<?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-56739711665649372</id><updated>2012-02-07T23:43:02.754-02:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Cultura Inútil'/><category term='Notícias'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='Novel'/><category term='Listas'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Dear Diary'/><category term='Nota da Autora'/><category term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Stand by People</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1142791382902215381</id><published>2011-03-05T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:51:37.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Happyning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Certas coisas na vida não precisam ser explicadas.&lt;br /&gt;Outras realmente não tem explicação lógica.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com certeza não acontecem por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero dizer com isso tudo é que eu não quero saber o porquê elas acontecem, &lt;br /&gt;só quero que elas continuem acontecendo. &lt;br /&gt;Na falta delas, eu as causarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a coisa vem e resolve acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;na boa, não pense demais.&lt;br /&gt;Pense o necessário, recorra a quem deve e reaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ação, reação. Orgulho e preconceito.&lt;br /&gt;Razão e emoção. Eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;Acontecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1142791382902215381?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1142791382902215381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/happyning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1142791382902215381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1142791382902215381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/happyning.html' title='Happyning'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5699268200610642756</id><published>2011-01-31T10:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:57:29.741-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>New York, I Love You (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TUav9xGo-oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wDLi-QbOy5o/s1600/new_york_i_love_you_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TUav9xGo-oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wDLi-QbOy5o/s640/new_york_i_love_you_ver3.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PER-FEI-TO!&lt;br /&gt;Um filme com 10 curta metragens não necessariamente ligados entre si, que mostram, ou não, alguns dos muitos lados de NY. Dentre alguns temas principais, suicídio, romance, depressão, solidão, conformismo, preconceito, diferenças, velhice e religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se emociona, dá risada, para pra pensar, fica tentando imaginar qual seria o possível final para tal história ou o que realmente aconteceu ali (tudo fica muito no ar) e se surpreende a cada novo contexto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem precisa de nexo? Pra que storyline? Sentido? Conexão? Se quanto mais contextos tivermos mais &lt;i&gt;open minded&lt;/i&gt; o filme vai ser?! E não era esse o propósito? Mostrar alguns dos muitos lados de NY.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que particularmente sou encantada por NY adorei o filme! E realmente, as coisas não são bem como nos filmes de finais felizes, então é bom que existam pessoas assim em Hollywood pra fazer uns filmes desses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia linda, trilha sonora excelente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não assisti o Paris, Te Amo, mas me encantei com todas as histórias desse. Não me identifiquei, mas não posso dizer que elas não são humanas, como nós, então acho bom que nos acostumemos com filmes de finais mais amenos e/ou tristes, pois essa é basicamente a realidade de uma maioria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-5699268200610642756?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5699268200610642756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-filme-com-10-curta-metragens-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5699268200610642756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5699268200610642756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-filme-com-10-curta-metragens-nao.html' title='New York, I Love You (2009)'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TUav9xGo-oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wDLi-QbOy5o/s72-c/new_york_i_love_you_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-9024000203904857781</id><published>2011-01-23T20:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:02:45.007-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>How To Be A Serial Killer (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTykyAiT-VI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kqSKEsWrzBo/s1600/HTBASK_CMY_DVD_flat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTykyAiT-VI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kqSKEsWrzBo/s640/HTBASK_CMY_DVD_flat.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosta de humor negro? Muito bem, assista! O filme é sensacional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você fica em dúvida a princípio se é um pseudo-documentário, se é comédia, e etc. Mas ao longo do filme você vai vendo as sacadas do diretor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralelo à história do filme e a trama dos personagens, ele simula um palestrante em um &lt;i&gt;workshop &lt;/i&gt;de 10 passos de como ser um &lt;i&gt;serial killer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A história gira em torno de um ser&lt;i&gt; bon vivant&lt;/i&gt;, de vida dupla, que resolve ensinar outro cara a se tornar um &lt;i&gt;serial killer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os personagens são ótimos e Mike (o protagonista em questão) é fascinante. O coadjuvante fazia o papel &lt;i&gt;weirdo&lt;/i&gt; muito bem também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme bem &lt;i&gt;easy watching &lt;/i&gt;sem ser idiota demais e cheio de &lt;i&gt;quotes&lt;/i&gt; legais. &lt;br /&gt;Primeiro filme desse diretor. É bom ficar de olho nele, porque me parece ser bem promissor!&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza Quentin Tarantino gostaria de ter tido uma ideia dessas e&lt;i&gt; imao&lt;/i&gt; não ficaria tão diferente deste resultado final!&lt;br /&gt;Trilha sonora muito show e palmas para o final do filme. Adorei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-9024000203904857781?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9024000203904857781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-be-serial-killer-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9024000203904857781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9024000203904857781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-be-serial-killer-2008.html' title='How To Be A Serial Killer (2008)'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTykyAiT-VI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kqSKEsWrzBo/s72-c/HTBASK_CMY_DVD_flat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5818085231152895594</id><published>2011-01-15T22:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:48:49.700-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Jennifer's Body (2009) - Garota Infernal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTJAMuyRMKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6rBolUpoma0/s1600/jbukposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTJAMuyRMKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6rBolUpoma0/s1600/jbukposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acho que é preciso entender a proposta do filme. Está bem claro que a diretora (mesma de Juno) quis que o filme fosse &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;trash&lt;/i&gt;, mas que atingisse o povo da sessão da tarde também. Resultado: Umas sacadas muito legais pra quem gosta de filmes fora do comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esperava nada desse filme, achei que fosse algo bem &lt;i&gt;blockbuster&lt;/i&gt; mesmo mas me surpreendeu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela diretora também já dá pra entender bastante coisa, já que desde Juno ela mostrou que gosta de incluir seus gostos pessoais na trama, na trilha sonora e/ou na fala dos personagens. &lt;i&gt;I've see that coming&lt;/i&gt; quando a Juno discute com o pai adotivo do filho dela sobre filmes &lt;i&gt;trashs/horror&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dois filmes ela inclui Hole na trilha sonora. O nome do filme originalmente é Jennifer's Body, nome também de uma música do Hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo das bandas Indies não terem mais a quem recorrer eu ri demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, não era pra ser terror! Não era pra ser &lt;i&gt;trash&lt;/i&gt;! Não era pra ser comédia! É filme anti-gênero eu acho. Mas se fosse pra escolher um gênero, eu diria comédia. Se um dia esses filmes virarem moda, eles talvez vão ser caracterizados como trash contemporâneo, e isso já está acontecendo se notarmos: "Planet Terror" e "Drag me to Hell" (Arraste-me para o Inferno) tem mais ou menos essa linha de pensamento também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem provável que tenhamos um Garota Infernal 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-5818085231152895594?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5818085231152895594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/jennifers-body-2009-garota-infernal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4796603284017080390</id><published>2011-01-15T15:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:42:13.609-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Over Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTHbmnqEnnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VZ2_0mG-cAA/s1600/28160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTHbmnqEnnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VZ2_0mG-cAA/s400/28160.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was thinking, over thinking&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's just too many scenarios&lt;br /&gt;To analyze, look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my dream please come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, over thinking&lt;br /&gt;About exactly how i'm not exactly &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll break my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;Much worse than you could ever do&lt;br /&gt;you're my dream please come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think way too much&lt;br /&gt;On a one track mind&lt;br /&gt;And you're so out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny this anymore&lt;br /&gt;The facts ignored all done before&lt;br /&gt;And if there's one in this world&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me know you're not that &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sinking, lower sinking&lt;br /&gt;Cause I lost the things I held on to&lt;br /&gt;They let me think a thought&lt;br /&gt;A thought that I would know was not&lt;br /&gt;Of seeing my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, over thinking&lt;br /&gt;About how I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're just in the way&lt;br /&gt;Of me and my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think way too much&lt;br /&gt;On a one track mind&lt;br /&gt;And you're so out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm so far behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make sense&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of this&lt;br /&gt;While your fading scent&lt;br /&gt;Just slips through my grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont touch the positive with a negative end&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all of the sparks you're still alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm able i think I'll label&lt;br /&gt;Experience with you as a mistake&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it, I'll say i've had it&lt;br /&gt;Experience with you is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think way too much&lt;br /&gt;On a one track mind&lt;br /&gt;And you're so out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm so far behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make sense&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of this&lt;br /&gt;While your fading scent&lt;br /&gt;Just slips through my grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, over thinking&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's just too many scenarios&lt;br /&gt;to think about, to figure out&lt;br /&gt;if you're my dream please come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Over Thinking - Relient K) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4796603284017080390?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4796603284017080390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2011/01/over-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4796603284017080390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>College Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTHUf6ajpsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/22Dp8cQTblc/s1600/DSC00084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTHUf6ajpsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/22Dp8cQTblc/s400/DSC00084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not for me, not for me! &lt;br /&gt;Call it torture, Call it &lt;br /&gt;U N I V E R S I T Y!&lt;br /&gt;Arts and crafts is all i need, &lt;br /&gt;I'll take calligraphy and &lt;br /&gt;then I'll make a fake degree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7309073023613791874?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TTHUf6ajpsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/22Dp8cQTblc/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-8726308904160941676</id><published>2011-01-12T23:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:53:33.280-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>What Is Your Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;So we sat and talked &lt;br /&gt;Then we walked and talked but &lt;br /&gt;Thought it was the truth &lt;br /&gt;What is your secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged it on and on &lt;br /&gt;Even favorite songs but &lt;br /&gt;Your divisions wrong &lt;br /&gt;What is your secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about you anymore &lt;br /&gt;The people got tired &lt;br /&gt;Our movies dont play much anymore &lt;br /&gt;The actress was fired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were yourself &lt;br /&gt;Not bein someone else &lt;br /&gt;That this was new for you &lt;br /&gt;But what is your secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said just what i said &lt;br /&gt;So whys the meter red? &lt;br /&gt;And whys the needle pegged? &lt;br /&gt;What is your secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about you &lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to control &lt;br /&gt;You want to be controlled &lt;br /&gt;Your like a little switch &lt;br /&gt;And then you take your toll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your every wreckless twist &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't made for this &lt;br /&gt;Thank god that life is so long &lt;br /&gt;And the citys so big &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat and talked &lt;br /&gt;Then we walked and talked &lt;br /&gt;You said just what i said &lt;br /&gt;So whys the meter red? &lt;br /&gt;And whys the needle pegged? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about you anymore &lt;br /&gt;The people got tired &lt;br /&gt;Our movies dont play much anymore &lt;br /&gt;The actress was fired&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about you &lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about you &lt;br /&gt;I dont care about you anymore &lt;br /&gt;The people got tired &lt;br /&gt;Our movies dont play much anymore &lt;br /&gt;The actress was fired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel" style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Nada Surf - What Is Your Secret?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRp--K5rQ9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h8Ef5ktYhaQ/s1600/20470728221cdf78104da1a440a6b957b569b0f764c89c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRp--K5rQ9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h8Ef5ktYhaQ/s640/20470728221cdf78104da1a440a6b957b569b0f764c89c.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muito bacana o filme, engraçado e bem cativante devido ao casting. Sou fã do Justin Long, acho ele um ÓTIMO ator, embora ele só tenha feito filme meia boca até agora, os últimos, contando com esse, já mostram uma melhor fase, um "up" na carreira dele.&amp;nbsp;Espero que ele continue assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a Barrymore, ótima atriz, sem dúvida que ela já está mais que rodada por Hollywood, mas ainda acho que o melhor filme que ela já fez foi E.T imao xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandaram bem na trilha sonora, mas sinceramente, em filme assim não tem como errar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história é essa mesmo, mas para variar eles floriaram demaaaais! Por experiência própria e de amigas, relacionamento a distância é mil vezes pior do que isso, muito mais dramático e o sexo é o menor dos problemas aí, mas foi o que eles mais enfatizaram =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo que tem várias gafes, como por exemplo, o fato dela ser jornalista ESTAGIÁRIA em NY e ter tempo pra brincar na praia PELA TARDE, ir a shows, bares, parques e sei lá mais o que. ISSO NÃO EXISTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o final é meio vazio e do nada tudo se acerta porque já estava dando o tempo do filme. (é isso que parece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero dizer é que o filme tenta ser realista, e algumas horas até consegue, mas num geral não chega nem perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei, até ri e tal, mas esperava algo que realmente mostrasse o que é "amor a distância". É pedir muito? Não era essa a proposta do filme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1116214538541402662?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1116214538541402662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/going-distance-amor-distancia-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1116214538541402662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1116214538541402662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/going-distance-amor-distancia-2010.html' title='Going the Distance (2010) - Amor à Distância'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRp--K5rQ9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h8Ef5ktYhaQ/s72-c/20470728221cdf78104da1a440a6b957b569b0f764c89c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-348821456869714733</id><published>2010-12-28T00:14:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:27:26.982-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><title type='text'>Novel - Chapter Three And The Realizing</title><content type='html'>She thought that it was probably a good idea to check what was going on the other side of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, she used to do this all the time, and every time she did it, she didn't like any of that. But, ''why she did that?", you may ask me, and I will certainly answer you that people have hopes that things will be just like the way they want them to be. "Picture Perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realized, that was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she was an optimist person for things like that, she thought that some things are supposed to be wrong, for us to take some lessons of the colors you may not want to use in a picture representing a happy picnic between friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, such things as happy picnics between friends don't exist. We think they exist because we think we can do it all. The beautiful tablecloth, the basket full of homemade jam, delicious stuff, and the friends around.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she realized that she didn't like that colors, and she didn't want to paint the happy picnic between friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that she needed another reality, but she realized that what she really needed was just reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-348821456869714733?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/348821456869714733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-three-and-realizing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/348821456869714733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/348821456869714733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-three-and-realizing.html' title='Novel - Chapter Three And The Realizing'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1517641326484289390</id><published>2010-12-26T11:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:31:08.098-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><title type='text'>Novel - Chapter Two And The Let-It-Go Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Why bother? - she wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is what I got and there is a huge possibility it will be what I will get in all my futures.&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, I need to drink myself up. Get drunk of me and stuff myself of me. I can't let people invade my space like this, THIS IS MY SPACE FOR GOD'S SAKE! MY TERRITORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack my things and get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;I need to discover another realities because that doesn't concerns me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to pack my stuff, I have to take it ALL and don't look back. I have to take ALL that concerns ME and go away. Pieces can't stay. Memories will be vanish, because memories are myself in small amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to let it go, it will go, and it will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;Never is a very strong word, but I have to use it in this case, because extreme decisions ask for extreme behaviors. (and I've just made that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the only thing I know for sure is that this situations will not do me any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1517641326484289390?