<?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-3860613819647572585</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:23:22.033-03:00</updated><category term='julha'/><category term='Guarani'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='garoto propaganda da oi'/><category term='Ponte Preta'/><category term='São Paulo'/><category term='Remo'/><category term='os tres porquinhos'/><category term='Los Hermanos'/><category term='Coritiba'/><category term='oi'/><category term='Cruzeiro'/><category term='Vasco'/><category term='No limite'/><category term='Grêmio'/><category term='Internacional'/><category term='Palmeiras'/><category term='Santos'/><category term='Paraná Clube'/><category term='Flamengo'/><category term='silvio santos'/><category term='Botafogo'/><category term='América-RJ'/><category term='Goiás'/><category term='Atlético Paranaense'/><category term='gripe suina'/><category term='Fluminense'/><title type='text'>Blogaoka</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-2660870485567444955</id><published>2010-02-19T15:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:37:01.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça o teste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S37MIZzpfLI/AAAAAAAAAig/xuDvEvxtmQw/s1600-h/sopa_de_letras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009844648672434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S37MIZzpfLI/AAAAAAAAAig/xuDvEvxtmQw/s320/sopa_de_letras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Universidade de Cambridge . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pssaoes epsertas cnsoeugem ler itso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não cnogseui acreidatr que relmanet pidoa etndeer o que etvsaa ldeno.&lt;br /&gt;O pdoer fnemoeanl da mntee huamna, de aorcdo com uma psqueisa da&lt;br /&gt;Unvireisadde de Cmabrigde, não ipmrota a odrem em que as lteras etseajm&lt;br /&gt;em uma plavara, a úcina cisoa ipmotratne é que a piremira e a útimla ltreas&lt;br /&gt;etseajm no lguar ctreo. O rseto pdoe etasr uma ttaol bnauguça e vcoê adnia&lt;br /&gt;pdoreá ler sem perolbmea. Itso pruqoe a mtene haunma não lê cdaa lreta&lt;br /&gt;idnvidailuemtne, mas a pvrlaaa cmoo um tdoo. Ipessrinaonte hien?&lt;br /&gt;É e eu smrepe pnenesi que slortaerr era ipmorantte!&lt;br /&gt;Se vcoê pdoe ler itso pssae aidntae !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-2660870485567444955?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/2660870485567444955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/faca-o-teste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2660870485567444955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2660870485567444955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/faca-o-teste.html' title='Faça o teste!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S37MIZzpfLI/AAAAAAAAAig/xuDvEvxtmQw/s72-c/sopa_de_letras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-7725266232811050695</id><published>2010-02-09T12:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:25:21.264-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os mijões de plantão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rio vai ganhar "mijódromos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S3Fu5dVBF7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8btByf3x_cA/s1600-h/09_MHB_rio_mijodromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436248158617278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S3Fu5dVBF7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8btByf3x_cA/s320/09_MHB_rio_mijodromo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E as mulheres que se virem com o "xixi equilibrista"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confira: &lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/rio/mat/2010/02/09/rio-vai-ganhar-mijodromos-holandeses-915820588.asp"&gt;http://oglobo.globo.com/rio/mat/2010/02/09/rio-vai-ganhar-mijodromos-holandeses-915820588.asp&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/3860613819647572585-7725266232811050695?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/7725266232811050695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-os-mijoes-de-plantao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7725266232811050695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7725266232811050695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-os-mijoes-de-plantao.html' title='Para os mijões de plantão...'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S3Fu5dVBF7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/8btByf3x_cA/s72-c/09_MHB_rio_mijodromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-2072949452764392058</id><published>2010-02-05T14:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:36:31.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S2xI9x0LBsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nu_RqWWxmsI/s1600-h/Humor+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434799076510729922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S2xI9x0LBsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nu_RqWWxmsI/s320/Humor+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-2072949452764392058?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/2072949452764392058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/humor-negro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2072949452764392058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2072949452764392058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/02/humor-negro.html' title='Humor Negro'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S2xI9x0LBsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nu_RqWWxmsI/s72-c/Humor+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-1063163630472687076</id><published>2010-01-13T14:36:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:25:19.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça o teste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que as pessoas tem o hábito de arregalar os olhos toda vez que vão dar aquela abocanhada no sanduiche?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426264731661567074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S033BhvrBGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/So9O-R2ATVI/s320/Sanduiche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pra ajudar abrir a boca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-1063163630472687076?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/1063163630472687076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/01/faca-o-teste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1063163630472687076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1063163630472687076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/01/faca-o-teste.html' title='Faça o teste!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S033BhvrBGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/So9O-R2ATVI/s72-c/Sanduiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-3701515576429284212</id><published>2010-01-13T14:02:00.022-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:27:00.