absurdamente apaixonada por ela. A voz do cara é deliciosa e sensual. Fico imaginando se ve-lo cantar é tão incrível quanto imagino que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sutilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Skank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Letra minha cara!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Música:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada por:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Simple Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Essa música me faz recordar as noites na minha epoca de adolescente em que chorei compulsivamente com o coração despedaçado.&lt;br /&gt;O refrão é bom cantar alto, fingindo sentir aquela dor...rs&lt;br /&gt;Coração despedaçado na adolescencia doia menos que hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E fim!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-2163631992428264345?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2163631992428264345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/dicas-musicais-atendendo-ao-pedido-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2163631992428264345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2163631992428264345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/dicas-musicais-atendendo-ao-pedido-da.html' title='Dicas musicais... (atendendo ao pedido da Lu)'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocSdahNkjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dAImEIbjPTE/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3105993453349291506</id><published>2009-08-15T15:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:48:38.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocAT_-5toI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZDQ7U4IkPRs/s1600-h/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocAT_-5toI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZDQ7U4IkPRs/s320/working.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370261424255383170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa semana foi absurdamente corrida.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com um projeto ENORME que me tomou a semana inteira (e me fez atrasar todos os outros). O pior era que tinha marcado de termina-lo hoje... até cheguei mais cedo na loja pra isso... mas não terminei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que isso me causa uma sensação péssima de "incapacidade" (o que sei que é besteira, pois sou boa no que faço).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, minha mente travou e simplesmente nao consegui desenhar uma unica parede.&lt;br /&gt;De repente parei para avaliar tudo o que tinha pra fazer (ao inves de FAZER) e travei... bloqueei... desesperei... estressei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente não gosto quando isso acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a bem verdade é que temos nossos limites e é impossivel querer ir além deles. Minha unica saida foi parar, respirar beeem fundo e tentar manter a calma...&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma, sai da loja (2h apos o fim do meu expediente), tomei um sorvete delicioso na esquina e vim pra casa.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda eu termino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometi nem pensar nas coisas que faltam fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou aproveitar o fim de semana para pensar em outras coisas... ouvir musica... ver filme (tem uns cinco que compramos e ainda nao vi) e deixar que minha mente descanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda é um novo começo... e com a mente relaxada, saberei fazer meu trabalho como deve ser feito... respeitando meu limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel ir além...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3105993453349291506?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3105993453349291506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/alem-do-limite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3105993453349291506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3105993453349291506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/alem-do-limite.html' title='Além do limite'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SocAT_-5toI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZDQ7U4IkPRs/s72-c/working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5960892536035683156</id><published>2009-08-14T22:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:54:12.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoYTnxc2o_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/g-9JfJJykTA/s1600-h/blogmusica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoYTnxc2o_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/g-9JfJJykTA/s320/blogmusica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370001179696079858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, nem senti a semana passar...&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana batendo na porta e eu nem senti.&lt;br /&gt;Semana corridissima... estou fisica e mentalmente cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tranquila. Tranquila mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dessa vida corrida no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de manter a cabeça ocupada com os projetos...&lt;br /&gt;Fico melhor assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a bem verdade é que também curto meus momentos solitários em meu mundo (quarto).&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muuuuuuuuito tempo, finalmente comprei uns fones novos e pude voltar a curtir meu mp3.&lt;br /&gt;Amo navegar na net ouvindo musica&lt;br /&gt;Amo ir trabalhar ouvindo musica&lt;br /&gt;Amo dormir ouvindo musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje aproveitei a noite preguiçosa para baixar umas musicas e renovar a trilha musical.&lt;br /&gt;Li e-mails e respondi alguns...&lt;br /&gt;Respondi as mensagens do orkut...&lt;br /&gt;E ta mais do que na hora de ir pra cama...