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1517641326484289390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-two-and-let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1517641326484289390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1517641326484289390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-two-and-let-it-go.html' title='Novel - Chapter Two And The Let-It-Go Thoughts'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5877248299345184275</id><published>2010-12-22T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:03:00.594-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'>Mariana Ximenes &amp; Tori Amos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRI833Ta-zI/AAAAAAAAAtw/kkcmmAuSJrQ/s1600/mariana+tori.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRI833Ta-zI/AAAAAAAAAtw/kkcmmAuSJrQ/s640/mariana+tori.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois falam que os seres humanos são únicos...Tem gente se passando por você lá na Irlanda!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-5877248299345184275?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5877248299345184275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/mariana-ximenes-tori-amos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5877248299345184275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5877248299345184275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/mariana-ximenes-tori-amos.html' title='Mariana Ximenes &amp; Tori Amos'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TRI833Ta-zI/AAAAAAAAAtw/kkcmmAuSJrQ/s72-c/mariana+tori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4246579458347158325</id><published>2010-12-22T09:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:30:44.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><title type='text'>Novel - Chapter One And The Beginning Of Her Problems</title><content type='html'>And nothing seems to keep hidden anymore in her head and for a moment she started thinking about all the locked things inside her.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;moment shall continue through time until something new and unique happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4246579458347158325?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4246579458347158325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-one-and-beginning-of-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4246579458347158325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4246579458347158325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/novel-chapter-one-and-beginning-of-her.html' title='Novel - Chapter One And The Beginning Of Her Problems'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-9184180720932246524</id><published>2010-12-16T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:20:58.678-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>Por que certos tipos de condutas existem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;O que há de errado com certas pessoas que não sabem conviver em paz umas com as outras?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respeito, gentileza, amor, compreensão. Onde estão essas qualidades???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é melhor do que ninguém e por que certas pessoas agem como se fossem boas o bastante pra apontar o dedo para você e rir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos somos pessoas com coração, sentimentos, qualidades e defeitos. É tão simples compreender. É só parar e ouvir. Se colocar no lugar do outro e respeitar as diferenças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão difícil assim ficar quieto quando não se tem nada de melhor para falar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão difícil assim pensar no próximo antes de sair por aí ofendendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O limite da brincadeira é o respeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou decepcionada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-9184180720932246524?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9184180720932246524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/scream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9184180720932246524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9184180720932246524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2224587820852399567</id><published>2010-12-14T10:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:18:44.012-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>7 Maravilhas do Mundo Moderno Segundo Marz</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banda Larga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Café&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aviões&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video-games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liquidações&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2224587820852399567?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2224587820852399567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/7-maravilhas-do-mundo-moderno-segundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2224587820852399567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2224587820852399567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/7-maravilhas-do-mundo-moderno-segundo.html' title='7 Maravilhas do Mundo Moderno Segundo Marz'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7364331953955855535</id><published>2010-12-10T09:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:48:05.699-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tiny Heart</title><content type='html'>Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;When will you open up for me?&lt;br /&gt;I love you so, I wanna meet you again&lt;br /&gt;Before one of us must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips touched every hand but mine&lt;br /&gt;If you choose me, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny heart, you're not by yourself&lt;br /&gt;When will you recognize the beat?&lt;br /&gt;Of my own heart, grieving in your hand?&lt;br /&gt;You crush me when you run that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips touched every hand but mine&lt;br /&gt;If you choose me, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never know what you have done to me&lt;br /&gt;And you will never know losing love for me&lt;br /&gt;And you will never know a single day alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;When will you open up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Tiny Heart - Flyleaf)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7364331953955855535?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7364331953955855535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiny-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7364331953955855535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7364331953955855535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiny-heart.html' title='Tiny Heart'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6655521289261272641</id><published>2010-12-08T18:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:45:03.170-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Manhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's no more frightened man that walks,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fear comes each time somebody talks"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But don't you have enough to eat?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh yeah, but deep down I just feel so poor&lt;br /&gt;because I feel rejection everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;even when it is not there,&lt;br /&gt;I admit, my god I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And I get scared to say 'hello'&lt;br /&gt;I am always thinking that they want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And though I hated myself&lt;br /&gt;I also fell that I have to shine now somehow"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are you always feeling guilty?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Do you envy those who care free?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Listen, I am so scared that I plan my every move"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's just your manhood, oh it's your manhood.&amp;nbsp;Your a man, is that understood?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But will I always be the stranger at the door?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's just your manhood Kev it's your manhood, Your a man, is that understood?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Listen, I tried to love recently,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found I'm sick emotionally,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michaela from my heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not know what to do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't think that I can stand my loneliness no more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somewhere inside, there might be happiness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I can't seem to get it out"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(What is it that you want to say?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I tried so hard to be a man,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've often worried if I can,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life has felt like one long fight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me tell you how for years,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been waking up in fear,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems like everything I do is judged all wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until I can break free,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always be lonely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What use is a broken man?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll just keep singing"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(It's just your manhood Kev, oh it's your manhood.&amp;nbsp;Your a man, is that understood?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, if it's my manhood, alright,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is it that I can't stand my loneliness no more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems that's the way my life will be,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps I'm gonna be a lonely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait a minute,&amp;nbsp;I've got one choice!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(What's that?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Spirituality!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BIG G!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;(Dexys Midnight Runners - Manhood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6655521289261272641?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6655521289261272641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/manhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6655521289261272641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6655521289261272641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/manhood.html' title='Manhood'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1419895742735143467</id><published>2010-12-05T20:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:10:16.412-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Head Turning, ing, ing, ing, and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TPwNAhLGcDI/AAAAAAAAAts/5RRy-cxpXW0/s1600/68526_163284677047307_100000973263022_271487_6169695_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TPwNAhLGcDI/AAAAAAAAAts/5RRy-cxpXW0/s200/68526_163284677047307_100000973263022_271487_6169695_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Domingão bunitão, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o mais legal do botão &lt;i&gt;shuffle&lt;/i&gt; é justamente que você nunca sabe se a mesma música tocaria duas vezes seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, ando meia ocupada inteira até pra dar uma paradinha e botar pra fora palavrinhas por aqui, mas como hoje é dia que eu prometo a mim mesma não pegar em serviços, tenho como escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora dessa formatura acabar logo porque já está grande demais para minha pequena cabecinha defeituosamente oriental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais tudo está nos conformes. As pessoas estão se comportando bem, o natal e consequentemente as férias estão chegando num ritmo regular e o meu salário parece estar fazendo o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi me dar muitos livros de Natal esse ano. Ano passado eu comprei DVDs, mas acho que esse ano pede algo mais livresco, já que eu tenho vários DVDs aqui, muitos que ainda nem vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis a lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As Brumas de Avalon 1, 2, 3 e 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trilogia Eragon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trilogia Senhor dos Anéis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silmarillion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O Hobbit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;E sei lá mais o que...Aceito presentes e sugestões.&lt;br /&gt;E a foto é de hoje de manhã, depois da church ;D &lt;br /&gt;Pichu says: That´s it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1419895742735143467?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1419895742735143467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/domingao-bunitao-oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1419895742735143467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1419895742735143467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/12/domingao-bunitao-oh-yeah.html' title='Head Turning, ing, ing, ing, and on'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TPwNAhLGcDI/AAAAAAAAAts/5RRy-cxpXW0/s72-c/68526_163284677047307_100000973263022_271487_6169695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4472291976139049110</id><published>2010-11-21T21:42:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:46:44.751-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOmqutH_7RI/AAAAAAAAAto/XsVlt16JqcE/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-21+at+21.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOmqutH_7RI/AAAAAAAAAto/XsVlt16JqcE/s200/Photo+on+2010-11-21+at+21.21.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wee, um viva ao café que eu acabei de tomar! =&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa mas como está abandonado esse blog! Muitas coisas acontecendo! Nem todas eu posso postar aqui por motivos de força maior, mas ok, o importante é que as outras coisas eu posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜ Primeiro é que eu já comprei meu Lino e já estou fazendo aulas no Conservatório de Música de Mauá 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜ Estou muito realizada profissionalmente é o que eu digo. A faculdade eu começo ano que vem. Fiz o vestibular hoje e até que não estava tão difícil 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜ Estou ouvindo o álbum novo da Tarja, que nem sabia que já tinha lançado, descobri por acaso vendo entrevistas dela no You Tube, e por sinal é muito bom...Muito diferente do álbum anterior por incrível que pareça. As guitarras estão mais presentes e mais poderosas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é fato, ela tem o estilo próprio dela. Os trabalhos solos dela não tem nada a ver com o Nightwish, embora sejam &lt;i&gt;heavy metal&lt;/i&gt; com &lt;i&gt;female vocals&lt;/i&gt; é algo mais a cara dela, sem deixar o peso de lado e tals...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sinto falta das melodias de teclado acompanhadas melodicamente pela guitarra do Emppu, que era o mais legal do Nightwish, depois da Tarja, na minha opinião. Mas também se ela fizesse isso com a banda dela não seria o estilo dela e tals, ela só estaria copiando o Nightwish com letras novas, o que eu não acharia ruin, mas também não seria original.&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que é bem marcante são os refrões das músicas dela. São sempre o nome das próprias músicas, o tema da música mesmo, aquela coisa bem clichê. Mas é o estilo dela de compôr, quem vai fazer melhor que ela?&lt;br /&gt;A banda dela num geral também manda muito bem, só a tecladista que poderia impôr mais a identidade dela. Enfim...Adoro tudo que a Tarja faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜ E nem sei o que mais...Pra variar devo ter um monte de lição pra corrigir, mas no meu domingo eu não toco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é isso.&lt;br /&gt;Abraço a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4472291976139049110?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4472291976139049110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4472291976139049110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4472291976139049110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOmqutH_7RI/AAAAAAAAAto/XsVlt16JqcE/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-21+at+21.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1215583393807924614</id><published>2010-11-16T11:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:44:04.674-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>My new passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOKKgjEd7bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DO63b_1D_QY/s1600/VK-544-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOKKgjEd7bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DO63b_1D_QY/s1600/VK-544-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1215583393807924614?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1215583393807924614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1215583393807924614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1215583393807924614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-passion.html' title='My new passion'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOKKgjEd7bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DO63b_1D_QY/s72-c/VK-544-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3908553958466743004</id><published>2010-11-15T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:43:07.895-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>After a hot chocolate, some statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOG2Z_vYh4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/as8AJE8tgV8/s1600/154164029_590a6dc74f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOG2Z_vYh4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/as8AJE8tgV8/s640/154164029_590a6dc74f.jpg" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I do wrong, I know it's all by myself. The same as when I do it right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As time passes by I realized that I am able to put past behind, because it doesn't serves me anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good thing that to put behind is not to forget, because I won't even if I could.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may say that sometimes I'm easily running from what scares me, like I always do, but I stopped listening to you a long time ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My loneliness makes me good. It makes me be what I am. Without any imported layers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I constantly need to rebuild my heart and put the pieces together, because nobody is guilty of my sorrows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every day is a new piece of paper that we write with footsteps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3908553958466743004?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3908553958466743004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-hot-chocolate-some-statements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3908553958466743004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3908553958466743004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-hot-chocolate-some-statements.html' title='After a hot chocolate, some statements'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOG2Z_vYh4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/as8AJE8tgV8/s72-c/154164029_590a6dc74f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4176554414596265406</id><published>2010-11-13T21:55:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:58:09.404-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Christmas Treeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TN8lNJDAUrI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zQY2ZtSvA7A/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-12+at+12.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TN8lNJDAUrI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zQY2ZtSvA7A/s200/Photo+on+2010-11-12+at+12.23.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comprei minha árvore de natal hoje!!! Detalhe que isso é novidade para mim porque ninguém aqui em casa nunca fez questão de montar ou enfeitar nada, mas eu de uns anos para cá venho sentindo falta dessas tradições bonitas e decidi que iríamos fazer uma esse ano! Só que eu sou virgem nisso! Nunca decorei uma árvore de natal antes! Eu comprei uns enfeites e umas luzes muito bonitas e minha mãe vai me ajudar a montar...Se der tudo certo eu tenho certeza que vai ficar linda! Ai eu posto aqui as fotos *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, MUITO CANSADA. Acordei 7 o'clock, fui me arrumar correndo pra trabalhar, cheguei as 8 em ponto na Wizard (o que não é muito bom porque a aula começa as 8) Apliquei prova para uma turma que não estuda &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;' (fico muito brava com isso! tudo marmanjo já pô!) Depois dei aula para uma turma que estuda S2, and on, and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu sou a única que termina o serviço em uma unidade e faz questão de ir para outra unidade encontrar os coworkers e ficar esperando o horário deles pra sair junto &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi ai que começou a minha busca pela árvore perfeita. Começou as 6 e terminou as 8. Por que o Sr. Gelson gosta de mandar a vendedora buscar sapatos e sair da loja (não gostei disso, achei maldade) e ele é muito indeciso no que diz respeito a comprar coisas num supermercado, mas admito que achei ótimo ficar atropelando ele com o carrinho (6) 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas that's ok. Good day ay ay. Agora vou sei lá, tentar descansar sem dormir ;D&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4176554414596265406?