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vasco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grêmio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paraná Clube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponte Preta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruzeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goiás'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='América-RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coritiba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guarani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlético Paranaense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamengo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluminense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Botafogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palmeiras'/><title type='text'>Se seu time fosse uma banda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03v04IvdDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GEoKxYYuZBc/s1600-h/gremio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426256817752601650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03v04IvdDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GEoKxYYuZBc/s320/gremio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grêmio = Sepultura&lt;br /&gt;Um de nossos sucessos internacionais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na terra do molejo e do samba faceiro, muitos acham que eles pegam pesado demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03v6dTYvVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/765pBKs5wAI/s1600-h/palmeiras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426256913628708178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03v6dTYvVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/765pBKs5wAI/s320/palmeiras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmeiras = Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;A banda tem enorme tempo de estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas suas músicas só atingem o estrelato quando faz alguma parceria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wBR30C5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSJV5TNH9Hk/s1600-h/sp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257030819351442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wBR30C5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/tSJV5TNH9Hk/s320/sp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo = Queen&lt;br /&gt;Já foi eleita a melhor do mundo uma quantidade de vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E um dos seus integrantes é assumidamente homossexual, assim como seus fãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wJu-QUfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ecKO980ouFU/s1600-h/santos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257176069951986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wJu-QUfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ecKO980ouFU/s320/santos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santos = Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos 60, não tinha pra ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Só que até hoje é lembrado no mundo inteiro pelos sucessos de 40 anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wP_L1O1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8kM9TtLDtOA/s1600-h/vasco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257283501079378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wP_L1O1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8kM9TtLDtOA/s320/vasco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasco = Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Banda de qualidade e importância inquestionáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer gostar dela quando ouve, mas a imagem do ex-líder faz muita gente ainda sentir aversão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wY4I1U4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/b_qQTU5ZPKY/s1600-h/inter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257436228277122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wY4I1U4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/b_qQTU5ZPKY/s320/inter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internacional = Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Reinou nos anos 70 e morreu nos 80.&lt;br /&gt;Seus líderes conseguiram juntar os cacos e voltar nos anos 2000, com uma inesquecível turnê mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wfslc0FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PGpW99q6teI/s1600-h/flu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257553386164306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03wfslc0FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PGpW99q6teI/s320/flu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluminense = Titãs&lt;br /&gt;Banda charmosa e simpática e, no Brasil, é querida por muitos.&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que ninguém nunca ouviu falar fora de nossas fronteiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03w5XvrSqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oVVGDbfbMQs/s1600-h/botafogo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257994468510370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03w5XvrSqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oVVGDbfbMQs/s320/botafogo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botafogo = Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;Seria o maior da década de 60, se não houvesse um rival mais popular.&lt;br /&gt;Teve seu Satisfaction em Garrincha. Há alguns anos retomou o rumo e está feliz da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xB2nfDwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jyaGXapSU7Y/s1600-h/cruzeiro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258140194606850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xB2nfDwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jyaGXapSU7Y/s320/cruzeiro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzeiro = Paralamas do Sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Na América do Sul é respeitado e campeão de vendas..&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando participa de um festival com bandas européias é café com leite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xNpYqFHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PWKiL5omPZE/s1600-h/fla.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258342801183858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xNpYqFHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PWKiL5omPZE/s320/fla.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamengo = Jorge Ben Jor&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo não produz um grande sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é incrível como segue popular e nunca sai da moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xVtuuAxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/UHE4Fquchvw/s1600-h/coritiba.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258481406411538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xVtuuAxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/UHE4Fquchvw/s320/coritiba.