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a minha semana de trabalho so acaba mesmo amanha, após as 13h...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5960892536035683156?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5960892536035683156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sexta-musical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5960892536035683156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5960892536035683156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sexta-musical.html' title='Sexta musical'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoYTnxc2o_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/g-9JfJJykTA/s72-c/blogmusica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-7789701697975634444</id><published>2009-08-13T21:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:36:02.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa mereceu a cópia</title><content type='html'>Achei bárbaro...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tradução da linguagem jurídica para os manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Princípio da iniciativa das partes&lt;/span&gt; - ‘faz a sua que eu faço a minha’..&lt;br /&gt;02 -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Princípio da fungibilidade&lt;/span&gt; - ’só tem tu, vai tu mesmo’ (parte da&lt;br /&gt;         doutrina e da jurisprudência entende como sendo ‘quem não tem cão caça com gato’).&lt;br /&gt;03 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sucumbência &lt;/span&gt;- ‘a casa caiu !!!’, ‘o tambor girou pro seu lado’&lt;br /&gt;04 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Legítima defesa&lt;/span&gt; - ‘tomou, levou’.&lt;br /&gt;05 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Legítima defesa de terceiro&lt;/span&gt; - ‘deu no mano, leva na oreia’.&lt;br /&gt;06 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Legítima defesa putativa&lt;/span&gt; - ‘foi mal’.&lt;br /&gt;07 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oposição &lt;/span&gt;- ’sai batido que o barato é meu’.&lt;br /&gt;08 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nomeação à autoria&lt;/span&gt; - ‘vou cagoetar todo mundo’.&lt;br /&gt;09 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chamamento ao processo&lt;/span&gt; - ‘o maluco ali também deve’.&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Assistência &lt;/span&gt;- ‘então brother, é nóis.’&lt;br /&gt;11 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Direito de apelar em liberdade&lt;/span&gt; - ‘fui!’ (parte da doutrina entende como ’só se for agora’).&lt;br /&gt;12 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Princípio do contraditório&lt;/span&gt; - ‘agora é eu’.&lt;br /&gt;13 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Revelia, preclusão, perempção, prescrição e decadência&lt;/span&gt; - ‘camarão que dorme a onda leva’ (&lt;em&gt;SENSACIONAL!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;14 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Honorários advocatícios&lt;/span&gt; - ‘cada um com seus problemas’.&lt;br /&gt;15 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Co-autoria, e litisconsórcio passivo&lt;/span&gt; - ‘passarinho que acompanha morcego dá de cara com muro’,&lt;br /&gt;16 -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reconvenção&lt;/span&gt; - ‘tá louco, mermão. A culpa é sua’.&lt;br /&gt;17 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comoriência &lt;/span&gt;- ‘um pipoco pra dois’ ou ‘dois coelhos com uma paulada só’.&lt;br /&gt;18 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Preparo&lt;/span&gt; - ‘então…, deixa uma merrequinha aí.’&lt;br /&gt;19 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Deserção&lt;/span&gt; -’deixa quieto’.&lt;br /&gt;20 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recurso adesivo&lt;/span&gt; - ‘vou no vácuo’.&lt;br /&gt;21 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sigilo profissional&lt;/span&gt; - ‘na miúda, só entre a gente’.&lt;br /&gt;22 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estelionato&lt;/span&gt; - ‘malandro é malandro, e mané é mané’.&lt;br /&gt;23 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Falso testemunho&lt;/span&gt; - ‘X nove…’.&lt;br /&gt;24 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reincidência &lt;/span&gt;- ‘porra mermão, de novo?’.&lt;br /&gt;25 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Investigação de paternidade&lt;/span&gt; - ‘toma que o filho é teu’.&lt;br /&gt;26 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Execução de alimentos&lt;/span&gt; - ‘quem não chora não mama’.&lt;br /&gt;27 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Res nullius&lt;/span&gt; - ‘achado não é roubado’.&lt;br /&gt;28 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;De cujus&lt;/span&gt; - ‘presunto’.&lt;br /&gt;29 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Despejo coercitivo&lt;/span&gt; - ’sai batido’.&lt;br /&gt;30 - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Usucapião &lt;/span&gt;- ‘tá dominado, tá tudo dominado’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-7789701697975634444?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7789701697975634444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/essa-mereceu-copia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7789701697975634444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/7789701697975634444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/essa-mereceu-copia.html' title='Essa mereceu a cópia'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-6251139154197713185</id><published>2009-08-13T21:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:28:44.