<?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-6419252571359252585</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:19:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[i]Meu Eu Itálico[/i]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-3984375690162775907</id><published>2011-03-31T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:41:04.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom saber que ainda existem pessoas que pensam como eu penso. Isso foi umas das coisas mais queridas que eu já li nos últimos tempos. Será que um dia eu vou ter isso... de novo??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E eu quero brincar de esconde-esconde, te emprestar minhas roupas dizer que amo os seus sapatos, sentar na escada enquanto você toma banho!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E massagear seu pescoço, e beijar o teu rosto, segurar sua mão e sair pra andar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Não ligar quando você comer minha comida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Te encontrar numa lanchonete pra falar sobre o dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Falar sobre o seu dia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E rir da sua…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: PARANÓIA! (ficam tensos)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E te dar fitas que você não ouve…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Ver filmes ótimos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Ver filmes horriveis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E te contar sobre o programa de TV que assisti na noite anterior e não rir das suas piadas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Te querer pela manhã…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Mais deixa você dormir mais um pouco!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Te dizer o quanto te amo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Seus olhos…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Seus lábios…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Seu pescoço…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Seus seios…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Suas nádegas… (risos)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Sentar na escada, fumando, até seus vizinhos chegarem em casa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Sentar na escada, fumando, até você chegar em casa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Me preocupar quando você está…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Atrasado! E me surpreender quando você chegar cedo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E te dar girassóis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E ir à sua festa e dançar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Me arrepender quando estou errado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E ficar feliz quando você me perdoa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Olhar suas fotos…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E querer ter te conhecido desde sempre!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Ouvir sua voz…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: No meu ouvido…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Sentir sua pele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Na minha pele! (pensam)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E ficar assustada quando você se irrita!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Eu digo que você está linda…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E te abraçar quando você estiver aflito!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E te apoiar quando você estiver magoada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Te querer quando sinto o teu cheiro, te irritar quando te toco e chorar…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Quando estou ao seu lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E chorar quando não estou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Me debruçar no seu peito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Te sufocar de noite e sentir frio quando você puxa o cobertor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E sentir calor quando você não puxa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Me derreter quando você sorri…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Me desarmar quando você ri… Mas não entender como você pode achar que eu estou rejeitando você!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Quando eu não estou te rejeitando e pensar… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Como você pôde pensar que eu te rejeitaria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E me perguntar quem você é!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Mas te aceitar do mesmo jeito!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E te contar sobre o “tree angel”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: “O menino da floresta encantada.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Que voou todo o oceano!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Por que ele te amava. (pausa)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Comprar presentes que você não quer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E devolvê-los de novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: E te pedir em casamento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E você dizer “não” outra vez.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Mas continuar pedindo, porque, embora…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Você acha que não era verdade…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Mas sempre foi sério, desde a primeira vez que pedi. (pausa, pensam)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Ando pela cidade, pensando…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: É vazio sem você, mas eu quero o que você quiser e penso…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Estou me perdendo…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Mais… Mais… Mais… Vou contar o pior de mim, e tentar…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Dar o melhor de mim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Por que…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Você não merece nada menos que isso! (pensam)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Responder suas perguntas, quando prefiro não responder…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E dizer a verdade…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Mesmo que eu não queira.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E tentar ser honesto! (ficam tensos)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Por que sei que você prefere!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E achar que tudo acabou…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Espera só mais dez minutos!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Antes de me tirar da sua vida!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Esquecer quem eu sou! E me deixar tentar chegar mais perto de você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: E, de alguma forma…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: De alguma forma!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: De alguma forma, compartilhar… Um pouco do irresistível!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Imortal!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Poderoso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Incondicional!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Envolvente!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: Enriquecedor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Agregador!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele e ela: ATUAL! INFINITO! AMOR!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Que eu sinto por você!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3984375690162775907?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3984375690162775907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3984375690162775907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3984375690162775907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3984375690162775907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2011/03/bom-saber-que-ainda-pensa-como-eu-penso.html' title='Ele e Ela.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-9060384868909329423</id><published>2011-03-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:02:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse blog é o MEU EU itálico.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Então eu estou falando sobre quem? Sobre EU. =*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tipo assim, as pessoas que não me conhecem direito sempre me pré-julgam muito mal. Elas não conseguem entender algumas das minhas atitudes, que parecem random e sem sentido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu fico pensando se eu realmente pareço alguém que viraria anoréxico, ou se eu poderia ser alguém com problemas sérios com álcool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tipo assim, me julgar por um único ato é uma coisa muito maldosa, pra não dizer sem sentido e sem fundamento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu fico bem magoado com isso. E é o tipo de mágoa que eu não vou transparecer. Que MILAGROSAMENTE eu resolvi escrever, mas que hmm... né? =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;O pior de tudo, é que eu sempre tento manter a mente aberta e não pré-julgar as pessoas. Pq eu sei como machuca ser pré-concebido de tal maneira... Tipo... não gosto de fazer, e é uma coisa que eu mudaria em 95% das pessoas com quem eu convivo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;=/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou meio decepcionado com randons hj, mas estou bem feliz com pessoas diretamente próximas a mim. E o Rafa tá fazendo um doce. E eu vou pecar ;P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-9060384868909329423?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/9060384868909329423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=9060384868909329423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9060384868909329423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9060384868909329423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2011/03/aparencia.html' title='Aparência'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7896042812195144888</id><published>2011-03-19T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:05:54.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegando mais uma vez de uma festa e constatando que eu ainda sou eu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu não consigo fazer aquilo que muita gente que me conhece espera que eu faça. Que muita gente GOSTARIA que eu fizesse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;É foda saber que pessoas que gostam tanto de mim, almejam aquilo que eu não consigo fazer. Que eu sou incapaz de conseguir fazer. Mas é assim que eu sou, e eu espero que aqueles que me querem tão bem assim, entendam que eu não faço isso pra magoá-los, e sim pq é uma barreira enorme pra mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho minhas dúvidas se eu sou feliz assim, mas tenho a consciência limpa e a certeza de que eu não carrego um peso nas costas por ser do jeito que eu sou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho MILHÕES de defeitos, assim como todo ser humano, mas não me foco neles. Tento esquecê-los e fingir que eles não existem. Às vezes isso dá certo e eles simplesmente desaparecem de mim, sendo substituídos por outros defeitos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Tento me melhorar a cada dia, e sempre que um defeito ou qualidade desaparece ou aparece, outro oposto equivalente surge ou some.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes eu penso que eu não funciono direito. Mas é assim que é a vida. Não funciona direito. Ela só... acontece. E no final, o que é melhor acontece. Pq o que quer que aconteça, VAI ser o melhor. Independente do que acontecer depois. E também vai ser o pior. =P Pq vai ser a única coisa que podia ter acontecido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;É como um tecido. Ele não vai deixar de ser produzido pq tem um defeito, ou pq foi feito excepcionalmente sem defeitos. Ele vai estar lá, com um MILHÃO de outros tecidos. Que vão ser escolhidos pelas suas peculiaridades.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;=]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu devo ser uma aberração. Mas hoje eu sou só um cara half-drunk, escrevendo sinceramente sobre a vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora vou tomar banho e lembrar de trancar bem a porta do banheiro. =X&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;L.A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7896042812195144888?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7896042812195144888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7896042812195144888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7896042812195144888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7896042812195144888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2011/03/always-me.html' title='Always me.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-2820412439383491662</id><published>2011-03-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:24:05.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Começo a sentir coisas. Começo a estar sozinho. Começo a ficar ansioso. Começo a ter medos. Começo a ter vontades. Começo a ouvir músicas e pensar "E se eu não tivesse...", "e se eu tivesse...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas mudam, passam a ter outras opiniões, outras preocupações. Errado e certo não existem. Errado a certo são usados pela gente pra dizer o que a gente gosta e o que a gente não gosta em certas pessoas ou atitudes. Convenções em cima de convenções. Tudo é convencionado para ser desse jeito. É nisso que eu acredito. Mas ainda assim eu me pergunto: De onde vem os sentimentos? A gente sente as coisas. Isso é uma convenção também? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria acreditar que são, aí eu me enganaria e me transformaria numa pessoa mais fria que faria as coisas de acordo com a minha própria cabeça, sem cair nas armadilhas dos outros, sem precisar me preocupar com as consequências dos meus atos com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria... mas não sou assim. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here in my miiiiind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think of how we were when we went out, so very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not afraid of foreverrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;But you changed your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;In life revised you never went away--ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm yours, you're mine, we never had to saaaay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbaaiiiiiiiiiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiye iye iye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's always wintertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here in my miiiiind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think about the way that things turned out, so very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken beyond repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;and you're theerrrre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;cuz you changed your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;In life revised you never went away--ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm yours, you're mine, we never had to saaaay - aaay - aaay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbaaiiiiiiiiiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiye - aaiiiiiiiiiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's always summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;You changed your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life can't be revised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;We said goodbaaaiiiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-2820412439383491662?