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coritiba = Banda Blitz &amp;amp; Ewandro Mesquita&lt;br /&gt;Um raro sucesso nos anos 80, que os seus fãs ainda cantam nos dias atuais, por falta de outras músicas boas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xch_-RcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cdHPGsmmWrY/s1600-h/ponte+preta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258598516639170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xch_-RcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cdHPGsmmWrY/s320/ponte+preta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponte Preta &amp;amp; Guarani = Chitãozinho e Xororó&lt;br /&gt;Quando apareceram, ganharam muitos fãs pelo Brasil, viraram febre, mas nunca foram unanimidade.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo, e de tantas imitações, se relegaram aos seus poucos fãs do interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xldHu3BI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kw9_qBLk7SM/s1600-h/goias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258751825828882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xldHu3BI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kw9_qBLk7SM/s320/goias.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goiás = Leonardo&lt;br /&gt;Tomou espaço de outros similares, e vez ou outra emplaca um sucesso, mas nunca chegando ao topo como seus inspiradores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xr7KgzmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I752Cxqw-Wg/s1600-h/america+rj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258862969769570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xr7KgzmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I752Cxqw-Wg/s320/america+rj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;América-RJ = Erasmo Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Parceiro na panela Jovem (RJ) da década de 60, hoje em dia vive só de nome e de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;dos saudosistas e dos poucos fãs malucos que são diretores de TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xwowweFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UebQJ-UPqX8/s1600-h/remo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426258943929251922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03xwowweFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UebQJ-UPqX8/s320/remo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remo = Calypso&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho do Pará, e só do Pará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03x2k_9i8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/BI0V-nN9yMM/s1600-h/atl+paranaense.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426259045998496706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03x2k_9i8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/BI0V-nN9yMM/s320/atl+paranaense.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlético Paranaense = Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;Já foi muito badalada e considerada a estrela mais promissora dos últimos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas atualmente é boçal, desperta ódio em todos e está para morrer a qualquer momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03x8Hwm_UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BJBqi4wNrT0/s1600-h/paran%C3%A1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426259141228690754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03x8Hwm_UI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BJBqi4wNrT0/s320/paran%C3%A1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraná Clube = Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Seus poucos fãs juram que a banda é muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, fora eles, ninguém mais no mundo sabe que ela existe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3860613819647572585-3701515576429284212?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/3701515576429284212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-seu-time-fosse-uma-banda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3701515576429284212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3701515576429284212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-seu-time-fosse-uma-banda.html' title='Se seu time fosse uma banda?'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/S03v04IvdDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GEoKxYYuZBc/s72-c/gremio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-1366735558583575856</id><published>2009-11-23T14:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:09:31.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu lixo pode dizer muito sobre você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwrdwmCvcOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/douQ9eMyvvw/s1600/lixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407378129527206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwrdwmCvcOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/douQ9eMyvvw/s320/lixo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Lixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Encontram-se na área de serviço. Cada um com seu pacote de lixo. É a primeira vez que se falam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Bom dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A senhora é do 610.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- E o senhor do 612&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu ainda não lhe conhecia pessoalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Pois é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desculpe a minha indiscrição, mas tenho visto o seu lixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O meu quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O seu lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Reparei que nunca é muito. Sua família deve ser pequena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Na verdade sou só eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mmmm. Notei também que o senhor usa muito comida em lata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É que eu tenho que fazer minha própria comida. E como não sei cozinhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A senhora também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Me chame de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Você também perdoe a minha indiscrição, mas tenho visto alguns restos de comida em seu lixo. Champignons, coisas assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É que eu gosto muito de cozinhar. Fazer pratos diferentes. Mas, como moro sozinha, às vezes sobra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A senhora... Você não tem família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Tenho, mas não aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- No Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Como é que você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Vejo uns envelopes no seu lixo. Do Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É. Mamãe escreve todas as semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ela é professora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Isso é incrível! Como foi que você adivinhou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Pela letra no envelope. Achei que era letra de professora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O senhor não recebe muitas cartas. A julgar pelo seu lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Pois