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoStt1eBKII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XkHREFvxjA/s1600-h/176855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoStt1eBKII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XkHREFvxjA/s320/176855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369607658691176578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acordada - 7h&lt;br /&gt;Café - pão de forma com xicara de cafe puro&lt;br /&gt;Chegada na loja - 7h55min&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho - desenvolvimento do projeto que estou produzindo a semana toda&lt;br /&gt;13h10min - saída para almoço (minutos antes da saída, vontade de matar minha gerente... oh criaturinha complicada)&lt;br /&gt;Almoço - um folheado, um pão de queijo e um suco de maracujá&lt;br /&gt;13h45min - retorno do almoço&lt;br /&gt;Continuação do projeto (graças a Deus, sem a gerente do lado dando pitaco errado e sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;18h30min - arquiteta do projeto chegou para discutirmos formas de baratear&lt;br /&gt;18h45min - a cliente chegou de surpresa para ver o projeto&lt;br /&gt;Discussão do projeto... pitaco da gerente (sem noção) que passou o dia me dizendo que tinhamos que baratear o projeto dando a incrivel ideia de AUMENTAR o valor&lt;br /&gt;resposta da cliente "voce ta querendo aumentar o custo é?" (adorei! Bem feito pra gerente)&lt;br /&gt;20h45min - foram todos embora... pude voltar pra casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumo do dia&lt;br /&gt;* minha gerente não sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;* minha gerente é totalmente sem noção e indecisa (uma hora diz uma coisa e em outra já mudou de idéia)&lt;br /&gt;* a vontade de mata-la passou... estou mais tranquila e não vou me estressar pelo que não vale a pena... e PRINCIPALMENTE, por quem não merece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensagem do dia:&lt;br /&gt;"Paciencia é um dom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos cansados... mas tranquilos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Informo que li e-mails e recados do orkut. Mas to cansada demais para responder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-6251139154197713185?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6251139154197713185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6251139154197713185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/6251139154197713185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoStt1eBKII/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XkHREFvxjA/s72-c/176855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-849237036953828659</id><published>2009-08-12T21:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:45:00.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How much...</title><content type='html'>Oi,&lt;br /&gt;Então, ainda estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Fui dar minha checada diária nos sites que acompanho e na volta resolvi passar por aqui novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabem mudei o layout do blog. E paralelamente a isso, acrescentei um monte de coisa que nem acho de supra importancia, mas que, confesso, tem seu lado bom.&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas foi o trequinho que não sei o nome oficial que diz quantas pessoas estão no seu site naquele momento... Agora por exemplo, tem 3 (contando comigo) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos aos meus outros dois leitores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou dormir mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-849237036953828659?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/849237036953828659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/849237036953828659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/849237036953828659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much.html' title='How much...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-3953105190138934894</id><published>2009-08-12T21:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:19:32.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem parar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoNaRKIJEOI/AAAAAAAAAss/-XOeEjPzqOk/s1600-h/calvin+caretas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoNaRKIJEOI/AAAAAAAAAss/-XOeEjPzqOk/s320/calvin+caretas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369234431578542306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Falta bem pouquinho para eu ficar louca por completo.&lt;br /&gt;Sério...&lt;br /&gt;Meu primeiro nome já virou PROJETOS...rs&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com eles, acordo pensando neles, dia todo fazendo-os e antes de dormir uma avaliada mental em todos já virou rotina.&lt;br /&gt;E olha que essa semana meu irmao anda super prestativo e sempre fazemos algo depois do trabalho pra desopilar um pouco. Hoje por exemplo, teve sushi!&lt;br /&gt;Estou mental e fisicamente cansada... mas animada e empolgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus queira que as coisas continuem dando certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos em todos que aparecem por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Hoje nem tem msn... to realmente exausta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-3953105190138934894?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3953105190138934894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-parar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3953105190138934894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/3953105190138934894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-parar.html' title='Sem parar...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoNaRKIJEOI/AAAAAAAAAss/-XOeEjPzqOk/s72-c/calvin+caretas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-9029131576954804732</id><published>2009-08-11T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:26:59.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu odeio o lineage...</title><content type='html'>... e nada mais a declarar!rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-9029131576954804732?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/9029131576954804732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-odeio-o-lineage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/9029131576954804732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/9029131576954804732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-odeio-o-lineage.html' title='Eu odeio o lineage...