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4176554414596265406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-treeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4176554414596265406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4176554414596265406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-treeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Christmas Treeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TN8lNJDAUrI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zQY2ZtSvA7A/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-12+at+12.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7393961013726147509</id><published>2010-11-06T19:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:42:08.889-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Oh Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TNXLlQN91cI/AAAAAAAAAss/D_ZIqotNlSA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+19.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TNXLlQN91cI/AAAAAAAAAss/D_ZIqotNlSA/s200/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+19.30.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maaaaan, I had an awesome day =D&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito de bom humor!&lt;br /&gt;Tive ótimas aulas com meus alunos regulares, tocamos violão e cantamos (tão bonitinhooooo *-*), me diverti depois das aulas com alunos de outras turmas que eu também adoro (essa idade dos 11 aos 15 é tão divertida!), encontrei uma colega que não via a muito tempo, andei por ai até ficar cansada com o Sr. Gelson e tenho a casa só pra mim agora! O que poderia ser facilmente transformado numa sessão Woody Allen, mas por enquanto estou só nas músicas ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado essas coisas que acontecem que você começa imaginar outras coisas....Muito engraçado mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Não vejo a hora de começar Dezembrooooo! Quero muito decorar a árvore de natal aqui *-* Quero muito amigo secreto dos alunos, quero muito férias, quero muito décimo terceiro e quero muito sair amanhã que me parece que vamos para a Sra Av. Paulista tomar um coffee no Starbucks *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, acabei de tirar essa foto e já era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7393961013726147509?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7393961013726147509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7393961013726147509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7393961013726147509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-saturday.html' title='Oh Saturday!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TNXLlQN91cI/AAAAAAAAAss/D_ZIqotNlSA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+19.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-328249915134285323</id><published>2010-10-31T21:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:11:42.286-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Another Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TM4BBnlxpDI/AAAAAAAAAso/q0IXUrl2E80/s1600/anwoman1988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TM4BBnlxpDI/AAAAAAAAAso/q0IXUrl2E80/s400/anwoman1988.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;* * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Facing a mid-life crisis, a woman rents an apartment next to a psychiatrist's office to write a new book, only to become drawn to the plight of a pregnant woman seeking that doctor's help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-328249915134285323?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/328249915134285323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/328249915134285323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/328249915134285323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-woman.html' title='Another Woman'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TM4BBnlxpDI/AAAAAAAAAso/q0IXUrl2E80/s72-c/anwoman1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5364759131747700806</id><published>2010-10-30T21:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:25:42.575-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>u can't touch this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;apaguei o que eu ia escrever aqui.&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/56739711665649372-5364759131747700806?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5364759131747700806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/u-cant-touch-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5364759131747700806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5364759131747700806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/u-cant-touch-this.html' title='u can&apos;t touch this.'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2945401832460820400</id><published>2010-10-29T22:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:12:07.637-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMtimxnMiiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2WXVka8KTnk/s1600/mr-p-lick-coffee-mug-21311090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMtimxnMiiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2WXVka8KTnk/s320/mr-p-lick-coffee-mug-21311090.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;under coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2945401832460820400?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2945401832460820400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/working.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2945401832460820400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2945401832460820400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMtimxnMiiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2WXVka8KTnk/s72-c/mr-p-lick-coffee-mug-21311090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6490506239581721863</id><published>2010-10-28T22:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:47:42.369-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Precisa-se de clone. Não necessita experiência. Disponibilidade de horário Integral. Salário: a combinar</title><content type='html'>Yo bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMoYWBpolBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fT3GArnq0AU/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-28+at+21.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMoYWBpolBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fT3GArnq0AU/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-28+at+21.44.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To só nos corre. Preciso fazer uns esquemas pruns truta ae da quebrada, então hoje nem vai dar pra colar muito aqui não. Mas tu tá na parada mano, não tá perdendo nada, saca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pá ainda termino os work do patrão, estudo (que se tá ligado que a chapa é quente), leio (porque é osso se num pá), faço lição se não os cara me arranca o coro fora. E ai depois posso ficar de boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos já tomei um café, to ligadona já, pra dar um gás no sistema, falow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa foi a minha tentativa escrota de ser mana má.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6490506239581721863?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6490506239581721863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/precisa-se-de-clone-nao-necessita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6490506239581721863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6490506239581721863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/precisa-se-de-clone-nao-necessita.html' title='Precisa-se de clone. Não necessita experiência. Disponibilidade de horário Integral. Salário: a combinar'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMoYWBpolBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fT3GArnq0AU/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-28+at+21.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4539554621571666014</id><published>2010-10-28T10:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:17:04.823-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Yakult time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMlm_wvTdHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/nHAJAqYfvGA/s1600/yakult4+copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMlm_wvTdHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/nHAJAqYfvGA/s400/yakult4+copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4539554621571666014?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4539554621571666014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/yakult-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4539554621571666014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4539554621571666014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/yakult-time.html' title='Yakult time!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMlm_wvTdHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/nHAJAqYfvGA/s72-c/yakult4+copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1024769940339117355</id><published>2010-10-27T23:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:25:41.667-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Esse foi o título que eu escrevi as 10:55 p.m de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMjKM9XdzrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/wRPAyLYxw50/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-27+at+22.01+%235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMjKM9XdzrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/wRPAyLYxw50/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-27+at+22.01+%235.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boa noite moçada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um aluno muito estranho, ele vive falando de diabo e o escambal de bico e agindo estranho e hoje ele foi com um terço e não largou da mão a aula inteira. Eu vi ele tremendo e com a mão tampando o rosto, falando rouco e depois ficou normal o_o' Não que uma coisa tenha a ver com a outra, mas que coisa viu...&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma aula, quando eu sai da sala, o outro aluninho bagunceirinho pediu para uma menina escrever no quadro pra ele "I love my teacher", que ele estava com vergonha *------------* own, How cute is that? (quoteando sr. franci)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever né! Hoje foi bacaninha, tirando essa dorzinha de cabeça chatinha de uns dias aí. Sinusite probably. Quinta amanha jáááá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero pedir só uma coisinha que nunca achei que fosse pedir: DESTINY, PLEASE, SETTLE DOWN BITCH! Caramba! Quando eu penso que as coisas vão acalmar lá vem outra! Eu que tenho mania de ficar me programando e me precavendo fico toda perdida! Enfim, falei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh sim, eu assisti &lt;i&gt;Drag me to Hell&lt;/i&gt; ontem com os alunos! (Arraste me para o Inferno). Meu, como eu ri! O filme não é terror nem a pau, e eu achando que ia assustar meus alunos, a gente não parava de rir xDD Mas muito bom, incluindo toda parte ridícula e as chupadas de queixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou negligenciar meus afazeres e ficar on line fazendo nada que retorne em grana. Olha como sou inteligente ;D (Eu mereço, ok?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1024769940339117355?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1024769940339117355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/esse-foi-o-titulo-que-eu-escrevi-as.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1024769940339117355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1024769940339117355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/esse-foi-o-titulo-que-eu-escrevi-as.html' title='Esse foi o título que eu escrevi as 10:55 p.m de hoje'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMjKM9XdzrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/wRPAyLYxw50/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-27+at+22.01+%235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7838490177172882687</id><published>2010-10-27T00:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:21:16.358-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Hey peps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMeJxwVFwfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/T5xo5lpa43k/s1600/rainbow.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMeJxwVFwfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/T5xo5lpa43k/s320/rainbow.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hum...Today I'm beaten. Not more than yesterday, that's right, but there is so much going on, and I can't talk about it...(And about yesterday, I was so sick that I went to bed at 9:30 p.m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good stuff that I can tell you my DD, is that today I went to an online conference meeting, about "Work Market" in general, and it was really nice, yaay ^-^ Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my daily routine, It seems kinda boring sometimes, but it's not. Do you know why? I may be optimist but I'm not idiot, you know? I don't have Alice's syndrome, always thinking that everything it's gonna be OK although my world if falling down. (It is not, it's just an example). In fact I think rational too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not worry because my life is built in something more. There is someone that really cares about me, and knows what is the best for me. I'm just going to let HIM decide for me, because even thinking rational, I can't be wise enough to know all the answers. (And of course I'm talking about God here, because I'll never give this power to decide my life for anyone else besides him. Tops, MAYBE someone reeeeally important could split decisions with me, but, TOPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I lost the point.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'm OK, and that can be boring, because for such a long time I had this figured out that If I'm not living on the edge, on the limit, holding on something as my last breath, it WILL be a boring life, but my nerves were tired of that. And for such a long time I used to live like that. Pushing myself too hard to feel excitement. But this kind of life is too instable, and it takes too much time to stablish adventures that don't come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I can say that I have a real life, with real responsibilities that cost me real lifes (and I just have one), real money, real time and Reals. And let's face it, no one it's getting any younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I welcome myself to this new path of hard work, having fun, and real studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to rest in peace (alive) now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7838490177172882687?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7838490177172882687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-peps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7838490177172882687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7838490177172882687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-peps.html' title='Hey peps!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMeJxwVFwfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/T5xo5lpa43k/s72-c/rainbow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3917186246503051441</id><published>2010-10-24T23:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:21:32.239-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Hi, sunday night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMTU3JQu0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9NiwnYjLf-k/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-24+at+22.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMTU3JQu0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9NiwnYjLf-k/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-24+at+22.51.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a nice sunday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of funny stuff, played guitar until my fingers get purple and now I'm watching "Friends" under the blankets, yaaay o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can believe it's almost Mooooonday again, shult! And I do like Mondays, but I have to get up early, go to the gym, do all that boring healthy whatchamacallit things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I definitely love Chandler more and more each day, but I realize reality is my home, so i'm backing now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3917186246503051441?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3917186246503051441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-sunday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3917186246503051441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3917186246503051441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-sunday-night.html' title='Hi, sunday night!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMTU3JQu0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9NiwnYjLf-k/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-24+at+22.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-183022263615450936</id><published>2010-10-23T22:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:46:54.062-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>The day after yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMN-nl37I6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/g6qADp_V7Og/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+12.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMN-nl37I6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/g6qADp_V7Og/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+12.11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG, the Hallowizard yesterday was ''de matar'' xD&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei em casa morrendo de dor de cabeça e derivados depois de ficar balançando o corpo involuntariamente ao som de barulhos irritantemente monótonos e repetitivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem dancei, propriamente dito, só fiz uma zoeirinha de passos ridículos para ficar por perto da galerinha que, infelizmente, foi até o chão ao som do pancadão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi divertidinho vai...&lt;br /&gt;É no mínimo engraçado ver seu local de trabalho se transformar numa pista de dança e corredores sponsored by Resident Evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais eu digo que vale ressaltar, que o fato de eu ter comido panetone sem tirar as frutas (e gostar) mostra o quanto eu parei de ser frescurenta no que diz respeito a frutas cristalizadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eras isso, por hoje é só.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloweeen's Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve ( I guess it's to soon to wish you 'happy halloween' yet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-183022263615450936?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/183022263615450936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-after-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/183022263615450936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/183022263615450936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-after-yesterday.html' title='The day after yesterday'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMN-nl37I6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/g6qADp_V7Og/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+12.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3897495704685364959</id><published>2010-10-21T23:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:13:54.395-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Quero aprender a tocar violino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMDlQE4lBCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_k3wpgtzr7o/s1600/violino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMDlQE4lBCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_k3wpgtzr7o/s320/violino.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3897495704685364959?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3897495704685364959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-aprender-tocar-violino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3897495704685364959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3897495704685364959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-aprender-tocar-violino.html' title='Quero aprender a tocar violino!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TMDlQE4lBCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_k3wpgtzr7o/s72-c/violino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1315978381535000804</id><published>2010-10-20T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:20:15.138-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Life ♥</title><content type='html'>Bom, hoje não tem foto porque o servidor está em manutenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que vontade de ouvir Nightwish! Preciso lotar de novo meu HD do macbook =S&lt;br /&gt;Bom...Hoje foi MARA...I realized o quanto eu amo o que eu faço, e o quanto eu quero melhorar nisso, de todo meu coração. E intensa como sou, tenho certeza de que exigirei de mim o máximo, sempre. Quero me destacar por mérito, não nasci pra ser invisível a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...Vou sentir muita muitta falta da Unidade Zaíra quando acabar o semestre...That's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias, hoje é um dia muito especial!!! Hoje minha querida amiga Tata (Thaís para os não muito chegados) está completando 21 primaveras, e eu quero que ela seja a pessoa de 21 anos mais feliz da face da Earth hoje, porque ela merece!