é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- No outro dia tinha um envelope de telegrama amassado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Más notícias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Meu pai. Morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sinto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ele já estava bem velhinho. Lá no Sul. Há tempos não nos víamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Foi por isso que você recomeçou a fumar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Como é que você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- De um dia para o outro começaram a aparecer carteiras de cigarro amassadas no seu lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É verdade. Mas consegui parar outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu, graças a Deus, nunca fumei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu sei. Mas tenho visto uns vidrinhos de comprimido no seu lixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Tranqüilizantes. Foi uma fase. Já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Você brigou com o namorado, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Isso você também descobriu no lixo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Primeiro o buquê de flores, com o cartãozinho, jogado fora. Depois, muito lenço de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É, chorei bastante, mas já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mas hoje ainda tem uns lencinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É que eu estou com um pouco de coriza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Vejo muita revista de palavras cruzadas no seu lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É. Sim. Bem. Eu fico muito em casa. Não saio muito. Sabe como é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Namorada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mas há uns dias tinha uma fotografia de mulher no seu lixo. Até bonitinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu estava limpando umas gavetas. Coisa antiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Você não rasgou a fotografia. Isso significa que, no fundo, você quer que ela volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Você já está analisando o meu lixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não posso negar que o seu lixo me interessou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Engraçado. Quando examinei o seu lixo, decidi que gostaria de conhecê-la. Acho que foi a poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não! Você viu meus poemas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Vi e gostei muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mas são muito ruins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Se você achasse eles ruins mesmo, teria rasgado. Eles só estavam dobrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Se eu soubesse que você ia ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Só não fiquei com eles porque, afinal, estaria roubando. Se bem que, não sei: o lixo da pessoa ainda é propriedade dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Acho que não. Lixo é domínio público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Você tem razão. Através do lixo, o particular se torna público. O que sobra da nossa vida privada se integra com a sobra dos outros. O lixo é comunitário. É a nossa parte mais social. Será isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Bom, aí você já está indo fundo demais no lixo. Acho que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ontem, no seu lixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Me enganei, ou eram cascas de camarão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Acertou. Comprei uns camarões graúdos e descasquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu adoro camarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Descasquei, mas ainda não comi. Quem sabe a gente pode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Jantar juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não quero dar trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Trabalho nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Vai sujar a sua cozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Nada. Num instante se limpa tudo e põe os restos fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- No seu lixo ou no meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-1366735558583575856?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/1366735558583575856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-lixo-encontram-se-na-area-de-servico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1366735558583575856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1366735558583575856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-lixo-encontram-se-na-area-de-servico.html' title='Seu lixo pode dizer muito sobre você...'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwrdwmCvcOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/douQ9eMyvvw/s72-c/lixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-4458914747781480348</id><published>2009-11-18T13:18:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:41:56.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série...Dizem que é do Luís Fernando Veríssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwQxzI57SYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DJ8j_HTwVAI/s1600/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405500207384971650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwQxzI57SYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DJ8j_HTwVAI/s320/relogio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exigências da vida moderna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que todos os dias você deve comer uma maçã por causa do ferro.&lt;br /&gt;E uma banana pelo potássio.&lt;br /&gt;E também uma laranja pela vitamina C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma xícara de chá verde sem açúcar para prevenir a diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se tomar ao menos dois litros de água.&lt;br /&gt;E depois uriná-los, o que consome o dobro do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se tomar um Yakult pelos lactobacilos (que ninguém sabe bem o que é, mas que aos bilhões, ajudam a digestão).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia uma Aspirina, previne infarto.&lt;br /&gt;Uma taça de vinho tinto também.&lt;br /&gt;Uma de vinho branco estabiliza o sistema nervoso.&lt;br /&gt;Um copo de cerveja, para... não lembro bem para o que, mas faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;O benefício adicional é que se você tomar tudo isso ao mesmo tempo e tiver um derrame, nem vai perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se comer fibra. Muita, muitíssima fibra.&lt;br /&gt;Fibra suficiente para fazer um pulôver.&lt;br /&gt;Você deve fazer entre quatro e seis refeições leves diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;E nunca se esqueça de mastigar pelo menos cem vezes cada garfada. Só para comer, serão cerca de cinco horas do dia.... UFA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não esqueça de escovar os dentes depois de comer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, você tem que escovar os dentes depois da maçã, da banana, da laranja, das seis refeições e enquanto tiver dentes, passar fio dental, massagear a gengiva, escovar a língua e bochechar com Plax.