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/2820412439383491662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=2820412439383491662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2820412439383491662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2820412439383491662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2011/03/always-summertime.html' title='Always Summertime'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-4259614951003373156</id><published>2011-03-06T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:30:19.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;is confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não sei bem o que escrever... mas eu preciso falar. A minha cabeça prega muitas peças em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu não sei o que pensar, eu não sei o que fazer. Nunca pretendo ser desrespeitoso com alguém, e muito menos ofender e magoar... Mas ter esse cuidado é algo que ME magoa... E ME deixa mal comigo mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Como eu resolvo isso? Pensar mais só me deixa em parafuso e pronto pra explodir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu gostaria que todas as pessoas a minha volta lessem pensamentos, pra que eu pudesse ter certeza que eu nunca ia ter que me segurar pra falar/fazer algo errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A propósito, fazia algum tempo que eu não vinha aqui, né Itálico? Vamos mudar um pouco?? =3 Vou dar uma limpada no pó e fazer alguma mudança, mas isso qdo os meninos forem embora. =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-4259614951003373156?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/4259614951003373156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=4259614951003373156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4259614951003373156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4259614951003373156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2011/03/confused-head.html' title='Confused Head'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-305797681630652608</id><published>2010-10-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T05:39:10.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post em duas partes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Primeira parte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ontem eu estava esperando o Rafael sair do banheiro pra fazer xixi e pensei comigo mesmo "vou usar o banheiro da área de serviços que foi recém reformado", pq eu nunca lembro da existência dele, só que a janela dele é uma vitrine pro prédio da frente, e estava eu lá, bem belo fazendo meu xixi, quando olho pela janela e vejo uma pessoa MUITO pelada andando pelo apto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não é certo, mas eu TIVE que sair correndo e fazer o paparazzi. Tirei foto do cara em um zilhão de ângulos antes dele sair. Gente, sério, é uma sensação muito estranha tu tirar fotos de uma coisa inusitada. É muito bom. É meio proíbido e muito delicioso. Sério. Momento decisivo faz muito sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Segunda Parte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí estava eu vagando pelo orkut e vi acabei passando por algumas pessoas que a muito tempo eu não tinha notícias, mas que eram tipo aquelas atention whore sabe? Tem que falar as coisas certas nas horas certas pras pessoas certas pra manter as aparências e etcs, e sempre tem que estar na boca do povo... e... eu vi mudanças! Pessoas sossegadinhas que se ajuntaram e ficaram felizinhas assim, e não se importam mais com a multidão!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu fiquei pensando que eu sinto falta de uma série de pessoas e coisas que aconteciam na minha vida... que não acontecem mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o tempo passa e a gente tem que ficar com lembranças né??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou o post em duas partes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu tou usando mais o blog?? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-305797681630652608?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/305797681630652608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=305797681630652608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/305797681630652608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/305797681630652608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-em-duas-partes.html' title='Post em duas partes'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-6348408747228960702</id><published>2010-10-08T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:29:16.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Tá eu sei, já postei ontem. Mas não aguento sonhar isso e não contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu e uma turma de pessoas (que eu não conhecia) em uma visita a uma foresta particular. Mas essa foresta particular era como se fosse um enorme jardim cercado, com um laguinho no meio, e umas árvores em volta. Tipo, era muito um arranjo de zoológico. Aí estávamos visitando isso. E de repente falta energia, e a gente não pode sair, pq a Floresta particular está sem luz (!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí tem aquleas coisas de sonho e de repente tudo muda, e existe toda uma civilização dentro da "floresta particular/jardim", com médicos e policiais e tudo mais. Aí um velhinho que estava caminhando caiu e estava tendo um infarte, e aí eu saia correndo e descobria que eu conseguia voar por curtos espaços de tempos. Aí eu saí correndo buscar um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cortador de grama&lt;/span&gt; pra salvar ele. Mas os policiais que eu achei, não podiam me emprestar um cortador de grama a não ser que eu provasse que alguém precisava muito, pq ainda estávamos sem energia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ponto eu olho pro lago que ficava enormemente no meio de tudo (tipo tinha mais lago do que terra nessa altura), e via que os peixes estavam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voando&lt;/span&gt;. E ficava abismado com isso. Aí os policiais me entregam uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moréia&lt;/span&gt; pra salvar o velhinho. Mas eu só conseguia ver os peixes voando, e tinha uns peixes muito absurdos!  Aí eu saía meio voando meio correndo atrás da moréia que eu tinha soltado sem querer e ela cai na água, aí eu vejo um outro peixe dando um looping e penso "vai ser divertido" e dou um looping e quando acaba, eu vou direto pra água. E tenho que ir até o fundo pra "recarregar o vôo". Quando eu saio voando em 90° do chão eu bato com a cabeça num helicóptero, que antes de eu cair na água, eles me pegam e me colocam descansando lá dentro, e me dizem "Nós trouxemos o cortador de grama" E eu começo a pensar que seria perigoso um helicóptero com tantos peixes voando, e começa a respingar sangue de peixe em todo mundo, pq eles tão sendo liquidificados pelo helicóptero. Aì o helicóptero pousa e vira o carro do meu pai, e têm três pessoas dentro do carro, uma loira, e mais duas que eu não me lembro, e eu digo que eu tbm posso voar que nem os peixes, aí eu ouço o telefone tocar e acordo... o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a escrita correndo.. MAS DEOS, eu não podia esquecer esse sonho. É tipo MUITO CHAPADO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-6348408747228960702?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/6348408747228960702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=6348408747228960702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6348408747228960702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6348408747228960702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-8457398190622473609</id><published>2010-10-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:08:02.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou ou não?</title><content type='html'>Hoje me disseram "Tu és uma boa pessoa"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não pude deixar de pensar uma sééééérie de coisas a respeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, o que é ser uma boa pessoa? O que vale nesse cálculo? Não que eu me considere uma má pessoa... mas... eu sou uma boa pessoa? FGS eu tenho vááários motivos pra argumentar uma afirmação contrária, claro, que 90% deles são coisas que só eu sei, e que portanto as pessoas não conseguem avaliar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não consegui entender essa afirmação... Eu recebi como um elogio, mas achei complicado pra entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Óbvio que eu me esforço pra ser melhor né? Procuro não me alienar, e não ser... uma pessoa ruim, e dessa vez é uma avaliação em cima dos meus próprios critérios do que é bom e do que é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria saber se estar com pessoas que eu julgo ruins é algo ruim... Não deve ser, pq se for, eu tou muito ferrado e destinado a ficar sozinho. Os meus padrões de bom e ruim são tremendamente altos... E eu não consigo sequer me aceitar.. imagina os outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fãck, eu não sei se eu devia ter escrito isso aqui, mas acho que tá na hora de eu desabafar certas coisas que ficam presas na minha garganta (e não são pentelhos HAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-8457398190622473609?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/8457398190622473609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=8457398190622473609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8457398190622473609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8457398190622473609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2010/10/sou-ou-nao.html' title='Sou ou não?'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-4713405504396717701</id><published>2010-09-03T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:33:19.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, eu sou crianção, mas adoro =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 1. A que horas você se levantou hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 7:30, querendo mais um pouquinho, e sabendo que eu poderia, se eu  tivesse estudado antes =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 2. Diamantes ou pérolas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pearl, mais pelo nome =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  3. Qual foi o último filme que você assistiu no cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 4. Qual o seu programa de TV favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Quando eu assistia TV era "Whose Line is it Anyway".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 5. O que você normalmente come no café da manhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Qualquer coisa rápida, ou que eu esteja com muita vontade (no início do  semestre era "Egg in a basket")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 6. Qual o seu nome do meio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; do Canto =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 7. Que comida você não gosta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mamão u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Beterraba u.ú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Peixe u.ú#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 8. Qual o seu CD favorito no momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Dunno... tenho escutado bastante Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 9. Qual tipo de carro você dirige?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Uninho =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 10. Qual seu sanduíche favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Subway de Almôndegas com queijo suíço e bacon, quente, alface, tomate,  picles, pepino, cebola, pimentão, MUITA azeitona e molho parmesão, no  pão de 4 queijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 11. Qual característica você despreza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; gente arrogante, de fato, me irrita. Falsa segurança parece arrogãncia,  mas com piadinhas e rebaixando os outros, pra mim talvez seja pior. Mas  eu não desprezo. Acho que eu não desprezo muitas coisas... Acho que eu odeio ou adoro... ou sinto indiferença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 12. Qual sua favorita peça de vestir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cueca =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 13. Para onde você iria de férias em qualquer lugar do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nem idéia. Ia adorar passar um tempo em SP com as minhas meninas =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;14. Qual sua marca de roupa favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não gosto de marcas. São qse como rótulos, me irritam igual. Mas tem que usar né? Não conheço nenhuma marca, compro o que eu gosto HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 15. Para onde você iria quando se aposentasse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porto Alegre mesmo, eu acho. talvez... Imbé?? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;16. Qual foi seu aniversário mais memorável?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um que eu saí TORTO de Bêbado do Porão. O dia seguinte foi um caos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;17. Qual seu esporte favorito para assistir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pq assistir? =/ Gosto de jogar Volley e Basquete. E de assistir qlqr coisa onde as pessoas fiquem seminuas ou totalmente nuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 18. Local mais longe que você está enviando isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É um Blog. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 19. Pessoa que você espera que responda primeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não espero u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;20. Quando é o seu aniversário? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;08/08 =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  21. Você é uma pessoa do dia ou da noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dia e Noite. Se pudesse não dormiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 22. Qual numeração do seu sapato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;42 \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;23. Animal de estimação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma gata siamesa, que se chama Duquesa e é pirada. Ela é tbm meu instrumento musical =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 24. Alguma nova excitante notícia que você gostaria de compartilhar  conosco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na questão 24? Sério mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 25. Qual sua bebida/drink favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Drinques de mulherzinha, com nomes do tipo "situação climática"+"lugar  tropical" (por ex.: sunset in Haiti). (Way to go Rodrigo =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 26. Como você está hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Com sono mas qse feliz. A Sexta poderia ter sido melhor, se a quinta tivesse sido boa =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 27. Qual seu bombom (ou doce) favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dunno, gosto de ouro-branco, mas sou louco por iogurte com granola e banana =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 28. Qual sua flor favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rosa, ou a tulipa branca =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 29. Por qual data no calendário você está esperando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;08/11, o escorpião vai ter uma surpresinha &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 30. Qual seu nome completo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah, quem lê sabe. Eu assino ele em tudo. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 31. O que você está ouvindo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Música clássica que o meu irmão está ouvindo... o.õ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;32.  Qual foi a última coisa que você comeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mmiliopã de bacon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 33. Você faz pedido para as estrelas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nowps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 34. Se você fosse um lápis, que cor seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu sou aquele branco lá no cantinho. Eu tou lá, 90% da população mundial não sabe pq eu tou lá nem pra que eu sirvo, 9% dos que me conhecem e sabem que eu sou realmente útil, ADORAM me usar, e 1% da população acha que eu faço um bom composé com o resto dos lápis. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 35. Como está o clima agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chovendo o.õ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 36. Qual a cor natural do seu cabelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loiro =( Mas qse não tenho mais cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 37. Qual seu refrigerante preferido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Soda Antarctica. Mas não gosto de Refri =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;38. Qual seu restaurante favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vida =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 39. Qual sua cor favorita de esmalte para unhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WAT? Gosto daquelas cores com nomes absurdas. Elas me divertem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 40. Qual foi seu brinquedo favorito quando criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um Pirata que tinha roupa de soldado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 41. Verão ou inverno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Verão. Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 42. Abraços ou beijos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Abraços longos.[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 43. Chocolate ou baunilha (suspiro)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baunilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 44. Café ou chá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Chá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 45. Você quer que suas amigas respondam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Azamiga sempre respondji.[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;46. Quando foi a última vez que chorou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Vixe. Vendo inception eu acho. me segurei até o final do filme, mas dei vexame no final. Justo qdo o rafael fez a melhor piada ever. Mas ele deve ter feito de propósito pra eu chorar. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 47. O que tem embaixo da sua cama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um colchão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 48. O que você fez ontem à noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dormi, pq ia acordar cedo pra estudar Ciência e Tecnologia dos Materiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 49. Do que você tem medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vixe, do que eu NÃO tenho medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 50. Salgado ou doce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;os dois =/ não consigo escolher =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;51. Quantas chaves há no seu chaveiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Entre 10 e 15...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 52. Quantos anos no seu emprego atual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não estou trabalhando u.u PORRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 53. Dia favorito da semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Posso dizer terça que tem aula de Foto e de Projeto? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 54. Em quantas cidades você já morou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imbé, Tramandaí e POA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 55. Você faz amizade com facilidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Acho que não, mas as pessoas dizem que sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 56. Para quantas pessoas você irá enviar isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não vou enviar, alguém que pegue isso daqui =D (Viu Priscila, Anderson e Jeckson?? =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; 57. Quantas responderão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Acho que a prika, e se pá o Anderson....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-4713405504396717701?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/4713405504396717701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=4713405504396717701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4713405504396717701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4713405504396717701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2010/09/ah-eu-sou-criancao-mas-adoro-p.html' title='Ah, eu sou crianção, mas adoro =P'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-5788662017818696759</id><published>2010-07-28T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:53:37.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn’t help noticing how handsome John’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of Johns’ sexual orientation and this only made her more curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; than met the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his mom’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Mark and I are just roommates.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, Mark came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her a letter just to be sure.” So he sat down and wrote: “Dear Mother, I’m not saying you ‘did’ take a gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you ‘did not’ take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read: “Dear Son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Mark, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with Mark. But the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed, he would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-5788662017818696759?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/5788662017818696759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=5788662017818696759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5788662017818696759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5788662017818696759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-8907898631173232621</id><published>2009-12-21T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:39:32.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva do Semestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tá, estou emo e vou desabafar. Duas fases. Os prós e os contras. O que eu gostei e o que não. Ênfase naquelas coisas mais importantes em ambos os lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Azul pro Pró,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; vermelho pra Contra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculdade, aulas, ARF, Desenho Técnico, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cálculo, Tadeu, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Carro, DS, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Longe de alguns amigos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;desenhos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;estágio, escola técnica, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Daniel, Tânia, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Acidente de Carro, prof. (não lembro o nome, mas é chatobagarai), Prika longe, Nana longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cris no RJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Entrevista do roteirista da Marvel, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quase todas as notas do semestre, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;calculo,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Rafa, Gui, Luma, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dona Helena, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Diogo, Vívi, Hikari, Yuri, Naty, Camila, Salleiro, Alberto, Andrei, Fipo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TODOS OS CHATOS (sou político de mais pra citá-los), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15 anos da Mica, Renan e Luana, Sushi Random, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;já coloquei estágio e cálculo?, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fringe, SuperNatural, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Os Normais 2, Tendinite, Brüno, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Monoton, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;morar com os irmãos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;férias sozinho, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;férias sozinho, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trabalhos confusos e notas meia boca de Ecodesign, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Janafeelings, Isabel, Lauren, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ieda, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;moodle, pcs novos no trabalho, pc que não funciona mais direito, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Plants vs Zombies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yurismos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saimonismos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fonte de bambú, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;metamorfose, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;saca rolhas estranho, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;corredor, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ampliação da FA, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Alex, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sentimento de ser feio, fora de forma, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sem cigarro, PS2, Disgaea, Phantom Brave, Valkyrie profile DS,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bust a Move DS, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bad Romance, Viva La Vida, Divide and Kreate, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peu (pelo menos depois de meia hora, sim), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Polaróides, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Morte da Kathy Mileidy =/, idéias idiotas e indecisões da minha cabeça, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeckson, Dejô, Liri, Coiso, RoBraun e tantos outros BEM distantes =/, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faltou tempo pra tudo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;distância do Dedo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mesa de desenho, materiais de desenho, coisas novas, marcadores e pastéis \o/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não lembro muito mais coisas... mas aí é uma listinha bem boa né?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metas pra 2010/1:&lt;br /&gt;-Melhorar 100000% meu desempenho acadêmico.&lt;br /&gt;-Ser mais eu e menos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;-Aturar menos bobagens.&lt;br /&gt;-Aturar mais estudo.&lt;br /&gt;-Jogar menos, mas com mais qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;-Entrar em forma, física e intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;-Melhorar minha performance romântica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu. Post de desabafo ficou maior do que eu previa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-8907898631173232621?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/8907898631173232621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=8907898631173232621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8907898631173232621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8907898631173232621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva-do-semestre.html' title='Retrospectiva do Semestre'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-3746747180109108673</id><published>2009-12-20T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:41:55.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyjh4e1wEVs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyjh4e1wEVs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flight Of The Conchords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends sing together&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends do things together&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends laugh together&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha&lt;br /&gt;Friends make graphs together&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends help you when you're in danger&lt;br /&gt;Friends are people who are not strangers&lt;br /&gt;Friends help you shift into a new place&lt;br /&gt;Tell you if you've got food on you're face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the ones, on who you can depend&lt;br /&gt;He's my friend, He's not my friend&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the ones who are there at the end&lt;br /&gt;He's my friend, They're not my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trip over I'll catch you're fall&lt;br /&gt;If you kick my dick, I won't break you're balls&lt;br /&gt;If you get drunk and vomit on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure you get home safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cross the road and a truck struck you&lt;br /&gt;And scrape you up and reconstruct you&lt;br /&gt;I'll cheer you up if you're depressed&lt;br /&gt;If you get murdered I'll avenge you're death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends walk together&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Pop and lock together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him together&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jim forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends go jogging at the track&lt;br /&gt;Friends borrow money never pay It back&lt;br /&gt;Friends do not let friends do crack&lt;br /&gt;Friends go out and grab a snack&lt;br /&gt;Friends drink beer in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Unlike girlfriends they don't mind if you have more than one&lt;br /&gt;Friends tell you when you're flys undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle John had a special friend&lt;br /&gt;They dressed a like, his name was Ben&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen two friends like them&lt;br /&gt;They we're very very friendly men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Friends, Friends&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3746747180109108673?