&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar registrado aqui também que eu a admiro muito, pelo jeito de ser dela, pelo seu caráter, índole e pela história dela, com certeza! Ela não é nem um exemplo de superação lindíssimo nem nada, mas ela com com certeza é um exemplo pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esforçada, estudiosa, brincalhona, responsável, inteligente, engraçada (torta xD), amiga, companheira, educada e de muito bom gosto por ter me deixado ser amiga dela! Tata, continue assim sendo você e não se esqueça nunca dos seus amigos, (eu no caso ;D), porque, distante sim, mas ausente nunca! Ou talvez, ausente sim, mas indiferente nunca! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique rica, compre um carro de luxo e me coloque no seu testamento!&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu, Marz/Lila/Mah/Ex-Vocalista do Darkiss e Ex-Vocalista do Mangahell deseja =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por hoje é isso ae garotada!&lt;br /&gt;C-ya! =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1315978381535000804?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1315978381535000804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1315978381535000804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1315978381535000804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='Life ♥'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2097181886075218254</id><published>2010-10-19T22:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:19:57.939-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>The Winner is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL4w4gLZdYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/q5lPO7fHZSA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+21.44+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL4w4gLZdYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/q5lPO7fHZSA/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+21.44+%232.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu nunca ganho nada! Mas hoje acharam por bem que eu ganhasse o sorteio de uma camiseta de um campeonato de mountain bike que o meu professor de spinning participou e ganhou. Yaaay! A camiseta não é "ohhhhh que camiseta linda!", mas valeu a intenção e o significado que ela tem... E nada é por acaso, já que a Wizard patrocina ele ;D (A graça dele é Kanguru, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, hoje a aula de spinning foi de matar. Eu sempre me empolgo quando toca rockabilly 8D ...Enfim, hoje foi bem bacanudinho! Os alunos gostaram d'O Iluminado, o que eu achei ótimo, já que o filme é anos luz da realidade deles, achei que eles poderiam não pegar a graça do filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora como eu prometi, as fotos da minha turminha de kids e o trabalho de Halloween deles + o presentinho de Children's Day que eu preparei pra eles (eu gostei mais do cartaz da esquerda, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL4zc-dZmUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4HKEj5A4axU/s1600/DSC07039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL4zc-dZmUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4HKEj5A4axU/s400/DSC07039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL40XhKYeKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/5mWqyAKuWmc/s1600/DSC07065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL40XhKYeKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/5mWqyAKuWmc/s400/DSC07065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lindos, né? Muito bem...Agora se me dão licença, tenho lições pra corrigir, as usual, livros pra ler, e minha apostila preparatória do TOEIC chegou, então também tenho muito o que estudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kisses for the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2097181886075218254?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2097181886075218254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/winner-is-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2097181886075218254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2097181886075218254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/winner-is-me.html' title='The Winner is Me'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TL4w4gLZdYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/q5lPO7fHZSA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+21.44+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-347518412564479309</id><published>2010-10-19T00:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:15:41.128-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Cheeeeeeeeeeese *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLz9lqSwrYI/AAAAAAAAArw/vnvK5sKorJ8/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-18+at+22.10+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLz9lqSwrYI/AAAAAAAAArw/vnvK5sKorJ8/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-18+at+22.10+%233.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maaaan, o dia passou tão rápido hoje! Eu olhei no relógio era 6. Olhei era 7. Olhei de novo era 9. Olhei de novo era 12:30. 13:30, 18:00, 18:30, 19:00, 21:00, 21:46, 23:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, hoje estava passando Cavaleiros do Zodíaco na academia, fiquei tão happy *-* Ajudou a me destrair na esteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei 4 Jeans hoje o que provavelmente vai durar pra sempre. Hoje teve festinha com a minha turma de Teens 4 mas acabei nem tirando fotos, levei a máquina, mas esqueci. Whatever. Acabei nem pintando as unhas e agora está tarde demais pra eu fazer isso, então deixa pra uma próxima... Mas num geral o dia foi proveitozinho...Começo de semana é sempre bom...I mean, ainda dá tempo de fazer bastante coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou calma. Na verdade os pequenos bons momentos da vida acabam fazendo toda diferença. Eu sei que eu vou viver momentos inesperáveis e altamente desejáveis num futuro qualquer, mas é que se eu não mastigar meu agora, nunca vou conseguir sentir gosto bom do que vem pela frente, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sei lá mais o que eu tenho pra dizer...Era pra eu estar corrgindo hw &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;' Mas é quase certo que meu sono vai entrar na frente pra me atrapalhar assim que eu terminar esse post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já assistiu "Drag me to Hell?" É legal? Vou assistir essa semana se der...E amanha vou assitir "O Iluminado" com os Teens la na Wizard, no Cine Pipoca de Halloween, sponsored by me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it boys and girls, let's call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I like chocolate milk!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-347518412564479309?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/347518412564479309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/maaaan-o-dia-passou-tao-rapido-hoje-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/347518412564479309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/347518412564479309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/maaaan-o-dia-passou-tao-rapido-hoje-eu.html' title='Cheeeeeeeeeeese *-*'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLz9lqSwrYI/AAAAAAAAArw/vnvK5sKorJ8/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-18+at+22.10+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6294019046552297810</id><published>2010-10-17T20:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:14:42.402-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Oh, yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLt1JFm0AEI/AAAAAAAAArs/0y6hDzLEfbc/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+13.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLt1JFm0AEI/AAAAAAAAArs/0y6hDzLEfbc/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+13.36.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a nice and easy day, most of the time at home, hanging out with myself, listen to some music, the usual. And, of course, a nice time at church by the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I kinda feel like throwing my life away doing nothing on the internet, taking useless facebook tests (but it's kinda funny though).&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I am going to watch a serie or do something just a little bit more amusing for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go out with my friends or co-workers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to order some English grammar books for myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to buy some pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to call the driver's licence people, to see if I can get my new one already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to apply for the college exam (And I thought that I would never do that again...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE TO correct as much homework as I can&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE TO burn some DVDs for some friends of mine (co-workers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE TO buy Tata's gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that's it =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Bye then, nice talking to ya ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6294019046552297810?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6294019046552297810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6294019046552297810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6294019046552297810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh, yeah...'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLt1JFm0AEI/AAAAAAAAArs/0y6hDzLEfbc/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-17+at+13.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4351504232659967228</id><published>2010-10-16T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:18:31.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Oh céus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLpAsjPBdgI/AAAAAAAAArk/x8NUmZLdTu0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-16+at+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLpAsjPBdgI/AAAAAAAAArk/x8NUmZLdTu0/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-16+at+20.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Radiohead seems just right. I'm not sad or anything, I'm just in an ordinary mood. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I had some really good conversations during the day, but whatever, I just want to be on my own right now, since all that yesterday enthusiasm is gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by so fast today I didn't even had the chance to think about it, and I THINK I don't want to try so hard to THINK for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pen that I'm biting is my favorite one. I'm going to correct some homework with it now. Bye folks o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4351504232659967228?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4351504232659967228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-ceus_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4351504232659967228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4351504232659967228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-ceus_16.html' title='Oh céus!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLpAsjPBdgI/AAAAAAAAArk/x8NUmZLdTu0/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-16+at+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-334351332313412057</id><published>2010-10-15T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:48:17.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Yaaaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLkR9GDo5gI/AAAAAAAAArY/Wh44CCuwBcA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-15+at+23.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLkR9GDo5gI/AAAAAAAAArY/Wh44CCuwBcA/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-15+at+23.20.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yaaay é a palavra do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de eu começar com todo aquele papinho feliz, feliz dia dos professores, para mim! (E para todos os professores que não estão lendo, para os que estão, e para quem não é professor também, oras, mas que discriminação feia é essa???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei de verdade, do fundo do meu coração, que ia ser uma sexta-feirazinha qualquer. Café (ok), academia (ia ficar 1h, fiquei 2h), salão (ok), Wizard (presente, pessoas e ok), aula (ok + risadas), cinema de ultima hora (***** 5 stars!) Filme? Tropa de Elite 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que tem aqueles dias em que inesperadamente, a vida te surpreende. E, pra variar, te surpreende de uma forma boa.&lt;br /&gt;Parafraseando Forest Gump, "a vida é uma caixinha de surpresas", e é claro que eu não estou falando sobre o cinema. E é mais claro ainda que eu não vou falar o porque dessa minha reação saliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma palavra: WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é claro, muita, muita água, que me deu até sede...Talvez você não saiba, mas os livros na prateleira e a água não estão atoa nessa minha foto ai. Desculpa por estar sendo vaga, vocês precisavam estar lá *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora se me dão licença, tenho muitas lições pra corrigir. Antes porém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento de reflexão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque quem enche o saco, só enche de quem é legal, e só quem é legal sabe encher o saco de um jeito que não irrita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de uma amiga e ex-aluna, Gaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Beijo Gaby! =*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-334351332313412057?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/334351332313412057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/yaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/334351332313412057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/334351332313412057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/yaaaay.html' title='Yaaaay!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLkR9GDo5gI/AAAAAAAAArY/Wh44CCuwBcA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-15+at+23.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-41155454223770133</id><published>2010-10-14T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:53:50.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Hi there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLez4bsYLJI/AAAAAAAAArU/vJCTHLBATi4/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+22.20+%234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLez4bsYLJI/AAAAAAAAArU/vJCTHLBATi4/s200/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+22.20+%234.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, tirando as teias de aranha desse blog, resolvi transformá-lo em algo mais digerível pra mim. Um easy-writing ou automatic-writing, como preferir. Pouco importa quem lerá, a intenção é que eu escreva. Claro que seria supimpa se meus amigos queridos (e poucos) lessem, mas eu ainda não estou muito certa se os seres humanos atuais chegam a esse ponto de altruísmo e de interesse pelo outro. (Ia usar outrém aqui mas aí já é sacanagem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, hoje, como consta na data do seu computador, é dia 14, quinta-feira de Outubro de 2010. E como diria Arthur Dent, eu nunca soube qual é a das quintas-feiras... Eu até gosto delas, mas a parte ruim é que eu sempre tenho um bolinho de lições pra corrigir e a minha própria aula de amanhã para preparar, como boa estudante que ainda sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem e hoje cedo foi meu dia de ficar doente, então, não sai de casa pela manhã, o que me fez ficar de bom humor. Acredite, é um sacrilégio acordar as 6:30 da manhã para ir para a academia! Meu físico está ficando irritadiço com isso &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria ter levado minha máquina fotográfica hoje no serviço. Meus aluninhos da turma de Kids (8 a 12 anos) fizeram uns abóboras de Halloween e uns cartazes pra enfeitar a escola que ficou uma graça *-* , mas depois tiro fotos e posto aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, ainda tenho que convencer meu nariz a abrir para que eu respire, corrigir algumas lições e preparar a minha aula de amanhã se não o teacher fica desapontado comigo e eu comigo mesma.... BTW, essa foto é de agora, eu e meu capuccinno que acabou gelando por causa do frio, mas foi tomado por mim (passivaaaa), assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amplexos =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-41155454223770133?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/41155454223770133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/41155454223770133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/41155454223770133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-there.html' title='Hi there!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TLez4bsYLJI/AAAAAAAAArU/vJCTHLBATi4/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+22.20+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6076787073953889958</id><published>2010-07-24T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:39:10.670-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>It's all up to me</title><content type='html'>Hi wind!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 'parfume' of gratitude and carbon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to grab that reward everyone's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my eyes and feel the storm.&lt;br /&gt;All my regrets are behind me, staring.&lt;br /&gt;But all of my dreams are looking for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;And redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about this life, everyone's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And I've felt the sweetest feeling. There's no name for that.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna keep on giving, keep on standing, keep on sharing.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to me now.&lt;br /&gt;World it's right here and life it's right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6076787073953889958?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6076787073953889958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-up-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6076787073953889958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6076787073953889958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-up-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all up to me'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6848269581888444990</id><published>2010-06-25T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:51:32.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Time to replace</title><content type='html'>So many people really wanting to live, and I feel like I'm taking their place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6848269581888444990?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6848269581888444990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-replace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6848269581888444990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6848269581888444990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-replace.html' title='Time to replace'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2062402840083760310</id><published>2010-06-25T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:58:59.006-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dica #5</title><content type='html'>While you pretend to feel good they pretend to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2062402840083760310?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2062402840083760310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2062402840083760310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2062402840083760310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-5.html' title='Dica #5'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3839832666175519548</id><published>2010-06-25T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:57:24.214-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dica #4</title><content type='html'>Face it kid, you're all alone and words can not change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3839832666175519548?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3839832666175519548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3839832666175519548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3839832666175519548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-4.html' title='Dica #4'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4472063108751467171</id><published>2010-06-24T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:49:04.537-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself</title><content type='html'>There will always be these days when you wake up, despite all the good things, feeling like crying, 'cuz you know that you've been hiding for such a long time, you know that you've been repressing, replacing the pain with other thoughts, and you've already felt like this before, but you've never really know what to do when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a song comes to your mind and suddenly the world outside don't mean a thing compared to your pain. Your will it's good, but doesn't mean a thing either. And you don't mean a thing to the world too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that if you don't stop this lines of thought you will be fill up with regrets, guilt and the feeling of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get well soon, or pretend to be, 'cuz you still need to be slapped on the face with those gloves, and you need to be strong 'cuz the past can hurt as much as the unknow that is about to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4472063108751467171?