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor, inclusive, ampliar o banheiro e aproveitar para colocar um equipamento de som, porque entre a água, a fibra e os dentes, você vai passar ali várias horas por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que se dormir oito horas por noite e trabalhar outras oito por dia, mais as cinco comendo são vinte e uma.&lt;br /&gt;Sobram três, desde que você não pegue trânsito. TÁ DIFICIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estatísticas comprovam que assistimos três horas de TV por dia.&lt;br /&gt;Menos você, porque todos os dias você vai caminhar ao menos meia hora (por experiência própria, após quinze minutos dê meia volta e comece a voltar, ou a meia hora vira uma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você deve cuidar das amizades, porque são como uma planta: devem ser regadas diariamente, o que me faz pensar em quem vai cuidar das minhas amizades quando eu estiver viajando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se estar bem informado também, lendo dois ou três jornais por dia para comparar as informações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E o sexo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias, um dia sim, o outro também, tomando o cuidado de não se cair na rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que ser criativo, inovador para renovar a sedução.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer EU TE AMO, toda hora, ''ainda pego quem inventou essa neura...que saco!!!''&lt;br /&gt;Isso leva tempo e nem estou falando de sexo tântrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também precisa sobrar tempo para varrer, passar, lavar roupa, pratos e espero que você não tenha um bichinho de estimação.&lt;br /&gt;Se tiver tem que brincar comele, pelo menos meia hora todo dia, para ele não ficar deprimido....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha conta são 29 horas por dia...&lt;br /&gt;A única solução que me ocorre é fazer várias dessas coisas ao mesmo tempo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho frio com a boca aberta, assim você toma água e escova os dentes ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Chame os amigos e seus pais, seu amor, o sogro, a sogra, os cunhados...&lt;br /&gt;Beba o vinho, coma a maçã e dê a banana na boca da sua mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça do EU TE AMO, (Vou achar logo quem inventou isso, me aguarde).&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que somos crescidinhos, senão ainda teria um Danoninho e se sobrarem 5 minutos, uma colherada de leite de magnésio.&lt;br /&gt;Agora você tá ferrado mesmo é se tiver criança pequena, aí lascou de vez, porque o tempo que ia sobrar para você...meu já era.&lt;br /&gt;Criança ocupa um tempo danado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho que ir.&lt;br /&gt;É o meio do dia, e depois da cerveja, do vinho e da maçã, tenho que ir ao banheiro e correndo.&lt;br /&gt;E já que vou, levo um jornal...&lt;br /&gt;Tchau....&lt;br /&gt;Se sobrar um tempinho, me manda um e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-4458914747781480348?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/4458914747781480348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-seriedizem-que-e-do-luis-fernando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/4458914747781480348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/4458914747781480348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-seriedizem-que-e-do-luis-fernando.html' title='Da série...Dizem que é do Luís Fernando Veríssimo'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SwQxzI57SYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DJ8j_HTwVAI/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-990360826525912907</id><published>2009-08-24T22:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:53:17.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRIGINDO VELHOS DITADOS</title><content type='html'>01- "É dando que se ... engravida".&lt;br /&gt;02- "Quem ri por último... é retardado".&lt;br /&gt;03- "Alegria de pobre... é impossível".&lt;br /&gt;04- "Quem tem boca... fala. Quem tem grana é que vai a Roma!"&lt;br /&gt;05- "Gato escaldado... morre, porra!"&lt;br /&gt;06- "Quem espera... fica de saco cheio."&lt;br /&gt;07- "Quando um não quer... o outro insiste."&lt;br /&gt;08- "Os últimos serão ... os desclassificados."&lt;br /&gt;09- "Há males que vêm para ... fuder com tudo mesmo!"&lt;br /&gt;10- "Se Maomé não vai à montanha... é porque ele se mandou pra praia."&lt;br /&gt;11- "A esperança... e a sogra são as últimas que morrem."&lt;br /&gt;12- "Quem dá aos pobres... cria o filho sozinha."&lt;br /&gt;13- "Devagar.... nunca se chega."&lt;br /&gt;14- "Antes tarde do que ... mais tarde."&lt;br /&gt;15- "Em terra de cego quem tem um olho é ... caolho."&lt;br /&gt;16- "Quem cedo madruga... fica com sono o dia inteiro."&lt;br /&gt;17- "Pau que nasce torto... urina no chão ou pro lado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: um desses e-mails que a gente recebe por ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-990360826525912907?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/990360826525912907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/corrigindo-velhos-ditados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/990360826525912907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/990360826525912907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/corrigindo-velhos-ditados.html' title='CORRIGINDO VELHOS DITADOS'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-2955798445680191803</id><published>2009-08-21T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:13:42.532-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripe suina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os tres porquinhos'/><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/So7xowfC3JI/AAAAAAAAAeE/V497_6oOcsk/s1600-h/O+mundo+da+voltas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372497088011754642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/So7xowfC3JI/AAAAAAAAAeE/V497_6oOcsk/s320/O+mundo+da+voltas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-2955798445680191803?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/2955798445680191803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mundo-da-voltas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2955798445680191803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2955798445680191803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mundo-da-voltas.html' title='O mundo dá voltas...'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/So7xowfC3JI/AAAAAAAAAeE/V497_6oOcsk/s72-c/O+mundo+da+voltas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-5412267133782672205</id><published>2009-08-14T00:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:14:40.001-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garoto propaganda da oi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silvio santos'/><title type='text'>O novo garoto propaganda da Oi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoTc6N6GPsI/AAAAAAAAAds/NlrBf4EI2vQ/s1600-h/silvio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369659548456337090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoTc6N6GPsI/AAAAAAAAAds/NlrBf4EI2vQ/s320/silvio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quanta bobagem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-5412267133782672205?