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3746747180109108673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3746747180109108673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3746747180109108673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3746747180109108673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-flight-of-conchords-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-5237348411169733800</id><published>2009-11-17T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:27:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me a Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey Diddle Diddle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the cat and the fiddle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the cow jumped over the moon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The little dog laughed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to see such sport,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the dish ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with the spoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He ran from conviction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and fed his addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as the dish heated the spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The spoon begged to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but the dish shouted: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The Heroin will be ready soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-5237348411169733800?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/5237348411169733800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=5237348411169733800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5237348411169733800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5237348411169733800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-me-story.html' title='Tell me a Story?'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7933753132643081873</id><published>2009-09-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:17:56.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu sem Patê.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Primeiro: Feliz Aniversário Rafa!! =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E a histórinha do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Papai e mamãe do Rafa vieram de São Paulo, fizeram uma enorme surpresa e trouxeram diversos pães e patês para se comer antes de atacar o Bolo gigante de Glacê e Morango do Armelim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Juntos em volta da mesa: Rafa, Seu Donizete, Dona Fátima, Arthur, Theta e eu. Chega o Guilherme, olha a mesa e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"O Meu Bolo eu quero sem Patê."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nisso o Theta responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Quem é que come Patê no bolo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Random person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Tu nunca comeu? É muito bom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rafael:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Pior. Não sabe o que tá perdendo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Passa a comilança, quando uma pergunta é ouvida no ar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Qual patê é bom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arthur responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Aquele."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A cara do Rafael, da Dona Fátima e do Arthur, olhando o Theta passar Patê de ATUM no morango mais bonito do pedaço de torta dele foi algo que realizou o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"É RUIM!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sim, o Theta é um cara puro que acreditou de fato que existia algum sabor delicioso escondido entre o patê e o morango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;XD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7933753132643081873?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7933753132643081873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7933753132643081873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7933753132643081873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7933753132643081873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-meu-sem-pate.html' title='O Meu sem Patê.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-8542242879458616044</id><published>2009-08-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:16:30.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terminei de ler o 3° livro da saga Crepúsculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ÓH, que sem cultura, que decepção, achei que o Luiz fosse mais culto que esse best-seller idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blé. Eu leio o que está à mão, e o que eu gosto. Não leio se vou ter trabalho lendo, ou se não estou gostando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim, meu parecer a respeito do livro (e da saga):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é ruim. Mas poderia ser muuuito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A história é: uma humana que se apaixona por um Vampiro e tem como melhor amigo um Lobisomem, e pela história os dois (Vampiros e Lobisomens) são inimigos mortais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que eu não achei tão ruim: A história é triii boa de ler, prende bastante a atenção, tem bastante ação e é bem leve, Não tem nada muito intelectual, que precise ficar horas pensando a respeito, os personagens são EXTREMAMENTE cativantes, é fácil de se apegar a alguns dos personagens (em geral os secundários, pois a narração em 1ª pessoa cansa as qualidades dos personagens mais importantes), e a história tem uma estrutura que vai se abrindo ao longo dos livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que poderia ser muuuito melhor: A narração em 1ª pessoa CANSA. MUITO. Especialmente quando a personagem que narra tem  chiliques adolescentes. Algumas vezes a narração parece artificial, parece que houve uma edição de última hora em determinados trechos (talvez estivessem pesados de mais?). O cúmulo do padrão de beleza, inteligência, moda e etcs, é colocado o tempo todo, segue a nova receita de bolo para fazer história hoje em dia: Um personagem "esquisito", com um jeito único, bonitão, mas que tem um graaande defeito por trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As falhas não são difíceis de descobrir... Aparentemente a personagem principal NÃO MENSTRUA!! Parece que tem o dedo da editora em diveeersas partes do livro, onde trechos parecem destoantes do resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim. A história é boa. A Narração uma bosta. Os personagens maravilhosos. A Censura uma merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ficamos com um livro bom de ler, mas que não tem de fato o algo a mais de outros. Aposto que em alguns anos esqueci completamente a respeito dessa série. Até lá, os vampiros e os lobos vão receber a minha atenção até o final da série. =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FikDik pra quem quiser ler um livro e não tiver mais nada, mas mais nada meeesmo pra fazer. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luiz Alberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-8542242879458616044?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/8542242879458616044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=8542242879458616044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8542242879458616044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8542242879458616044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/08/lua-nova.html' title='Lua Nova'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-3883150994944946667</id><published>2009-07-20T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:03:08.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Funnehs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SmTM_B-zXCI/AAAAAAAAACY/c7pcYeIhKJw/s1600-h/potter-star-wars-rip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SmTM_B-zXCI/AAAAAAAAACY/c7pcYeIhKJw/s400/potter-star-wars-rip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360634839713405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FUFUFU Será coincidência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SmTNKf8plSI/AAAAAAAAACg/bia_jQFJ4wo/s1600-h/filme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SmTNKf8plSI/AAAAAAAAACg/bia_jQFJ4wo/s400/filme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360635036736001314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vai dizer que não é?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3883150994944946667?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3883150994944946667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3883150994944946667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3883150994944946667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3883150994944946667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-funnehs.html' title='Coisas Funnehs'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SmTM_B-zXCI/AAAAAAAAACY/c7pcYeIhKJw/s72-c/potter-star-wars-rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-4772406184420679719</id><published>2009-07-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:00:18.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programação Interrompida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SluOr7TWSAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5HONk0ZgYEg/s1600-h/R%2B%C3%ADdio+Esmeralda+AM+03+12+06+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SluOr7TWSAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5HONk0ZgYEg/s400/R%2B%C3%ADdio+Esmeralda+AM+03+12+06+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033066991699970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É com uma tristeza imensa que eu venho fazer este post, uma espécie de Luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sábado uma estrelinha dos palcos gaúchos deixou de brilhar. Adriana Marques, que interpretava a adorável Cat Milleidy, faleceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dona de uma voz invejável, dedicação impressionante e um humor maravilhoso, ela cantava e encantava no espetáculo Rádio Esmeralda AM. Tinha planos para dois espetáculos, um infantil (em conjunto com Simone Rasslan, a simpática Pianista Erothyldes Malta de Rádio Esmeralda) entitulada Almanaque Pindorama, e um projeto solo de releituras de cancioneiros tradicionais gaúchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meus mais sinceros abraços de consolo e reconforto aos familiares e amigos (especialmente a companheira de palco Simone Rasslan), em homenagem a grande perda desta artista e maravilhosa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luiz Alberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glp49MR41zA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glp49MR41zA&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;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Killing me Softly, na minha opinião, o auge do espetáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-4772406184420679719?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/4772406184420679719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=4772406184420679719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4772406184420679719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4772406184420679719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/07/programacao-interrompida.html' title='Programação Interrompida'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SluOr7TWSAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5HONk0ZgYEg/s72-c/R%2B%C3%ADdio+Esmeralda+AM+03+12+06+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-9157911578893654679</id><published>2009-06-18T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:37:47.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am, so I must.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Os estereótipos =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Em negrito os meu estereótipo. O que eu sou e o que eu deveria ser de acordo com aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a DANCER, So I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST have a "big one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I MUST be a TERRORIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be gay too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I MUST be violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a SKATER so I MUST do weed and steal stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a PUNK so I MUST only wear black and date only other punks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ASIAN so I MUST be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm MIXED so I MUST be screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm on a DANCE team, so I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I couldn't hurt a FLY, so I MUST be a pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hang out with TEENAGE DRINJKERS and SMOKERS, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I read MANGA, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT so I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm AUSTRALIAN so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I CRY easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can contact the dead, so I MUST be just like the kid from SIXTH SENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have lots of CATS, so I MUST be a crazy old hag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST have bling bling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wear HOODIES, so I MUST be a chav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm ASTHMATIC, so I MUST be a whiney little wimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I like CHOCOLATE, so I MUST be fat and ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-9157911578893654679?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/9157911578893654679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=9157911578893654679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9157911578893654679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9157911578893654679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-i-must.html' title='I am, so I must.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-1900139260648596983</id><published>2009-04-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:17:27.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Shelter...