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4472063108751467171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4472063108751467171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4472063108751467171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter to myself'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6280699536235428059</id><published>2010-06-11T10:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:45:04.799-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>The Girl Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TBI9vi6B1AI/AAAAAAAAArE/EMvG5XSPUnM/s1600/paradoxo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TBI9vi6B1AI/AAAAAAAAArE/EMvG5XSPUnM/s400/paradoxo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6280699536235428059?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6280699536235428059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl-paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6280699536235428059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6280699536235428059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl-paradox.html' title='The Girl Paradox'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TBI9vi6B1AI/AAAAAAAAArE/EMvG5XSPUnM/s72-c/paradoxo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2461394767440951421</id><published>2010-05-15T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:31:06.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Dia / Day</title><content type='html'>"As vezes fico imaginando de que forma as coisas acontecem. Primeiro vem um dia, e tudo acontece naquele dia até chegar a noite, que é a melhor parte. Mas logo depois vem o dia outra vez... e vai, vai, vai... é sem parar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introdução do filme "Amarelo Manga" de Cláudio Assis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2461394767440951421?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2461394767440951421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2461394767440951421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2461394767440951421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-day.html' title='Dia / Day'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6563976008004927354</id><published>2010-05-14T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:35:35.668-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>My English Speech About Journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-36SQkSqYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jQYsv9TMEl0/s1600/kennedy-speech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-36SQkSqYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jQYsv9TMEl0/s320/kennedy-speech.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people think that it is easy to write news. Maybe that's why they cut out the need of graduation to be a journalist. In fact, there are a lot of techniques to write a good text that you only learn in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing to know is how to write your text based on the narrative of the inverted pyramid. Wich means that instead of saving the best for the end, you tell your story saying right away the most important things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening paragraph is named as &lt;i&gt;lead&lt;/i&gt;. A good lead has to obey the rule of the six Ws: with who, which, when, why, where and whose. From the information obtained on the &lt;i&gt;lead&lt;/i&gt;, the reader can decide if he or she wants to continue reading for more details, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything that happens are news. Something can be called news when the following factors appear: fresher news, proximity to the reader and relevance of the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fresher News ~&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; Everybody wants to know what's new in their town, state or country, and nobody needs to see on the television something that's old or it's repetitive. The fresher, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proximity to the reader &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; The closer the news are of the reader's reality, the more it will be interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relevance of the information &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; News must be important or significant for a certain group of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6563976008004927354?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6563976008004927354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-english-speech-about-journalism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6563976008004927354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6563976008004927354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-english-speech-about-journalism.html' title='My English Speech About Journalism'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-36SQkSqYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jQYsv9TMEl0/s72-c/kennedy-speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-8358766085067814732</id><published>2010-05-13T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:10:27.146-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Current Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-yiwKyQGdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JpKKPIpXurg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-yiwKyQGdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JpKKPIpXurg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu juro que não precisava passar por isso. Não precisava agoniar-me todos os dias pela falta de falta. Olho pra cima, pros lados e o meu tripé se quebrou. Tudo espanado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A agonia de cada dia, a espera frustrada, a vontade qualhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu conseguisse me livrar do "se". Seria tudo menos, tudo. Se esse "se" soubesse da agonia que causa, deixaria de ser "se". Mas só eu sei. Só eu sei. Sei, preferendo não saber. É um saber que dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais pensar no azul. Não quero mais sentir o doce, porque me é tirado a partir do momento que se torna viciante. E então me calo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façamos assim, nem pra você nem pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-8358766085067814732?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8358766085067814732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/current-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/8358766085067814732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/8358766085067814732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/current-agony.html' title='Current Agony'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S-yiwKyQGdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JpKKPIpXurg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7677895219753520711</id><published>2010-05-01T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:53:03.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Viva-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9zo-Ml-zVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M_D6v93R5do/s1600/gnhfvg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9zo-Ml-zVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M_D6v93R5do/s320/gnhfvg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando você voltar a viver, não esqueça de pegar seus óculos de sol.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de desligar o gás, colocar a roupa no varal, ler seus emails e limpar sua caixa de entrada. Não se esqueça também de levar o lixo para fora, alimentar seu peixe e pagar a sua conta de luz antes do vencimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando resolver levantar dos 5 minutos a mais, que se deu de presente hoje, tenha a decência de me olhar nos olhos, nem que seja pra checar minha existência. Dependendo do jeito que você me olhar eu vou concluir se ela é importante pra você, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo levando em conta seu mau humor matinal, quando decidir voltar a&amp;nbsp; viver, experimente sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Quando resolver que é hora de viver, talvez você tenha de deixar de lado algumas coisas triviais que são, na verdade, pura perda de tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, viva agora, me olhe nos olhos e sorria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7677895219753520711?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7677895219753520711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/viva-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7677895219753520711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7677895219753520711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/viva-me.html' title='Viva-me'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9zo-Ml-zVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M_D6v93R5do/s72-c/gnhfvg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7645133630176950738</id><published>2010-04-29T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:55:47.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dica #3</title><content type='html'>Pessoas não são oportunidades, mas momentos são. E eles estão por toda parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso falar mais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7645133630176950738?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7645133630176950738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/dica-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7645133630176950738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7645133630176950738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/dica-3.html' title='Dica #3'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4555924927346712375</id><published>2010-04-28T16:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:28:15.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Love. . . Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9iLIFhxDiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/s_IBD3xv6PY/s1600/friday-i-m-in-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9iLIFhxDiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/s_IBD3xv6PY/s400/friday-i-m-in-love.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Based on "Friday, I'm in love" - The Cure,&amp;nbsp;obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4555924927346712375?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4555924927346712375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4555924927346712375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4555924927346712375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-again.html' title='Love. . . Again.'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S9iLIFhxDiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/s_IBD3xv6PY/s72-c/friday-i-m-in-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4213104858796331715</id><published>2010-04-10T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:23:12.545-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S8EWTg1vqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sqWF-MfsbvI/s1600/reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S8EWTg1vqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sqWF-MfsbvI/s640/reality.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4213104858796331715?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4213104858796331715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4213104858796331715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4213104858796331715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S8EWTg1vqJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sqWF-MfsbvI/s72-c/reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7146394987487028672</id><published>2010-04-03T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:04:11.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Como começar um roteiro, by Alan Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7dm1e7uT9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mUwiM6We54/s1600/alan-harper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7dm1e7uT9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mUwiM6We54/s320/alan-harper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fade in.&lt;br /&gt;Exterior...night.&lt;br /&gt;A dark, desolate prairie.&lt;br /&gt;A lone cowboy sits on a sturdy horse, gazing up at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a flash of light appears in the sky, and a burning meteor plummets to the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DELETE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade in.&lt;br /&gt;Exterior...night.&lt;br /&gt;New York City, Hell's Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;A lone cop sits in a patrol car, gazing up at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a flash of light appears in the sky, and a flaming meteor plummets to the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DELETE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade in.&lt;br /&gt;Interior...night&lt;br /&gt;Coffee shop. &lt;br /&gt;An unconventionally handsome man pounds away at his lonely laptop, writing the summer blockbuster that will lift him from poverty and put him in a home of his own.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful woman crosses to him. There eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a flash of light appears in the sky, and a burning meteor plummets to the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7146394987487028672?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7146394987487028672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-comecar-um-roteiro-by-alan-harper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7146394987487028672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7146394987487028672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-comecar-um-roteiro-by-alan-harper.html' title='Como começar um roteiro, by Alan Harper'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7dm1e7uT9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2mUwiM6We54/s72-c/alan-harper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4857827080149652628</id><published>2010-03-29T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:00:56.409-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>How Things Work II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EwzeSmBrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ShJdXOrHx3s/s1600/rtgs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EwzeSmBrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ShJdXOrHx3s/s400/rtgs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabe o que acontece quando você chora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos ficam vermelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sua maquiagem borra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas ficam incessantemente querendo saber o que aconteceu com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você acabe destratando alguém que só queria te ajudar, mas não sabia como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes impulssivas podem tomar conta de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você desfaz uma teia de aranha que jazia na sua pilha de CDs acústicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você começa a pensar em todas as possibilidades desse choro acabar da forma mais drástica e incisiva possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alívio momentâneo te invade até a próxima crise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo continua vindo de encontro à você, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o óbvio, nada demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só?&lt;br /&gt;Só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4857827080149652628?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4857827080149652628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-things-work-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4857827080149652628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4857827080149652628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-things-work-ii.html' title='How Things Work II'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EwzeSmBrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ShJdXOrHx3s/s72-c/rtgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3164698507369346710</id><published>2010-03-29T18:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:19:54.942-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Já ouvi falar de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EcEi5uONI/AAAAAAAAApk/07Rc05RlT44/s1600/2237008433_c601806983_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EcEi5uONI/AAAAAAAAApk/07Rc05RlT44/s400/2237008433_c601806983_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um dia o amor disse pra mim que iria fazer sofrer, mas que valeria a pena e eu acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seria leal enquanto houvesse força que o movesse e eu achei que essa força nunca faltaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tentou me explicar que enquanto ama, faz outras coisas que sirvam de exemplo. Mas mesmo que não sirva, o amor me disse que não tem problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me chamou pra passear, disse que seria legal e que muita gente estaria me esperando por lá, para me dar um abraço e conversar comigo se eu quisesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanta baboseira decidi não falar mais com estranhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3164698507369346710?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3164698507369346710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja-ouvi-falar-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3164698507369346710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3164698507369346710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja-ouvi-falar-de-voce.html' title='Já ouvi falar de você'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S7EcEi5uONI/AAAAAAAAApk/07Rc05RlT44/s72-c/2237008433_c601806983_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-8467819152002154524</id><published>2010-03-29T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:03:40.821-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Ode ao perdão</title><content type='html'>C'mon, &lt;b&gt;HATE ME&lt;/b&gt; while you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the &lt;b&gt;LAST CHANCE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;b&gt;YOUR BEST&lt;/b&gt; to hurt me. I don't care as long you're improving on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-8467819152002154524?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8467819152002154524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-ao-perdao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/8467819152002154524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/8467819152002154524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-ao-perdao.html' title='Ode ao perdão'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1025120247257784422</id><published>2010-03-25T20:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:23:26.731-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listas'/><title type='text'>15 shows que eu gostaria de ter ido</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Bowie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking Heads &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ABBA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve Vai &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Whitesnake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nightwish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cranberries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nina Simone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Distillers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Smiths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os Mutantes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1025120247257784422?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1025120247257784422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-shows-que-eu-gostaria-de-ter-ido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1025120247257784422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1025120247257784422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-shows-que-eu-gostaria-de-ter-ido.html' title='15 shows que eu gostaria de ter ido'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4119383205794819797</id><published>2010-03-25T20:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:35:24.417-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listas'/><title type='text'>15 shows que eu preciso ir antes de morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tori Amos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gogol Bordello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;System of a Down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metallica &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ludov &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matanza &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Franz Ferdinand &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flyleaf &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Björk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rammstein &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Frusciante&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4119383205794819797?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4119383205794819797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-shows-que-eu-preciso-ir-antes-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4119383205794819797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4119383205794819797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-shows-que-eu-preciso-ir-antes-de.html' title='15 shows que eu preciso ir antes de morrer'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5428726291788227399</id><published>2010-03-25T14:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:22:08.311-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>How Things Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;words words words words words words words words words words words cry words words words words words words words words words words cry words words words words words cry cry cry words words words words words cry cry cry cry cry words words words words attitude attitude attitude attitude change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-5428726291788227399?