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-102767625318659195</id><published>2009-08-10T22:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:25:54.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So mais cinco minutinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDGh4mY3lI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MGukOtN3jKI/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDGh4mY3lI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MGukOtN3jKI/s320/relogio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368509041257012818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puxa, essa semana está puxadissima.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa pra fazer... tantos projetos para desenvolver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo muito corrido mas eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;É aquela velha história "cabeça vazia, oficina do diabo"... e do jeito que as coisas estão, a minha esta looooooooonge de ficar vazia!rs&lt;br /&gt;Até sonhando com os projetos eu estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor assim...&lt;br /&gt;A época é perfeita para se dedicar ao trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvio que não faço apenas isso...&lt;br /&gt;Um filminho, um livro, jantar com amigos, conversas no msn com amigos distantes, um pouco de tv acompanhada com a mãe, praia (quando tem sol)... coisas assim são importantes, necessarias e essenciais também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar, um pouco de tempo para mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... o momento é estavel... ceu sem nuvens... humor normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, vamos dormir... to com sono!&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-102767625318659195?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/102767625318659195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-mais-cinco-minutinhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/102767625318659195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/102767625318659195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-mais-cinco-minutinhos.html' title='So mais cinco minutinhos...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDGh4mY3lI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MGukOtN3jKI/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-5449208379114704190</id><published>2009-08-10T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:14:48.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais novo look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDF_CGvQvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/u5tr2sgvAEA/s1600-h/msn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDF_CGvQvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/u5tr2sgvAEA/s320/msn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368508442513195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ficou assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-5449208379114704190?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5449208379114704190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mais-novo-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5449208379114704190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/5449208379114704190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mais-novo-look.html' title='O mais novo look...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SoDF_CGvQvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/u5tr2sgvAEA/s72-c/msn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-2246569453866066613</id><published>2009-08-09T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:37:03.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha sonora</title><content type='html'>Ouço a música tocando no outro quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Sucessos antigos... Information Society... nem sabia que essa banda existia ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Mas consigo acompanhar mentalmente a letra das cançoes...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as letras que eles tocam agora foram na verdade trilhas sonoras da época em que morávamos em Ribeirão Preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado lembrar disso...&lt;br /&gt;Memórias tão vivas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certas coisas marcam muito...&lt;br /&gt;e pra sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-2246569453866066613?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2246569453866066613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/trilha-sonora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2246569453866066613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/2246569453866066613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/trilha-sonora.html' title='Trilha sonora'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779192234584900291.post-8921722746329940092</id><published>2009-08-09T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:52:06.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos pais</title><content type='html'>saudades do meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x02XuM-lHM4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/x02XuM-lHM4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Em...&lt;br /&gt;Domingo - 9 de agosto de 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779192234584900291-8921722746329940092?l=ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8921722746329940092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8921722746329940092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779192234584900291/posts/default/8921722746329940092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassoltasnoar.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html' title='Feliz dia dos pais'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748143883992082475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JbDOMmz6sA/SnEBEtQ2eGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1Pp9qoaLhEw/S220/5cb1a92366438c21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