</title><content type='html'>Então, estou completamente noiado com esse filme... Não me sai da cabeça.. desde que eu o assisti parece que eu perdi uma parte de mim... Parece que uma pessoa realmente importante saiu da mminha vida... pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma letra de música que me deixa com os globos oculares extremamente ricos em H2O salina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lie to me - Shane Mack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie, while you're even early&lt;br /&gt;Deny, that you're in any hurry&lt;br /&gt;Cry, and tell me not to worry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what I don't know, is never gonna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, now baby don't feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Deceive me, then just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Leave me, the truth will only kill me&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be, it's gotta be this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bad excuse&lt;br /&gt;Before you turn me lose&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you offer me&lt;br /&gt;A little dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll try&lt;br /&gt;You'll lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, your plane is not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Slow, so I can take it in&lt;br /&gt;And so you say you'll see me later&lt;br /&gt;When you know you won't see me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please before you let go of me&lt;br /&gt;Take me one more time&lt;br /&gt;Appease me, tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;That you haven't gone and change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bad excuse&lt;br /&gt;Before you turn me lose&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you offer me&lt;br /&gt;A little dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll try&lt;br /&gt;You'll lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie, while you're even early&lt;br /&gt;Deny, that you're in any hurry&lt;br /&gt;Cry, and tell me not to worry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what I don't know, is never gonna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bad excuse&lt;br /&gt;Before you turn me lose&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you offer me&lt;br /&gt;A little dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll try&lt;br 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-1900139260648596983?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/1900139260648596983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=1900139260648596983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/1900139260648596983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/1900139260648596983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-shelter.html' title='I need Shelter...'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3788740129651789493?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3788740129651789493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3788740129651789493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3788740129651789493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3788740129651789493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/12/asteroid.html' title='ASTEROID!!'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SUW2bgBItVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/26d8REwRWEQ/s72-c/FO-DA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7102576272480324781</id><published>2008-11-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:23:40.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastique</title><content type='html'>Abram em lugar privado =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei ótimo, uma coletânea de "Redesenhados".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.break.com/index/sfw-porn-clips.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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A Mãe de meu pai está &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doente&lt;/span&gt; e eu preciso levá-la para a ferroviária, pois como em todo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt;, alguma coisa aleatória acontece e nós temos de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fazê-la&lt;/span&gt;, sem perguntar o porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chegando na ferroviária, os dois trens daquela terra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estranha&lt;/span&gt; e sem lei estão em reformas, por pessoas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt; estranhas, e aquela sensação de estar sendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perseguido&lt;/span&gt; percorre meu corpo, já não estou mais no centro da cidade, onde apoiava minha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avó &lt;/span&gt;pelo ombro, me encontro em uma espécie de campo de futebol, e encaro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diversas &lt;/span&gt;pessoas que parecem estar me encurralando, as coisas acontecem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rápidamente&lt;/span&gt;, mas eu sei que elas tem rostos familiares, e muitos destes rostos se repetem, mas com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diferenças &lt;/span&gt;na idade. Sinto que apenas posso confiar no rosto de meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Volto a ver os trens, e a praça ferroviária à distância, eu e meu pai conseguimos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixar &lt;/span&gt;minha avó na segurança de um abrigo, mas precisamos de um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;médico&lt;/span&gt;, pois ela está passando realmente mal, Letícia, uma amiga (que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oportunamente&lt;/span&gt;, como em um sonho, apareceu por ali) se propõe a me acompanhar até lá, pois a estrada é longa, uma vez que cheguemos lá, poderemos usar uma técnica simples, Ctrl+x, Ctrl+v no médico e levá-lo diretamente ao encontro de minha avó (uma espécie de teleporte?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu e Letícia seguimos então pela estrada, eu consigo ver uma estradinha como se fosse um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corredor &lt;/span&gt;entre as árvores, e ouço meu próprio pensamento: "Quando eu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acordar &lt;/span&gt;tenho que me lembrar deste cenário".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logo chegamos em algo que se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parece &lt;/span&gt;com um quiósque, onde um churrasco está sendo feito pelos colegas do CPD, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconheço &lt;/span&gt;as feições da Liara e do Caio entre os presentes, mas eu e Letícia realmente precisamos chegar ao médico, já estamos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conseguindo &lt;/span&gt;avistar sua cabana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letícia se atravessa em minha frente, e é a minha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorte&lt;/span&gt;, pois eu fixava tão atentamente a cabana, que não percebi o lago que estava entre mim e a cabana. Damos a volta no lago e chegamos logo na cabana, um lugar apertado com dois &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambientes&lt;/span&gt;, um ambiente um pouco mais elevado, onde se poderia chegar através de uma escada de plástico, onde havia uma mesa com 4 crianças, e o ambiente de baixo, que possuía uma mesa com apenas duas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crianças&lt;/span&gt;. Letícia tomou a frente e se sentou na mesa de cima, quando se sentou, calmamente pronunciou "Eu sou o Vinho.". O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silêncio &lt;/span&gt;se fez na cabana, o que está acontecendo? Não entendo porque todos me olham com estes olhares de repreensão. Uma das crianças mais velhas da mesa superior me diz "Ainda precisamos de um Pão." Acredito que devo subir para a mesa que se encontra no ambiente superior, mas o primeiro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;degrau &lt;/span&gt;da escada de plástico se contorce, logo que coloco o primeiro pé, a escada não aguenta o meu peso... Sento na mesa que se encontra no ambiente inferior e pronuncio "Eu sou o....", então eu acordo pra atender ao telefone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sério... sonho mais chapado ever... com participação especial da Letícia, que dormiu na cama do lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Detalhe para "Eu sou o Vinho"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sério... eu acordei muito bem humorado depois de um sonho tão chapado quanto este... XD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-2449473380545005064?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/2449473380545005064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=2449473380545005064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2449473380545005064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2449473380545005064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/10/era-uma-vez-em-um-sonho.html' title='Era uma vez, em um sonho...'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-6607226333660148072</id><published>2008-10-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:58:26.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capuccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Receita de Capuccino pra esquentar e adoçar a vida de quem quizer. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São só pózinhos, então mistura tudo e depois esquenta a água quente e mistura, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-80 gramas de Nescafé;&lt;br /&gt;-1/4 de xícara de chocolate em pó (que é diferente de achocolatado);&lt;br /&gt;-1 colher de achocolatado;&lt;br /&gt;-1 colher de canela (pode colocar menos até, pois ela fica bem forte);&lt;br /&gt;-200 gramas de açúcar;&lt;br /&gt;-1 colher de bicarbonato de sódio (opcional);&lt;br /&gt;-200 gramas de leite em pó;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica bem bom, dá pra fazer metade da medida também. Eu coloquei mais chocolate em pó porque prefiro mais doce, mas quem prefere mais o gosto do café, pode colocar mais nescafé né? Enfim. =]&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-6607226333660148072?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/6607226333660148072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=6607226333660148072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6607226333660148072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6607226333660148072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/10/capuccino.html' title='Capuccino'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-1447465047887463843</id><published>2008-10-07T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:11:37.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>Bom, não vou dizer que eu estou bem, pq eu não estou. To doente, e minha avó faleceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um videozinho que me aqueceu o coração antes de sair pra viajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEG-wOEDeI8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEG-wOEDeI8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-1447465047887463843?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/1447465047887463843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=1447465047887463843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/1447465047887463843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/1447465047887463843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/10/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-2092813786922714348</id><published>2008-10-02T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:34:14.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E no CocadaBoa:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Trotes que foram feitos ao SAC de algumas empresas, o site é sensacional e tem várias destas, aí vai um que eu gostei, e fica a dica para acessarem (Já está nos meus feeds) =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cocadaboa.com/archives/cat_sacaneie.php"&gt;CocadaBoa S.A.C.aneie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.C (Serviço de Atendimento ao Consumidor) da Schincariol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autor: Fernando Martinelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gostaria de saber, se ao misturar com a cerveja SCHINCARIOL veneno para extermínio de ratos, o veneno, ao entrar em contato com a cerveja, perderia seu efeito? Perdendo ou não o efeito, é possível que venha a ocorrer óbito da pessoa posteriormente ao consumo da substância!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senhor Fernando:&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos seu contato e informamos que: Qualquer ser humano é muito precioso na face da terra, todos tem seu devido valor, principalmente o senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Marcia A. Perez da S. Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;SAS/MKT - 0800 55 16 55&lt;br /&gt;e-mail : mferreira@schincariol.com.br &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-2092813786922714348?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/2092813786922714348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=2092813786922714348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2092813786922714348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2092813786922714348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-no-cocadaboa.html' title='E no CocadaBoa:'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-2938073716353308749</id><published>2008-10-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:11:16.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto isso, no orkut:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/span&gt; A vontade das pessoas é a melhor das leis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claro, estamos a caminho de Sodoma e Gomorra&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-2938073716353308749?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/2938073716353308749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=2938073716353308749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2938073716353308749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2938073716353308749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/10/enquanto-isso-no-orkut.html' title='Enquanto isso, no orkut:'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-6606801665285853284</id><published>2008-09-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:54:43.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish Master</title><content type='html'>Então, mais um post random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora de Misheard Lyrics, é muito bom, quem tiver tempo sobrando pode dar uma conferida, tem de várias musicas, mas tem que saber inglês pra entender =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi um que (como bom fã da Disney) eu achei BEM divertido =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03XbVH5Rs84&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03XbVH5Rs84&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The way, alguém reparou que na imagem anterior, o Santo (O cara que parece o Coisa) tá chorando? Bem, afinal de contas ele não deve ter mais que 17 anos... =/ E o amigo dele recém foi assassinado... Os fortes também choram =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-6606801665285853284?