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5428726291788227399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-things-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5428726291788227399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5428726291788227399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-things-work.html' title='How Things Work'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3522742377784658577</id><published>2010-03-24T23:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:22:26.549-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Lack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Houve o tempo em que era admirável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve o tempo em que era capaz, era simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve a era em que era de se admirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A era que reinava respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a respeito desta que eu falava comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de admirar simplesmente como era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3522742377784658577?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3522742377784658577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/lack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3522742377784658577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3522742377784658577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/lack.html' title='Lack'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3304904293192959089</id><published>2010-03-24T23:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:21:31.993-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>How Come?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6rIUzFFhPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jL2x9S5iW2A/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6rIUzFFhPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jL2x9S5iW2A/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como pode as pessoas terem rosto se o que precisamos ver não está nele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como pode as pessoas usarem máscaras se o rosto real já não existe mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3304904293192959089?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3304904293192959089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3304904293192959089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3304904293192959089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-come.html' title='How Come?'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6rIUzFFhPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jL2x9S5iW2A/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1127339772011561814</id><published>2010-03-23T18:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:28:57.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>That tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kyAncNZVI/AAAAAAAAAos/jq4DAkHZhrs/s1600-h/734120327_4f41e4569b_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kyAncNZVI/AAAAAAAAAos/jq4DAkHZhrs/s640/734120327_4f41e4569b_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldn't find that fucking tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1127339772011561814?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1127339772011561814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1127339772011561814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1127339772011561814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-tree.html' title='That tree'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kyAncNZVI/AAAAAAAAAos/jq4DAkHZhrs/s72-c/734120327_4f41e4569b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4854369861517787765</id><published>2010-03-23T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:56:46.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>E eu sempre terei (Pull Down)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kq-jWG63I/AAAAAAAAAok/ikktclXtL1k/s1600-h/3745454908_e9983efde6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kq-jWG63I/AAAAAAAAAok/ikktclXtL1k/s320/3745454908_e9983efde6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E eu sempre terei a quem me deixar pra baixo. Você que desacredita em mim, desencoraja o que eu sonho e satiriza meus valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz que eu não presto e me desanima com sua falta de entusiasmo por si próprio. Brinca com meus &lt;i&gt;mood rings &lt;/i&gt;como se fossem iô-iô - acima e abaixo puxados pela sua corda carregada de sentimentos profundos, entrelaçados em múltiplos barbantes compostos por dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que eu me sinta a mais imbecil dos seres que viveram pra contar as histórias mais improváveis, só por diversão. Faz com que o que eu diga se dissipe no ar tal qual a saliva que sem querer, molha esse tablado. Faz com que eu afirme inconscientemente à convicção do meu estado pra que não tenha pachorra de desenvolvê-lo. Aliás, me faz tentar desenvolvê-lo só pra me provar que não sou capaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse que está me enganando com o teu peso em minhas costas eu nunca estaria ajoelhada aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre escutarei a sua voz, quando ela não diz nada e desaprova com o slilêncio. Essa voz que me persegue em meus sonhos, os sonda para conferir se não estou sonhando alto demais. Para me puxar pra baixo quando eu acordar. Para não me desejar um bom dia, pois esse não o será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o poder pra te calar, está adormecido dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4854369861517787765?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4854369861517787765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-eu-sempre-terei-pull-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4854369861517787765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4854369861517787765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-eu-sempre-terei-pull-down.html' title='E eu sempre terei (Pull Down)'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S6kq-jWG63I/AAAAAAAAAok/ikktclXtL1k/s72-c/3745454908_e9983efde6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3260638392920936367</id><published>2010-03-11T23:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:07:30.853-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>Após quase três meses, Avatar continua em cartaz nos cinemas do ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mhYdv_GuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OStAX3JMIO8/s1600-h/filme-avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mhYdv_GuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OStAX3JMIO8/s320/filme-avatar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Grande triunfo de James Cameron não para de bater recordes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cartaz desde o dia 18 de dezembro nos cinemas do ABC, Avatar não pretende sair tão cedo das telonas. Em todo o Brasil, o filme já ultrapassou a marca dos 6 milhões de espectadores, segundo a produtora Century Fox, e as salas continuam cheias. Com direção de James Cameron, o mesmo de Titanic e o Exterminador do Futuro 1 e 2, o épico futurista ainda levou pra casa 3 estatuetas do Oscar neste domingo (7). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar desbancou a animação "O Mundo Imaginário do Doutor Parnassus" que ainda não estreou no Brasil, "Nine", "Sherlock Holmes", e "A Jovem Victoria", ganhando o Oscar de Melhor Direção de Arte e de Melhor Fotografia. No prêmio de Melhores Efeitos Visuais, Avatar levou a melhor, concorrendo com "Star Trek" e "Distrito 9". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na opinião do estudante de Farmácia da Uniban, Rodrigo Ferreira dos Santos (24), Avatar não é só mais um filme. "É um marco que chega para revolucionar. James Cameron tem a capacidade de recriar histórias e aperfeiçoá-las." Rodrigo conta que quando foi assistir ao filme, as salas ainda estavam lotadas, mesmo após quase 3 meses de exibição. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das salas do ABC exibem agora somente a versão do filme em tecnologia 3D, mas ainda é possível encontrar a versão tradicional no Cinemark Extra Anchieta, em São Bernardo do Campo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serviço: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;gt; Cinemark Shopping ABC Plaza - Av. Industrial, 600 - Santo André&lt;br /&gt;Horários: Avatar 3D; Dublado; 18h15 - 21h30 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;gt; Playarte Shopping ABC - Avenida Pereira Barreto, 42 - Santo André &lt;br /&gt;Horários: Avatar 3D; Dublado; 18h - 23h (6ª e sáb.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;gt; Cinemark Extra Anchieta - Avenida García Lorca, 301 / Via Anchieta - KM 15,5 - São Bernardo do Campo &lt;br /&gt;Horários: Avatar; Dublado; 12h (sáb. e dom) - 15h05 / Avatar 3D; Legendado; 18h30 - 21h50 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;gt; Cine Araújo Mauá Plaza Shopping - Av. Gov. Mario Covas Jr, 01 - Mauá &lt;br /&gt;Horários: Avatar 3D; Dublado; 20h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3260638392920936367?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3260638392920936367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/apos-quase-tres-meses-avatar-continua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3260638392920936367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3260638392920936367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/apos-quase-tres-meses-avatar-continua.html' title='Após quase três meses, Avatar continua em cartaz nos cinemas do ABC'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mhYdv_GuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OStAX3JMIO8/s72-c/filme-avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3499771449697302018</id><published>2010-03-11T22:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:57:39.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>Heróis dos quadrinhos invadem Teatro Municipal de Mauá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5me--uRhtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PNrIBh1lH_o/s1600-h/hero-mix-2010-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5me--uRhtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PNrIBh1lH_o/s1600-h/hero-mix-2010-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5me--uRhtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PNrIBh1lH_o/s320/hero-mix-2010-013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A primeira edição do Hero Mix teve seus ingressos esgotados &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evento voltado para o público fã de histórias em quadrinhos lotou o Teatro Municipal de Mauá esse sábado, (27). A convenção começou as 10:00 e a fila de entrada já estava imensa. Ao todo, mil pessoas incluindo convidados dos organizadores compareceram para prestigiar as diversas atividades, jogos, estandes e atrativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fãs de quadrinhos japoneses (mangás) também compareceram em peso. Os que estavam fantasiados de personagens, participaram do Concurso Cosplay e concorreram a prêmios pela melhor fantasia e interpretação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5maH4qUZrI/AAAAAAAAAns/0eZdRzGKbxQ/s1600-h/hero-mix-2010-033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5maH4qUZrI/AAAAAAAAAns/0eZdRzGKbxQ/s320/hero-mix-2010-033.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mdn0ay0aI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fkk6hqxm_ZU/s1600-h/hero-mix-2010-035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mdn0ay0aI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fkk6hqxm_ZU/s320/hero-mix-2010-035.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O estudante Marcel Obrecht Junior (19), veio de São Paulo para participar do concurso e ganhou na categoria desfile. "O primeiro evento que eu fui foi em 2006, daí em diante eu gostei e continuei. Já fiz 16 cosplays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estudante Petra Anny Frey (17), é de Mauá e  também veio para participar do concurso de cosplay, mas não conseguiu. "Cheguei lá pra fazer a inscrição mas já tinha acabado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o açougueiro Anderson da Cruz (27), veio para participar do Torneio de Card Game (jogos de estratégia com cartas), que já participa há 4 anos.  "Um colega meu me apresentou o jogo. O básico pra quem quer jogar Card Game é saber um pouco de inglês e ter muita dedicação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5meM7bG7II/AAAAAAAAAoM/kKSOAk2jkQg/s1600-h/hero-mix-2010-016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5meM7bG7II/AAAAAAAAAoM/kKSOAk2jkQg/s320/hero-mix-2010-016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Além dos torneios e apresentações, o Hero Mix contou com estandes de camisetas, DVDs, chaveiros, mangás, produção de caricaturas, ponto de troca de quadrinhos, exibição de desenhos japoneses (animes), arena de Batalha Campal (combate medieval de armas de plástico) e arena de jogos como Guitar Hero, e Pump it Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de divertida, a primeira edição do evento foi desorganizada e o lugar mal escolhido, diz a estudante Juliana Marcondes da Cunha (19), "Isso aqui tá minúsculo, pelo amor de Deus, ficou um monte de gente pra fora aí, querendo entrar". O  músico William Gama Monteiro confirma, "Aqui ficou um pouco apertado, mas acho que é por ser primeira edição. Acho que agora eles já aprenderam a lição e vão conseguir um espaço melhor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos sabiam que o ingresso estava sendo vendido antecipadamente na bilheteria do teatro a R$ 5,00. Como essa informação não foi divulgada pelo site do evento, a maioria ficou esperando na fila do lado de fora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3499771449697302018?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3499771449697302018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/herois-dos-quadrinhos-invadem-teatro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3499771449697302018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3499771449697302018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/herois-dos-quadrinhos-invadem-teatro.html' title='Heróis dos quadrinhos invadem Teatro Municipal de Mauá'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5me--uRhtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PNrIBh1lH_o/s72-c/hero-mix-2010-013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-9140651926669370119</id><published>2010-03-11T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:54:44.141-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Aí sim fomos surpreendidos novamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mQTHq5fDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c8ZO4v3uCq4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mQTHq5fDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c8ZO4v3uCq4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi aí então que eu percebi que a sua máscara era azul anil, o que me lembra anis. Involuntariamente eu te odeio, porque anis é o pior sabor de jujuba que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me roubaram a vontade de gritar o B a A. Aliás, por que B a A, se o A é primeiro que o B e entre as duas letras não contém o alfabeto todo? Que expressão mais sem pé nem cabeça o_O ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perdi em devaneios e a minha raiva se foi por uns instantes, mas ainda não estou com vontade de provar do desdém que o anis me provoca. Respeito o anis, seja recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você meu caro, me desce com gosto de anis. E eu adoro jujubas, mas olha o que você fez! Ficou azul! Virou um Avatar...E não adianta pedir que você não vai ler isso. Nem vai sonhar na possibilidade disso existir. Por que isso é pra mim...Falar mal de você pra mim mesmo é menos nocivo, entenda...Eu ainda engulo as jujubas de anis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desimportância não está em pauta. Está em pauta que eu fui surpreendida negativamente. Mas isso não é importante, então esse post está fechado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-9140651926669370119?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9140651926669370119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ai-sim-fomos-surpreendidos-novamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9140651926669370119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/9140651926669370119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/ai-sim-fomos-surpreendidos-novamente.html' title='Aí sim fomos surpreendidos novamente'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5mQTHq5fDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c8ZO4v3uCq4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6033903657213102924</id><published>2010-03-10T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:46:42.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Epifania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5hY-v3XhsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4vFhp4sgu6c/s1600-h/532450703_fd23361ff3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5hY-v3XhsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4vFhp4sgu6c/s640/532450703_fd23361ff3_b.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Os ruídos confortáveis fazem pressão em cima dos sentimentos verdadeiros. A medida que se passam os segundos eu deixo a minha alma ser levada por eles e me embalo nos sons caóticos do não saber o que fazer e nem querer tentar descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim tão dramático, é um estado epifânico. Culpa de uma música que te lembra dos momentos tristes, quase que automaticamente. E veja só - já vai tarde. Vejo que consigo aos poucos voltar a uma linha menos randômica de pensamento na escrita, automaticamente mais segura. Assim não se solta nada que não deveria ser soltado. Culpa de uma epifania. Culpa de uma música. Culpa de uma leve bipolaridade. Culpa da umidade do ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente é nessa hora que as pessoas deveriam trocar de CD. Provavelmente nesse momento que a gente não troca é que vem debaixo o que enterrado estava pra todo quase-sempre. Eai a gente escuta Alex Galdino e tudo parece voltar a ser uma festa vazia onde dançamos por dançar, ao som de um destino desconhecido, mas que tem nome - Calabria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crítica social e comportamental está mais do que manjado, então deixo pra outros blogs. Sinto que está na hora de trocar o CD. Não pra algo necessariamente "melhor". Não, não melhor, adequado. Não pra algo necessariamente adequado pra o estado de humor escapista que eu busco. Não. Não necessariamente. Cheiro de Halls de cereja vindo da janela. Hum...Incomum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe do que mais? Essas coisas não fazem parte das minhas escolhas, deveriam poder ser controladas por botões. Está me seguindo até aqui? Não falo do cheiro intruso de Hall de cereja pela janela. Falo de epifanias relâmpago desnecessárias e desconfortáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora de apertão um botão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6033903657213102924?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6033903657213102924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/epifania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6033903657213102924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6033903657213102924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/epifania.html' title='Epifania'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S5hY-v3XhsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4vFhp4sgu6c/s72-c/532450703_fd23361ff3_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3224725778134776520</id><published>2010-02-24T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:48:34.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Levante sua voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="331" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7459748&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00800&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7459748&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00800&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="331"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo produzido pelo Intervozes Coletivo Brasil de Comunicação Social. Remonta o curta ILHA  DAS FLORES de Jorge Furtado com a temática do &lt;b&gt;direito à comunicação&lt;/b&gt;. A  obra faz um retrato da concentração dos meios de comunicação existente  no Brasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3224725778134776520?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3224725778134776520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/levante-sua-voz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3224725778134776520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3224725778134776520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/levante-sua-voz.html' title='Levante sua voz'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1571210849362994208</id><published>2010-02-23T22:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:50:32.570-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Esse virou post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S4SFN1X1K0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/t5hOoiY7DWg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S4SFN1X1K0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/t5hOoiY7DWg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Março o ano começa. Espero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada post nasce de um rascunho, possivelmente. É muita pretensão querer que todo iniciativa de escrever aleatoriamente se transforme em um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria eu poder escrever quando a epifania me vem a mente, mas ela foge quando eu sento na cadeira giratória, na maioria das vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos as amenidades...De volta à faculdade, coisas voltando a fazer barulho de engrenagem, música voltando a ser gasta todas as manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mudou é que parece que eu não terei sussego naquele fretado. Eu explico. Pessoas gritando e cantando as 6 da matina, periguete falando do peguete, reclamando da vida e da ressaca. AHH! Que saco. É pedir muito que as pessoas tenham sono de manhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um colega meu disse que quando os trabalhos pegarem todos no pulo a cansera também vai pegá-las e aí vem todo mundo dormindo. E eu realmente espero que ele esteja certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais escrever agora. Vou voltar a minha &lt;strike&gt;desnecessária e adiantada&lt;/strike&gt; vontade de estudar pra matéria das aulas desta semana. Tema? Conceito de Cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que alguma coisa vos ilumine quando precisarem olhar no relógio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1571210849362994208?