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/6606801665285853284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=6606801665285853284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6606801665285853284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6606801665285853284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/fish-master.html' title='The Fish Master'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-3175949053833324644</id><published>2008-09-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:41:27.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young X-Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOKZBkjuS6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2hLtYjMtqQ/s1600-h/Jovens.X-Men.06.HQ.BR.22SET08.Os.Impossiveis.BR.GibiHQ.pdf-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOKZBkjuS6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2hLtYjMtqQ/s400/Jovens.X-Men.06.HQ.BR.22SET08.Os.Impossiveis.BR.GibiHQ.pdf-017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251928367739849634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclops e Rockslide (pq Pedreira..... sei lá...) na última edição de Young X-Men. Não sou fã de nenhum dos dois, mas a imagem ficou muito boa, e o contexto também é ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora Young X-Men parece que engatou e vai seguir um pouco melhor do que estava. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, pontos altos da revista: Dust, BlindFold, Anole&lt;br /&gt;Pontos baixos: "Visual Moderninho" da BlindFold, mortos não mortos e personagens que não são de fato os personagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a recomendação: Young X-Men, deve ser lançado no Brasil por Janeiro? Talvez antes ou depois =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3175949053833324644?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3175949053833324644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3175949053833324644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3175949053833324644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3175949053833324644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-x-men.html' title='Young X-Men'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOKZBkjuS6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2hLtYjMtqQ/s72-c/Jovens.X-Men.06.HQ.BR.22SET08.Os.Impossiveis.BR.GibiHQ.pdf-017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7995409415094836499</id><published>2008-09-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:10:31.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terceiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOGjD23dXnI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aBmpuLEbdI/s1600-h/xxxholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOGjD23dXnI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aBmpuLEbdI/s400/xxxholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251657927153770098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então, esse é o meu terceiro post do dia, mas vamos lá. Resolvi atualizar tanto pq eu acho legal. Estou gostando de colocar coisas e mais coisas no meu blogue =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui no cinema hj, ver Casa da Mãe Joana, e é bem interessantezinho, 100% brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a imagem aqui do lado, é de XXXHolic, é o Dream Negotiator, o Negociante de Sonhos, e este é o sonho do Watanuki. Blá. xxxHolic é um mangá que eu não estou pegando a história, as micro-histórias, sim, a história geral não... É muito bom e talz.. mas é confuso &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra atualizar com a imagem mesmo, achei ela particularmente bonita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7995409415094836499?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7995409415094836499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7995409415094836499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7995409415094836499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7995409415094836499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-pra-atualizar-com-imagem-mesmo-achei.html' title='Terceiro'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOGjD23dXnI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aBmpuLEbdI/s72-c/xxxholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-6310363031035910064</id><published>2008-09-29T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:10:24.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makai Sisters</title><content type='html'>Outro post, pq eu estou a fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas coisas que eu gosto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2CFB0FCPAD&amp;amp;Autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=1&amp;amp;songID=V2CFB0FCPAD" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 300px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,Tahoma; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Makai Kingdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlvlMJUjpqo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlvlMJUjpqo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooooooooooove them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters, e Nippon Ichi Software =3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-6310363031035910064?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/6310363031035910064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=6310363031035910064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6310363031035910064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/6310363031035910064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/outro-post-pq-eu-estou-fim.html' title='Makai Sisters'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7622159746411448645</id><published>2008-09-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:10:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon Greer</title><content type='html'>Então. Vi no Flog da &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/frigid_damsel/32697395"&gt;Kaora&lt;/a&gt; e no Flog da &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/lady_yazoo/58993582"&gt;Lady&lt;/a&gt;, achei legal, ctrl+c, ctrl+v =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CD da sua banda que nem vai existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Acesse &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt; - o título da primeira página aleatória que aparecer será o nome da sua banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Vá pra &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt; - as últimas quatro palavras da última frase da página formarão o título do seu disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Acesse &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt; - a terceira foto, não importa qual seja, será a capa do seu disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora jogue tudo no Paint e pronto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOEtzs08ZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o5wj9Nk57D0/s1600-h/capa+de+cd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOEtzs08ZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o5wj9Nk57D0/s400/capa+de+cd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529006720509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7622159746411448645?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7622159746411448645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7622159746411448645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7622159746411448645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7622159746411448645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/ento.html' title='Gordon Greer'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SOEtzs08ZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o5wj9Nk57D0/s72-c/capa+de+cd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-4893270809176173592</id><published>2008-09-26T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:02:21.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post incompleto.</title><content type='html'>Pesquisas recentes do IPI, Instituto de Pesquisas Incompletas, revelou que 7 a cada 10 pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-4893270809176173592?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/4893270809176173592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=4893270809176173592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4893270809176173592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4893270809176173592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-incompleto.html' title='Post incompleto.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-5713123864078929882</id><published>2008-09-13T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:41:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4chan</title><content type='html'>Agora com mais tempo acho que vou atualizar mais essa budega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar colocar coisas aleatórias que me façam bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das mais freqüentes são os Motivational Posts, ou "Postagens Motivacionais", que são beeeem "motivacionais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que der eu traduzo e boto aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa porcaria de blogue vai se 4chanizar agora =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxPkMk7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1n7o0CLaF7A/s1600-h/yoo+suk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxPkMk7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1n7o0CLaF7A/s400/yoo+suk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245762026018214834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxECVxdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EX_e_GMJHpg/s1600-h/women+drivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxECVxdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EX_e_GMJHpg/s400/women+drivers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245762022923421138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxWSBYsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1DwUekjhZ9w/s1600-h/tres+tigres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxWSBYsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1DwUekjhZ9w/s400/tres+tigres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245762027821032130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxS5gt8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hqi8bGwdiuM/s1600-h/percep%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxS5gt8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hqi8bGwdiuM/s400/percep%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245762026912921538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Por favor, meninas, não se sintam ofendidas =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-5713123864078929882?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/5713123864078929882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=5713123864078929882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5713123864078929882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5713123864078929882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/4chan.html' title='4chan'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SMywxPkMk7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1n7o0CLaF7A/s72-c/yoo+suk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-9048076458044742151</id><published>2008-09-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:40:20.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;Tinha dois bolinhos dentro do forno aí um disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":17n" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; text-align: left; "&gt;- Bahh ta ficando quente aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Daí o outro disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Socorro!! Um bolinho falante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-9048076458044742151?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/9048076458044742151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=9048076458044742151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9048076458044742151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9048076458044742151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/piada.html' title='Piada:'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-9099838477390160443</id><published>2008-09-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:34:10.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it 2 me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody's gonna show you how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why work for someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do what you can do right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got no boundaries and no limits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there's excitement, put me in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it's against the law, arrest me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can handle it, undress me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say that a good thing never lasts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then it has to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those are the the people that did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amount to much at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me the bassline and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll shake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me a record and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll break it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no beginning and no ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me a chance to go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll take it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pharrell:] Watch this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To the left, to the right, to the left, to the right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To the left, to the right, to the left, to the right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To the left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get what they say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get what they do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They'd do it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If they were you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You done it all before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It ain't nothing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get what they say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get what they do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'd do it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If they were you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You done it all before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It ain't nothing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it 2 me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquei as partes que eu mais gostei dessa música foda da Madonna (e deixem o meu drag music taste pro lado de lá). Bom, ela vem pro Brasil, e eu não vou vê-la, por falta de dinheiro, e pq eu acho que pagar pra ver uma sessentona, não eras =P (desculpaaaas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blá. Só dando uma pintada por aqui. *piu piu piu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À vir: Decisões difíceis, potencialmente destrutivas para algumas pessoas... Espero estar fazendo o que é melhor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra mim&lt;/span&gt; pelo menos uma vez. É o meu bem em jogo... Can you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-9099838477390160443?