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1571210849362994208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/marco-o-ano-comeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1571210849362994208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1571210849362994208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/marco-o-ano-comeca.html' title='Esse virou post'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S4SFN1X1K0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/t5hOoiY7DWg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-173921096155657416</id><published>2010-02-20T01:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:02:38.765-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>To Share The Same Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S39QroCNamI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DSua84ZDnRg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S39QroCNamI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DSua84ZDnRg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-173921096155657416?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/173921096155657416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-share-same-sky.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/173921096155657416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/173921096155657416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-share-same-sky.html' title='To Share The Same Sky'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S39QroCNamI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DSua84ZDnRg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1067729774905116457</id><published>2010-02-13T16:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:22:56.017-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dica #2</title><content type='html'>É mais fácil você parar de se magoar com as pessoas do que elas pararem de magoar você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1067729774905116457?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1067729774905116457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/dica-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1067729774905116457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1067729774905116457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/dica-2.html' title='Dica #2'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7058426898861385760</id><published>2010-02-13T11:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:15:23.430-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Da arte de não ter o que fazer: Teoria do Gato Flutuante</title><content type='html'>De autoria desconhecida. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não ri. &lt;br /&gt;Exemplo vivo da arte de não ter o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Teoria_do_Gato_Flutuante"&gt;Teoria do Gato Flutuante na Desciclopédia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3akpMtbCYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QYUsMLnYu9E/s1600-h/jajajja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3akpMtbCYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QYUsMLnYu9E/s640/jajajja.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edição ilustrada e revisada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3alZ8dvw1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/pKpj9jPoin4/s1600-h/Gatoflutuar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3alZ8dvw1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/pKpj9jPoin4/s400/Gatoflutuar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/56739711665649372-7058426898861385760?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7058426898861385760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-arte-de-nao-ter-o-que-fazer-teoria.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7058426898861385760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7058426898861385760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-arte-de-nao-ter-o-que-fazer-teoria.html' title='Da arte de não ter o que fazer: Teoria do Gato Flutuante'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3akpMtbCYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QYUsMLnYu9E/s72-c/jajajja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-5566458704701717379</id><published>2010-02-13T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:00:14.906-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>O insustentável pesadume do ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3aiFzsdY1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/JWLrkorhDG0/s1600-h/3111440923_c7614f9536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3aiFzsdY1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/JWLrkorhDG0/s400/3111440923_c7614f9536.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somos pessoas pesadas.&lt;br /&gt;Em espanhol, "pesada" é igual a chata. Somos chatos. Dos que coçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diálogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 1:&lt;/span&gt; "Por que a gente não blá blá blá?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Pessoa 2:&lt;/span&gt; "Ah..Não to a fim...Vamos mimimi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pessoa 1: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Não tem escolha a não ser seder de bom grado aos caprichos da Pessoa 2 / Ou escolhe não seder e bater o pé diante dos caprichos da Pessoa 2, e impôr seu próprio capricho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Pessoa 2:&lt;/span&gt; (Se diverte as custas da boa vontade da Pessoa 1 / Ou emburra pro lado da Pessoa 1 por que &lt;i&gt;ela&lt;/i&gt; é muito egoísta. Mimimi é muito mais legal que blá blá blá!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-5566458704701717379?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5566458704701717379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-insustentavel-pesadume-do-ser.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5566458704701717379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/5566458704701717379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-insustentavel-pesadume-do-ser.html' title='O insustentável pesadume do ser'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3aiFzsdY1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/JWLrkorhDG0/s72-c/3111440923_c7614f9536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1762911473392509132</id><published>2010-02-11T22:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:41:45.866-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Ode ao Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3SjiUr-xQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rNXCtipnAqM/s1600-h/df.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3SjiUr-xQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rNXCtipnAqM/s400/df.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você que faz o telefone tocar quando eu não quero atender.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz pular da cama pra viver.&lt;br /&gt;Pinta o céu de branco e abafa o calor.&lt;br /&gt;Enxuga com alegria a minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso transborda além do meu conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixa brincar com o sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Torna tudo tão desigual.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, você não é normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1762911473392509132?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1762911473392509132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-ao-amor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1762911473392509132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1762911473392509132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-ao-amor.html' title='Ode ao Amor'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3SjiUr-xQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rNXCtipnAqM/s72-c/df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-3405902902862290396</id><published>2010-02-11T18:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:24:15.328-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Your Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Rmv2ygqMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DTEkooCjP0Y/s1600-h/natal-017-copy-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Rmv2ygqMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DTEkooCjP0Y/s640/natal-017-copy-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the rain has to separate from itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does it say "pick out your cloud"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-3405902902862290396?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3405902902862290396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-cloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3405902902862290396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/3405902902862290396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-cloud.html' title='Your Cloud'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Rmv2ygqMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DTEkooCjP0Y/s72-c/natal-017-copy-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1179360373131766189</id><published>2010-02-11T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:14:46.038-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Enjoando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Q6y6o1M3I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dWQNzOBJGio/s1600-h/dsfdv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Q6y6o1M3I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dWQNzOBJGio/s400/dsfdv.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Como é lindo você. O jeito que seus joelhos se dobram e o som que faz sua respiração."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Essas tardes todas (e noites) são melhores quando você se encosta nesse sofá."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu tenho que amá-lo, é minha função divina, minha motriz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por favor, me perdoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sim. Mais do que nunca agora eu sei o quanto você é importante pra mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje fazemos 1 ano. Obrigado por ter entrado na minha vida, meu amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Céus, como preciso de você!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou tão idiota, tão insegura...Estou tão confusa...Mas não se afaste de mim! Fique aqui comigo! Partilhe da minha dor, ajude-me a carregá-la. Por favor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabe, eu não deveria ter que te pedir isso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As coisas seriam mais simples se..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não posso te ajudar, isso só cabe a você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não diga isso! Não é sua culpa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É, a culpa é toda minha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O ato de enjoar de alguém em 13 passos simples) &lt;br /&gt;Cada passo acontece de maneira não isolada, em geral mais de uma vez, seguindo uma ordem lógica, mas não necessariamente essa.&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente é possível encurtar o período pré-enjôo, como também alongá-lo por anos.&lt;br /&gt;Não se culpe, é normal e acontece com bastante frequência não importando raça, credo, faixa etária ou nacionalidade. Salvo excessões, é inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;Você enjôou de alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1179360373131766189?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1179360373131766189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1179360373131766189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1179360373131766189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoando.html' title='Enjoando'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3Q6y6o1M3I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dWQNzOBJGio/s72-c/dsfdv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-2196075904817116871</id><published>2010-02-08T19:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:20:17.027-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Você aprende</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B4Nb3p38I/AAAAAAAAAks/JBVatQ-qexU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B4Nb3p38I/AAAAAAAAAks/JBVatQ-qexU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depois de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo. E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam. E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la, por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B57UZ_CUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1YxXZXlvjTc/s1600-h/sd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B57UZ_CUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1YxXZXlvjTc/s400/sd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descobre que se levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B7g9iiRxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EPgv9cvk4iw/s1600-h/sgsgf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B7g9iiRxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EPgv9cvk4iw/s400/sgsgf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve. Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática. Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B-fWqJA_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ke2lk9olaEQ/s1600-h/gfhd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B-fWqJA_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ke2lk9olaEQ/s400/gfhd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama, contudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B_s9l3heI/AAAAAAAAAlM/X2VD_jxx4Ko/s1600-h/xcf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S3B_s9l3heI/AAAAAAAAAlM/X2VD_jxx4Ko/s400/xcf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores. E você aprende que realmente pode suportar. Que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;William Shakespeare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-2196075904817116871?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2196075904817116871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-aprende.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/2196075904817116871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7256788397484438502</id><published>2010-02-03T02:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:06:55.711-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dica #1</title><content type='html'>Mulheres também não gostam de homens fáceis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7256788397484438502?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7256788397484438502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/dica-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7256788397484438502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7256788397484438502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/dica-1.html' title='Dica #1'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1324787766223791168</id><published>2010-02-02T21:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:54:04.718-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Parapeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2i3s9xBSWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XSkolqPMmmk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2i3s9xBSWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XSkolqPMmmk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E se eu te desse um parapeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra se jogar.&lt;br /&gt;Admirar.&lt;br /&gt;E observar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obervar o nada.&lt;br /&gt;Observar o nada que me consome desde quando eu caí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu te desse um parapeito? Em que nele você pudesse se apoiar. Até cair.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, um parapeito não se apoia em você, embora você se apoie nele.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade ele espera o momento de se ver livre do peso. De te jogar pro nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu te desse um parapeito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-1324787766223791168?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1324787766223791168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/parapeito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1324787766223791168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1324787766223791168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/parapeito.html' title='Parapeito'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2i3s9xBSWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XSkolqPMmmk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6375405334584973262</id><published>2010-02-02T00:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:03:03.120-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>A Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2eHtpv3dCI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xComWJWYOtc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2eHtpv3dCI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xComWJWYOtc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Áspera como só ela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre odiei esperar. Mas houve tempos em que eu esperava mais, hoje não tenho muito do que reclamar. Nem tudo vale o esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certa forma, cada dia é um dia a menos na espera de alguém, ou um dia a mais que se passou esperando, mesmo assim a gente espera, independente do que seja. Ou não. Tem gente que simplesmente não consegue esperar, ou talvez foi o tempo de espera que se acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que acontece se você vai embora antes do tempo de espera acabar e a coisa esperada chega? GAME OVER, I guess. Será mesmo? Ah, nada que outra coisa pra se esperar não resolva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vamos colecionando esperas. Até dá a impressão de que a espera anterior não era tão melhor quanto essa que está sendo esperada no presente. Como se o motivo que o fez esperar não fosse bom o bastante quanto esse que agora faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a espera deve produzir algum fluído interior que nos instiga, que nos faz acreditar que a espera é necessária, que o que vem depois dela compensará o tédio. Um fluído ludibriante, anestésico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh coisa esperada, vale a pena? O efeito do fluído não me deixa saber. Antídoto? Pra que? Que tal NÃO esperar, simplesmente? Ganho tempo. Ganho tempo e gasto em outra espera sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você é a coisa esperada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-6375405334584973262?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6375405334584973262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/espera.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6375405334584973262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6375405334584973262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/espera.html' title='A Espera'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S2eHtpv3dCI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xComWJWYOtc/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7426923527119551005</id><published>2010-01-11T22:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:49:43.923-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>In memory of the dead baloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0vGq8wZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAik/pERRH4VVirE/s1600-h/3215272872_8bd770d1ed.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0vGq8wZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAik/pERRH4VVirE/s640/3215272872_8bd770d1ed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in Peace ;D&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/56739711665649372-7426923527119551005?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7426923527119551005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-memory-of-dead-baloon.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7426923527119551005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7426923527119551005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-memory-of-dead-baloon.html' title='In memory of the dead baloon'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0vGq8wZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAik/pERRH4VVirE/s72-c/3215272872_8bd770d1ed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4485134849543021547</id><published>2010-01-09T12:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:08:12.817-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Merry-go-round</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0iNcetzFaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ckuNNW3vRow/s1600-h/so+bright+outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0iNcetzFaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ckuNNW3vRow/s640/so+bright+outside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In or out?&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/56739711665649372-4485134849543021547?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4485134849543021547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-go-round.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4485134849543021547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4485134849543021547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-go-round.html' title='Merry-go-round'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0iNcetzFaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ckuNNW3vRow/s72-c/so+bright+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4739027277404132001</id><published>2010-01-08T12:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:32:52.282-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Não. Elvis. Morreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0dA8m7hQbI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YmPcUBBd4hQ/s1600-h/ElvisCoffin-EPN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0dA8m7hQbI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YmPcUBBd4hQ/s200/ElvisCoffin-EPN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabéns Elvis! Sim, ele está &lt;i&gt;"morto"&lt;/i&gt;, então eu não teria porquê parabenizá-lo, já que ele não conseguiu vencer a morte, mas hoje, se ele estivesse vivo, teria completado 75 anos de topete com brilhantina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há controvérias sobre a morte do topetudo que ilustra a capa do jornal americano "&lt;i&gt;The National Enquirer&lt;/i&gt;", o mesmo do filme "&lt;i&gt;Cidadão Kane"&lt;/i&gt;. A história da morte foi mal contada e há grupos que acreditam que a foto de Elvis deitado no caixão pode ter sido forjada. A princípio ele teria sido achado morto em seu banheiro em Agosto de 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0dB27O70dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P-pwC9J-TJs/s1600-h/elvis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0dB27O70dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P-pwC9J-TJs/s400/elvis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imediatamente após a morte, os legistas Jerry Francisco, Eric Muirhead e Noel Florredo constataram na autópsia que Elvis havia morrido de uma parada cardíaca fuminante, talvez devido ao constante uso de remédios e alguns anti-depressivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém existem relatos de que alguns dias depois de sua morte, Elvis teria aparecido saindo de um avião, na base aérea da Argentina e entrando numa Limosine. O que faz sentido, já que ele tinha uma casa na Argentina, mas não há provas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como essa história e muitas outras contradições, não teria graça se toda teoria não tivesse seu lado conspiratório. O que podemos dizer com certeza e livre de conspirações, é que Elvis Aron Presley foi e ainda é um dos artistas mais memoráveis da história da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo morto, ainda são movimentados milhões em sua imagem, administrados pela empresa &lt;i&gt;Elvis Presley's Enterprise&lt;/i&gt;, criada originalmente em 1954, na terra natal do Rei, em Graceland/Memphis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4739027277404132001?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4739027277404132001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-elvis-morreu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4739027277404132001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4739027277404132001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-elvis-morreu.html' title='Não. Elvis. Morreu'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0dA8m7hQbI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YmPcUBBd4hQ/s72-c/ElvisCoffin-EPN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7744233210809347004</id><published>2010-01-07T18:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:11:13.428-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>No need words</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Y_X0W_eYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KMa1mx3yoJQ/s1600-h/just+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Y_X0W_eYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KMa1mx3yoJQ/s640/just+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7744233210809347004?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7744233210809347004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-need-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7744233210809347004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7744233210809347004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-need-words.html' title='No need words'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Y_X0W_eYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KMa1mx3yoJQ/s72-c/just+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-6977428935207223682</id><published>2010-01-06T18:20:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:27:12.546-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Tales of Mere Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgxErWWe6PU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgxErWWe6PU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/56739711665649372-6977428935207223682?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6977428935207223682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/tales-of-mere-existence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6977428935207223682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/6977428935207223682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/tales-of-mere-existence.html' title='Tales of Mere Existence'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7628428011840925084</id><published>2010-01-06T16:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:21:49.628-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nota da Autora'/><title type='text'>Tudo que somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Tb3bEjm3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/UXmt4-1Nxgs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Tb3bEjm3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/UXmt4-1Nxgs/s400/Untitled-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A necessidade de expressar coisas aleatórias persiste em qualquer ser humano bípede, de tempos em tempos. A graça de ser ouvido, lido, ou whatever, massageia o ego...Damn!, somos assim tão egoístas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que um dia tudo que somos é jogado de volta a nós. Ou o que deveríamos ter sido. O que estava escrito mas não lemos. Estava na cara. Não lemos. Não quisemos. Não tentamos. Não mudamos. Não esperamos. Não criamos. Não levantamos. Não perdoamos. Não acreditamos. Não repetimos o que era bom. Não excluímos o que não era. Fomos covardes. Escravos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um café, por favor. Se for pra deixar os devaneios desconfortáveis em pauta, que seja ao lado de um bom café passado e uma boa vista de uma janela. Falta a boa vista. Falta também o café passado. Um dia quebro &lt;strike&gt;acidentalmente&lt;/strike&gt; essa cafeteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cair e levantar é o exercício de viver. Nasci caída e levantei. Depois caí, nada fora do esperado. Fique muito tempo sem cair e se esquecerá de como se levanta. Por que um dia tudo que somos é jogado de volta a nós. O peso do que fomos faz cair. A vontade de levantar faz o peso do que fomos ficar no chão, até que ganhemos um novo peso morto pra &lt;i&gt;adornar&lt;/i&gt; o colorido do cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma vez eu vi me jogarem de volta a mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peso vem, peso vai. Caí.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flagelos de pessoas pelo chão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Farelos de alma e coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Levanta e vê o que chegou pra você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nova paleta technicolor em degradê.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Zzz&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7628428011840925084?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7628428011840925084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/tudo-que-somos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7628428011840925084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7628428011840925084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/tudo-que-somos.html' title='Tudo que somos'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0Tb3bEjm3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/UXmt4-1Nxgs/s72-c/Untitled-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4294215102644701695</id><published>2010-01-06T15:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:19:20.560-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>NÃO ENTRE EM PÂNICO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S5ushnEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RNILdI9gK04/s1600-h/mochileiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S5ushnEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RNILdI9gK04/s1600-h/mochileiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S5ushnEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RNILdI9gK04/s200/mochileiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um livro infanto juvenil. &lt;i&gt;"O Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias"&lt;/i&gt; é o primeiro da série de 5 livros do escritor britânico de ficção, Douglas Adams, não exatamente feito para crianças ou adolescentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As obras de Adams contém um humor sarcástico e inteligente, como não podia deixar de ser, já que é uma característica dos roteiros ingleses, diferindo do humor "&lt;i&gt;pastelão&lt;/i&gt;" ou "&lt;i&gt;besteirol&lt;/i&gt;", norte-americano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ler nas entrelinhas a forte crítica a sociedade e suas instituições, religiões e políticas. "Não saia da Terra sem ele" e "Não entre em pânico", são ironicamente jargões usados nos livros para desorientar o aventureiro por acidente, Arthur Dent, protagonista da trama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S79uVODMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pYBvOxV2-KU/s1600-h/restaurante_fim_do_universo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S79uVODMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pYBvOxV2-KU/s200/restaurante_fim_do_universo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arthur é um cidadão pacato de vida monótona que de repente descobre que seu melhor amigo, Ford Prefect, não era um ator desempregado, como sempre havia lhe dito, e sim, um extraterrestre. Ao mesmo tempo, descobre também que a Terra vai ser destruída por &lt;i&gt;Vogons&lt;/i&gt; e que precisam sair dali imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguem uma carona, estão no espaço. A Terra é destruída (ou não). A resposta para a vida, o universo e tudo mais? 42? O que um rato tem que nós não temos? Golfinhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você com certeza vai querer provar uma &lt;i&gt;Dinamite Pangalática&lt;/i&gt; com muito limão, e descobrir por si só, a resposta pra todas essas e mais perguntas ao ler esta maravilhosa série de ótimo bom gosto, explicação desnecessária e humor apuradíssimo do falecido Douglas Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S-SxAjBAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/a8CtY7oGEe8/s1600-h/A_VIDA_O_UNIVERSO_E_TUDO_MAIS_1228530431P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S-SxAjBAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/a8CtY7oGEe8/s200/A_VIDA_O_UNIVERSO_E_TUDO_MAIS_1228530431P.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você provavelmente já deve ter visto o filme &lt;i&gt;"O Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias" &lt;/i&gt;(ou não). Mas é importante saber que ele não é fiel a história em grande parte, contém algumas adaptações inventadas, como por exemplo a seguda cabeça de Zaphod Beeblebrox não ser embaixo da primeira e sim ao lado dela. Ou então a criação de um romance entre Arthur e Trillian, que não existe na série original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, o filme é inspirado na série toda, pegando a essência tanto do primeiro livro como um pouco dos outros, ou seja, não podemos chamar de adaptação da obra literária. Pra quem já leu todos os livros não chega a ser nocivo, já que podemos ver na tela o tão querido robô maníaco depressivo, Marvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0TBo7LrdtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Oy1mGe7YLIY/s1600-h/ATE_MAIS_E_OBRIGADO_PELOS_PEIXESA_1229787615P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0TBo7LrdtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Oy1mGe7YLIY/s200/ATE_MAIS_E_OBRIGADO_PELOS_PEIXESA_1229787615P.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O último livro da série, &lt;i&gt;"Praticamente Inofensiva"&lt;/i&gt;, foi lançado com um intervalo de 10 anos após o 4º livro, &lt;i&gt;"Até mais e Obrigado Pelos Peixes&lt;/i&gt;". Alguns consideram que ele nem faz parte da série, por ser tão distante dos outros, mas existe uma continuação perfeita nele que encaixa com a história, dando um final redondo e de livre interpretação em diversos aspectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas de suas perguntas sobre a trama vão ficar sem resposta absoluta, ou pelo menos despertará várias possíveis hipóteses, mas isso só faz parte do que Adams quis tramar para nós leitores. O importante aqui não é fazer sentido, ou responder perguntas fundamentais, já que no fim das leituras percebemos que nem mesmo pela ciência avançada desvendaremos uma única verdade definitiva sobre a vida, o universo e tudo mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4294215102644701695?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4294215102644701695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-entre-em-panico.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4294215102644701695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4294215102644701695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-entre-em-panico.html' title='NÃO ENTRE EM PÂNICO!'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0S5ushnEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RNILdI9gK04/s72-c/mochileiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-7493203501591840368</id><published>2010-01-04T10:57:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:21:44.550-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Gran Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0HfcEbz88I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BgM-HANfb3E/s1600-h/clint_eastwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0HfcEbz88I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BgM-HANfb3E/s400/clint_eastwood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vamos falar de cinema \o/ &lt;br /&gt;Pra você que ficou sem ver alguns dos lançamentos de 2009, porque não teve tempo de ir ao cinema como eu também não tive, vá a locadora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram feitos ótimos trabalhos cinematográficos nesse ano que passou, tenho certeza que pra quase todos os gostos...&lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira dica da semana vai pro maravilhoso Gran Torino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele só não é melhor que o Bastardos Inglórios por conta da relevância do roteiro e da ótima produção e direção de Quentin Tarantino, que já vem sonhando com esse filme há um bom tempo, mas depois falo dele...&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Gran Torino! Clint Eastwood é velho mas não é mole não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garantiu sua carreira na série policial/western "Dirty Harry", como "o homem sem nome" e estrelou em vários filmes do velho oeste com a mesma identidade sigilosa.&lt;br /&gt;O "&lt;i&gt;The Good, The Bad and The Ugly&lt;/i&gt;" (Três homens em Conflito), de Sergio Leone, é com certeza um de seus trabalhos mais marcantes. Vale muito a pena assistir e comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas além de atuar, Clint é diretor, senta na cadeirinha de madeira do set. Isso definitivamente mostra o quão talentoso ele é, pois o filme é sensacional! Falemos dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0HgpFHW0cI/AAAAAAAAAfY/YtWJmlv2XhI/s1600-h/gran-torino-fl-poster-full3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0HgpFHW0cI/AAAAAAAAAfY/YtWJmlv2XhI/s400/gran-torino-fl-poster-full3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeiramente, &lt;i&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/i&gt; é o nome de um carro da década de 1970, da Ford. No filme, é o carro do aposentado ex-trabalhador da Ford e ex-herói de guerra  Walt Kowalski (Clint Eastwood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velho rabugento e solitário, pra piorar sua esposa acaba de morrer. Com um tom de voz sádico ele despreza os filhos e netos interesseiros, que só querem sugar do que restou de valioso na casa, após a morte de sua esposa e ter seus nomes no inventário quando ele morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida muda quando passa a ter vizinhos &lt;i&gt;hmong &lt;/i&gt;(asiáticos habitantes das montanhas próximas ao vietnã). E ai o resto é lenda...&lt;br /&gt;Assistam e comprovem 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais legal no filme é o humor sádico com que o velho Walt trata de sua vida e de quem gosta. A velhice e solidão é uma fase da vida iminente a todos e muitos morrem sem encontrar a graça nessa fase pré-morte, onde tudo já foi feio e não há nada mais a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood já dirigiu diversos filmes de sucesso, destacando-se &lt;i&gt;"Menina de Ouro"&lt;/i&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;Sobre Meninos e Lobos"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Dívida de Sangue"&lt;/i&gt; e "&lt;i&gt;As Pontes de Madison"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-7493203501591840368?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7493203501591840368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/gran-torino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7493203501591840368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/7493203501591840368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/gran-torino.html' title='Gran Torino'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/S0HfcEbz88I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BgM-HANfb3E/s72-c/clint_eastwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-1922732604936696300</id><published>2009-12-30T23:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:46:59.528-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VDvgL58h_Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VDvgL58h_Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&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/56739711665649372-1922732604936696300?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1922732604936696300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2009/12/horribly-slow-murderer-with-extremely.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1922732604936696300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/1922732604936696300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2009/12/horribly-slow-murderer-with-extremely.html' title='The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon'/><author><name>Zzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05626525232464660018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/TOHCzVarOrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_Hxo9H-TZms/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B21.39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56739711665649372.post-4825987335993515748</id><published>2009-12-30T22:39:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:48:46.229-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coluna Semanal'/><title type='text'>Ano novo. De novo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/SzvyR_yMpyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/A-Eur_jk2_g/s1600-h/424773083_6a4f1ec45a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QG9EFtAaKQ/SzvyR_yMpyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/A-Eur_jk2_g/s400/424773083_6a4f1ec45a.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De novo separado. Mas junto a suposta união que envolve as pessoas momentaneamente, nessa época do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Se os brasileiros tem ou não motivos pra comemorar 2009, de forma geral, ninguém segura essa verdade absoluta nas mãos. Mas eu, como boa cristã e otimista, digo que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não sou apaixonada pelo Lula. Só acho que ele teve muita sorte de pegar o Brasil do jeito em que pegou e conseguir manter um crescimento razoável e inevitável. Mas chega né. Oito anos é muita coisa até pra quem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh o amor...Pulemos essa parte que fica tudo certo. Outra verdade absoluta que ninguém obtém. Pode passar quantos anos for, ainda haverá gente amando gente, ou pensando que ama. E as pessoas não reclamam disso tanto quanto reclamam do governo, embora ele esteja aí, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os clichês também não vão parar por aqui e nem por ali. É só o que sabem fazer. Aparecem travestido de novo, mas bebendo na fonte dos ultrapassados. São clichês, tanto quanto um post sobre ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ficar chato, desejarei um feliz ano novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/56739711665649372-4825987335993515748?l=standbypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4825987335993515748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-novo-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4825987335993515748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/56739711665649372/posts/default/4825987335993515748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standbypeople.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-novo-de-novo.html' title='Ano novo. 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