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/9099838477390160443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=9099838477390160443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9099838477390160443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/9099838477390160443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-it-2-me.html' title='Give it 2 me!'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-5308695147512993148</id><published>2008-08-24T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:37:03.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>Pq deu vontade de fazer quando eu vi no flog do Shiryu =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Se formou na Faculdade&lt;br /&gt;[X] Beijou alguém&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fumou cigarros&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ficou tão bêbado que apagou&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Foi em todos os brinquedos em um parque de diversões&lt;br /&gt;[X] Colecionou algo bem idiota&lt;br /&gt;[X] Foi num show de rock&lt;br /&gt;[X] Ajudou alguém&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pescou&lt;br /&gt;[X] Discotecou&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Assistiu quatro filmes numa noite&lt;br /&gt;[X] Passou muito tempo sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;[X] Mentiu para alguém&lt;br /&gt;[X] Terminaram um namoro com você&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheirou cocaína&lt;br /&gt;[X] Matou aula&lt;br /&gt;[...] Fumou maconha&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fez algum curso universitário&lt;br /&gt;[X] Esteve num acidente de carro&lt;br /&gt;[X] Esteve num tornado&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Usou drogas pesadas&lt;br /&gt;[...] Viu alguém morrer&lt;br /&gt;[X] Esteve num funeral&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Se queimou&lt;br /&gt;[X] Correu numa maratona&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve os pais divorciados&lt;br /&gt;[X] Chorou até dormir&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gastou mais de $200 num único dia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Voou num avião&lt;br /&gt;[X] Paquerou alguém&lt;br /&gt;[X] Foi paquerado&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Escreveu uma carta de dez páginas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Esquiou&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Velejou&lt;br /&gt;[X] Se cortou&lt;br /&gt;[X] Teve um melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;[X] Perdeu alguém que amava&lt;br /&gt;[...] Roubou algo de uma loja&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Esteve na prisão&lt;br /&gt;[X] Foi suspenso&lt;br /&gt;[X] Teve problemas por algo que não fez&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Roubou livros de uma livraria&lt;br /&gt;[X] Foi para um outro país&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Abandonou a escola&lt;br /&gt;[X] Esteve num sanatório&lt;br /&gt;[X] Assistiu algum filme do Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;[X] Teve um diário online (Um blog/flog? O.o)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Atirou&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Jogou num cassino&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve uma venda de quintal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve uma barraquinha de limonada&lt;br /&gt;[X] Participou de uma peça de escola&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Foi despedido&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Passou por um detector de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nadou com golfinhos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Foi ao Sea World/Sea Life Center&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Votou no BBB/Casa dos Artistas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Escreveu poesia&lt;br /&gt;[X] Leu mais de vinte livros num ano&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Foi pra Europa&lt;br /&gt;[X] Amou alguém que você não podia ter&lt;br /&gt;[X] Ficou confuso sobre sua sexualidade&lt;br /&gt;[X] Usou um livro de colorir depois dos 12 anos&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fez uma cirurgia&lt;br /&gt;[X] Levou pontos&lt;br /&gt;[X] Pegou um táxi&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Viu algum monumento de Washington&lt;br /&gt;[X] Teve mais de cinco conversas instantâneas (MSN) ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve uma overdose&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve algum problema com álcool ou drogas&lt;br /&gt;[X] Participou de uma luta&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sofreu qualquer forma de abuso&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve um hamster (5porquinhos da india e nenhum hamster =/)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve um animal selvagem como animal de estimação&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Usou um cartão de crédito&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Surfou na Califórnia&lt;br /&gt;[X] Pintou o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fez uma tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fez algum piercing&lt;br /&gt;[X] Tirou só notas 10&lt;br /&gt;[X] Já esteve entre os melhores alunos da escola&lt;br /&gt;[XXXX] Seus pais já te mandaram para um psicólogo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Já foi algemado&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Conheceu alguém com HIV ou AIDS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tirou fotos com uma webcam&lt;br /&gt;[X] Colocou fogo em algo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Deu uma festa quando seus pais não estavam em casa&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Foi pego dando uma festa enquanto eles não estavam&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fez enquetes como essa só para passar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fez amigos pela internet e os conheceu ao vivo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Prendeu a respiração num túnel até o final para poder fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Segurou seus pés andando sobre trilhos para fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;[X] Planejou a vida inteira num sonho acordado&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teve um experiência extracorpórea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem umas perguntas muito bizarras, maaaas, whatever =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-5308695147512993148?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/5308695147512993148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=5308695147512993148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5308695147512993148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5308695147512993148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-2754588450328958546</id><published>2008-08-10T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:12:50.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenha Paciência para Aceitar o que não pode ser mudado, Coragem para mudar o que pode, e sabedoria para diferenciar os dois.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pq eu estou escrevendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pq eu não sei mais o que é o que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pq eu tenho que desabafar. Não pra alguém, só desabafar, botar as letrinhas na tela dizendo o que eu sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski Ba Bop Ba Dop Bop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa musica (Scatman), me deixa um pouco melhor =) Créditos pro Gui que me passou =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei mais o que fazer... Não sei mesmo... Tem tanta coisa pendente, tem tanta coisa que eu quero identificar o que é, o que não é, o que eu posso mudar, o que eu não posso, mas no final eu acho que eu tenho que prestar mais atenção no que o título diz, e procurar saber mais sobre o que é o que... O foda é ter coragem... paciência pra mim é fácil... o FODA é ter a coragem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu niversário foi ótimo. Sem dúvida nenhuma foi um dos que vai ficar gravado AFÚ na memória. Brigado, muito obrigado mesmo aos que foram. E aos que não puderam ir, bom, foram recém 22 anos, ainda tem muitos mais pela frente (eu acho). =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de qualquer jeito... estou meio choramingo.. ando meio chorão mesmo... Será que eu posso estar estressado? Posso estar entrando em depressão??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, a minha segunda maior dúvida a respeito do meu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largo o trabalho pra estudar? Aproveito o Agora pra estudar afu? Ou esqueço a faculdade pra esse ano e me concentro em tentar crescer na empresa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira maior dúvida... é a maior dúvida de todo mundo... e essa é a que me deixa mais... perdido... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo... tenho que voltar pra POA e começar a semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-2754588450328958546?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/2754588450328958546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=2754588450328958546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2754588450328958546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/2754588450328958546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/08/tenha-pacincia-para-aceitar-o-que-no.html' title='Tenha Paciência para Aceitar o que não pode ser mudado, Coragem para mudar o que pode, e sabedoria para diferenciar os dois.'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7872841082647408490</id><published>2008-07-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:06:37.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez</title><content type='html'>Mais um final de semana na selva de pedras que é o centro do POA. Na verdade... não foi bem na selva de pedras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No máximo uma planície de parquês... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra contar do meu final de semana, que eu planejei uma coisa e foi outra compleeeeeeeetamente diferente. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou sexta: Sai não sai, sai não sai? Bixou um, o outro sumiu, sobrou eu, Hakkai e Prika... Ficamos em casa jogando e falando e bebendo besteira (detalhe que jogamos besteira, falamos besteira e bebemos besteiras =P). Acordamos, comemos PIZZA, e eles me abandonaram =(&lt;br /&gt;Mas só por um tempinho xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas randômicas do sábado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Beni me raptou e eu vi o Beni e a Luma ^_^ Enquanto o jeckson e a Dejo achavam que eu tinha sido assaltado e esfaqueado de FATO, pq eu desci pra abrir a porta e nunca mais voltei xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei jogos e amei Disgaea =)&lt;br /&gt;MUITO&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar.. tenho dormido menos de 7 hrs por dia por cauisa do vício.. e jogado mais de 5 hrs por dia...  Mas é muito bom @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimos The Watcher (O lavador xD~ Não, era o Observador) que filme ruim X__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comemos PASTEL e depois dormimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois acordamos ejogamos e comemos MASSA, e não lembro o que mais... mas foi uma lerdeza... acho que eu passei o resto do domingo jogando dentro de casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, jantei Pizza no domingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantive uma dieta super saudável no final de semana né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que eu saí de casa UMA vez o final de semana inteiro =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ótimo xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ficar em casa =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Hoje já é segunda (terça) e eu quero que chegue logo o resto da semana... XD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cinema com Jeckson e Dejo \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dia Pro Beni e pra Luma \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dia Pra Formatura do Hakkai \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dia pro papai e mamãe =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deu.. cabaram minhas férias... y.y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanaaaa... quando vamos nos ver? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post randômico com sono e meio bebado xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu apago isso =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7872841082647408490?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7872841082647408490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7872841082647408490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7872841082647408490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7872841082647408490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/07/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era uma vez'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-7431954055130829659</id><published>2008-07-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:10:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então:</title><content type='html'>É malicioso, tem duplo sentido, é bagaceiro e não é verdade. Ou seja, a aminha cara. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior, são wallpapers =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha qual deles é o meu atual? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_033.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_033.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_035.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_035.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_047.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_047.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_039.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_039.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_1201660503.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jokewallpaper.com/uploads/600x450_1201660503.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos para o site de WallPapers: http://www.jokewallpaper.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tará!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-7431954055130829659?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/7431954055130829659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=7431954055130829659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7431954055130829659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/7431954055130829659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/07/ento.html' title='Então:'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-431339906140844684</id><published>2008-07-18T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:33:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies eat my Neighbours</title><content type='html'>Tinha que postar isso aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so my neighbors officially hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GarbageStan23:&lt;/span&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt; Well, me, david and andrew were having a bonfire in the backyard, and we were making s'mores and all... and suddenly we here sirens, and see a firetruck turn into the street in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt; So we all went running to see what was up, and our neigbor's house was on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GarbageStan23:&lt;/span&gt; oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, and when we got there, the wife was crying into her husbands arms, and we were just kinda standing there, and then she saw us, and then like for 10 seconds, gave us the dirtiest look ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt; Turns out, we were still holding our sticks with marshmallows on it, watching the fire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt; talk about bad timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra quem não entende inglês =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, meus vizinhos oficialmente nos odeiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GarbageStan23:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bom, eu David e Andrew, estávamos fazendo uma fogueira no jardim que fica atrás da casa, e estávamos preparando alguns marshmallows. De repente ouvimos sirenes, e vimos um Caminhão de Bombeiros parando na rua em frente a nossa casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Então todos saímos correndo para ver o que estava acontecendo, e a casa de nossos vizinhos estava em chamas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GarbageStan23:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  SIM, e quando chegamos lá a esposa estava chorando nos braços do marido, e nós estávamos, tipo.. só ali, parados... e então ela nos viu, e por tipo, uns 10 segundos nos olhou com os olhos cheios de raiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Acontece que nós ainda estávamos segurando os nossos espetos com marshmallows, olhando a casa pegando fogo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabidplaybunny87:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; isso é que é "timing" ruim&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-431339906140844684?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/431339906140844684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=431339906140844684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/431339906140844684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/431339906140844684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/07/tinha-que-postar-isso-aqui.html' title='Zombies eat my Neighbours'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-5677103523939645007</id><published>2008-06-23T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:28:52.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu queria ser um polvo...</title><content type='html'>Polvos são tão legais... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, eu tava lendo uma reportagem que os polvos são entre os moluscos e animais marinhos (sem contar mamíferos marinhos) os animais com o maior cérebro (em relação ao próprio corpo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E existem biólogos que dizem que o polvo é um dos animais que possuem intelig~encia sobre o seu próprio comportamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei fã de uma hora pra outra de polvos. Muito fã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*editando o post pela 3° vez*&lt;br /&gt;Uma das biólogas inclusive fez um teste com polvos e brinquedos, e diz que a maioria dos polvos BRINCAVA com os brinquedos, como golfinhos e cachorros fazem. O comentário dela é o máximo: "Conchas e moluscos brincam? Não, Humanos brincam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2192211"&gt;Reportagem sobre Polvos (em inglês, é bárbara e vale a pena)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que máximo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8cf7tPoN5o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8cf7tPoN5o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&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/6419252571359252585-5677103523939645007?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/5677103523939645007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=5677103523939645007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5677103523939645007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/5677103523939645007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-queria-ser-um-polvo.html' title='Eu queria ser um polvo...'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-8469425679811051677</id><published>2008-06-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:27:30.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh.. eu vi esse video e tive que postar, ele não é um must de se assistir, mas quem conhece star wars, e gosta de Thriller DEVE assistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os três grupos são bons, mas a parte do Lord Vader é o máximo xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/momento nerdice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkTQwP2gFxU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkTQwP2gFxU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é ótimo a Léia Lauper?? XD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-8469425679811051677?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/8469425679811051677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=8469425679811051677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8469425679811051677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/8469425679811051677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-3190665378559828748</id><published>2008-06-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:47:47.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste pra vocês + Cãozinho Raivoso</title><content type='html'>Então, a brincadeira é assim (roubou do Shaka):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou colocar 10 ítens a meu respeito. 5 verdadeiros e 5 falsos. Vocês tem que me dizer quais são os verdadeiros e quais são os falsos. Será que alguém acerta os 10? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Eu beijei pela primeira vez aos 12 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Eu odiava a minha turma de 3° ano do ensino médio, enquanto adorava a minha turma de 2° e 1° ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Quando eu era pequeno meu apelido em casa era Chibiqüera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Aproveitando de quando eu era pequeno, eu tinha três brinquedos que me eram extremamente importantes (sentimentalmente falando) um elefante que ficava pendurado, e quando balançavam ele, ele "batia" as orelhas (que eram como as do Dumbo) uma Girafa de material desconhecido, que sofreu uma "queda" das mãos do meu irmão e quebrou, e um boneco daqueles de ação, que tinha um olho fechado e a cara bem torta que foi mastigado até a morte pela Danca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Eu já quebrei os dentes da Frente. 2 Vezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Eu adoro gatos, e odeio cães, eu pretendo ter um gato um dia, e o nome dele vai ser algo inusitado como "DJ", ou "esbravejador".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Eu já li todos os livros do Monteiro Lobato da coleção do "Sítio do Pica-pau Amarelo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Tive o cabelo azul por um curto tempo, na mesma época pintei as unhas de preto me fiz de hardcore ò__Ó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Eu já corri da polícia! Pq tava pulando o muro da casa do vizinho... fui pego e tive que explicar tudo =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Eu perco completamente o interesse em um jogo depois que um personagem que eu gosto morre... Não só em jogos, filmes e seriados também são assim... Exceto Dead Like me, pq a personagem principal morre no primeiro episódio (Diz no título né? xP~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, amanhã ou depois eu coloco aqui o resultado de quem fez quantos acertos (se é que alguém vai comentar xP~) e as respostas certas =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um videozinho divertido que passava no cartoon (nos intervalos comerciais) na época em que eu frequentava bastante a casa da minha avó (só via net lá mesmo xP~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cãozinho Raivoso =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbPjNwFLFcA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então, vamos às verdadeiras: 3,4,5,8 e 10. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tabela de resultados foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Anderson e a Priscila acertaram 3 (Os dois acertaram a 3 a 5 e a 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nana acertou 2, a 5 e a 10 e o Jeckson acertou 2, a 8 e a 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem os comentários sobre as questões, motivos de estarem certas ou erradas =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Bom, eu tive dois primeiros beijos...O primeiro com 8 anos de idade (selinho) e o segundo (com língua fufufu) aos 15. Errada, e nossa, todo mundo achou que tava certa =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Essa ninguém acreditou =( Mas tava errada, eu odiava algumas pessoas da sala de terceiro ano, mas nuncaodiei a turma como um todo, era divertida até.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Sim, era chibiqüera XD~ Não lembro pq, mas era... tinha um brinquedo eu acho que eu não desgrudava, mas eu era pequeno de mais pra me lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Essa todo mundo errou =( Era verdadeira... pq todo mundo achou que era mentira? Eu não consigo mentir por muito tempo, logo texto longo = verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Verdade, eu quebrei a primeira vez com uns 9 ~ 10 anos, os dentes de leite os dois da frente, se alguém viu fotos minhas dessa época, sabe que eu passei um ano e meio sem os dois dentes da frente! E a segunda vez foi com 17 mergulhando numa piscina rasa xP~ (prof de natação: "Vai, tu consegue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Eu odeio cães? Tem a Danca e a Tigresa em casa, e eu já tive milhões milhões de cachorros e cachorras antes xD~ Mas sim eu pretendo ter um gato e colocar um nome aleatório nele. Vai ser algo como "Molejo" XD Muito randômico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Todo mundo achou q essa fosse certa tbm. Eu cheguei perto, e comecei a ler todos, mas não passei do meio do Poço do Visconde e não consegui ler mais que o primeiro capítulo de Emília no País da Gramática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Já tive, foi uma época bem foda... só umas 2~3 pessoas ficaram do meu lado nessa época, sendo que umaera só por interesse... =/ Bom, no final eu deixei esse meu lado pseudo-hardcore de lado e voltei a ser eu mesmo... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Já corri da polícia, mas eu não fui pego =P Eu sou fera ué. Tão pensando o que?? XD~ Ah sim, eu não fui pego pq a minha casa era duas casas de distância, era só pular mais um muro xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - E verdade, a segunda verdade unânime =P Todo mundo sabe o pq.Eu gosto dos suicidas xP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, era isso =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém fizer a mais, posta o resultado que eu atualizo =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-3190665378559828748?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/3190665378559828748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=3190665378559828748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3190665378559828748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/3190665378559828748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/06/teste-pra-vocs-cozinho-raivoso.html' title='Teste pra vocês + Cãozinho Raivoso'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-798875653730062157</id><published>2008-05-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:12:15.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You, Ball</title><content type='html'>Às vezes tem pessoas que eu tenho muita vontade de mandar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;se foder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes são pessoas que eu odeio, às vezes pessoas que eu não conheço, às vezes pessoas que eu não suporto, às vezes pessoas que eu adoro. Eu simplesmente não sei o que fazer nessas horas. Eu morro de vontade de dar um grito muito alto... não o faço por educação, pq eu não sou assim. Mas hoje eu vou fazer, pra todos aqueles que um dia me deixaram brabo, eu deixo a imagem abaixo como um símbolo da minha revolta passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vcs levem numa boa, e que entendam que apesar de parecer, eu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; levo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt; numa boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v493/guerreiroescarlate/?action=view&amp;current=fuckyouball.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/guerreiroescarlate/fuckyouball.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-798875653730062157?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/798875653730062157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=798875653730062157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/798875653730062157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/798875653730062157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-you-ball.html' title='Fuck You, Ball'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419252571359252585.post-4040460527947556523</id><published>2008-05-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:50:21.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um blog nasce</title><content type='html'>Porque meu blog não vai ter estréia. Ele nasceu, foi adicionado por uns e outros sem ter NADA, e vai começar a ser postado assim, branquinho, purinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tem no primeiro post? NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que? Porque eu não tenho nada pra postar, óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo eu elaboro e vejo se isso vai ser um blog pessoal, um blog de bobagem, um blog de música, de game, de nerdice, de computação, de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;putaria&lt;/span&gt;, ou qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pretendo&lt;/span&gt; deixar as coisas organizadas, e boas para quem quizer ler. Mas eu lembro que o Blog é MEU, e quem é itálico SOU EU. Então vocês que leêm que não se sentirem satisfeitos, ou se sentirem chateados: ECSPLUDAMSSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom qualquer coisa pra qualquer um.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6419252571359252585-4040460527947556523?l=meueuitalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/feeds/4040460527947556523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6419252571359252585&amp;postID=4040460527947556523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4040460527947556523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6419252571359252585/posts/default/4040460527947556523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meueuitalico.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-blog-nasce.html' title='Um blog nasce'/><author><name>Luiz Alberto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQNMQmCGL8A/SCRO6Be5jAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AsNKKmbNTn4/S220/Arrumardepois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