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/5412267133782672205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-bobagem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5412267133782672205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5412267133782672205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-bobagem.html' title='O novo garoto propaganda da Oi...'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoTc6N6GPsI/AAAAAAAAAds/NlrBf4EI2vQ/s72-c/silvio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-5575198718862326378</id><published>2009-08-10T18:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:15:11.132-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No limite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julha'/><title type='text'>No Limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoCWvDuDXaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S7yYp2EETsM/s1600-h/JULHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368456491022114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoCWvDuDXaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S7yYp2EETsM/s320/JULHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tá certo. Feminino de Julho, Julha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou será que Julha vem depois de Junha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-5575198718862326378?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/5575198718862326378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-limite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5575198718862326378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5575198718862326378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-limite.html' title='No Limite'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SoCWvDuDXaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S7yYp2EETsM/s72-c/JULHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-7923403678527939721</id><published>2009-06-20T19:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:29:39.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer semelhança é mera coincidência!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/Sj1imBdSydI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lB-PHNUxUlc/s1600-h/Maisa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540337751869906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/Sj1imBdSydI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lB-PHNUxUlc/s320/Maisa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-7923403678527939721?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/7923403678527939721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/06/qualquer-semelhanca-e-mera-coincidencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7923403678527939721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7923403678527939721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/06/qualquer-semelhanca-e-mera-coincidencia.html' title='Qualquer semelhança é mera coincidência!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/Sj1imBdSydI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lB-PHNUxUlc/s72-c/Maisa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-1727140566437832122</id><published>2009-06-17T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:26:20.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu e uma amiga de carro no trânsito da Lapa, na noite de um sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando de repente surge um comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oooolha amiga, a música que tá tocando!&lt;br /&gt;- Odeio essa música!&lt;br /&gt;- Pq? "Te empurrei, te empurrei, te empurrei..."&lt;br /&gt;- Antes fosse te empurrei, né amiga?! É "TI-PORREI"&lt;br /&gt;- Aaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coitada, ela é do tempo do funk antigo, não sabe das malícias da nossa mpb atual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-1727140566437832122?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/1727140566437832122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/06/dialogos-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1727140566437832122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1727140566437832122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/06/dialogos-parte-1.html' title='Diálogos - Parte 1'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-2374479111374649061</id><published>2009-02-26T13:23:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:38:43.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapolin Voador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SawORNNXn5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qUxTrCTKA7A/s1600-h/chapolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308633749529272210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SawORNNXn5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qUxTrCTKA7A/s320/chapolin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É, Carnaval acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o que sobrou desses dias de folia foram muitas histórias e hematomas pra contar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É, hematomas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas calma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terça-feira. Av. Rio Branco. Nove pessoas felizes e contentes indo para o bloco Cacique de Ramos (não, não é em Ramos, é no Centro mesmo). Muita Antártica, Brahma e Skol. Papo furado. Cantoria de marchinhas de carnaval. E uma pessoa feliz. Sim, essa sou eu. Fantasiada de Chapolin. É, pois é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até ai tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis que surge meu amigo Beto (vamos apelida-lo assim) que começa a jogar futebol com a latinha amassada no chão. E eu, uma pessoa feliz, comecei a brincar com ele como se tivéssemos 7 anos de idade. Só que Beto, uma pessoa muito delicada, começou a levar aquela brincadeira um pouco a sério, ainda mais depois de ter levado um drible do Chapolin aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só sei que em frações de segundo senti um tranco no meu pé e comecei a levantar voo. Não, o Chapolin não criou azas, nem ganhou novo poder. Talvez tivesse encorporando o próprio personagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto traçava aquela trajetória, estilo Rogério Ceni, só ouvi o coro de "aaai" e "huuum"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Movimentos friamente calculados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que nada...foi ali no meio da av. Rio Branco com a rua Nilo Peçanha que adquiri alguns hematomas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tudo bem....carnaval! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piada do dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que é um pontinho vermelho voando na Rio Branco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-2374479111374649061?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/2374479111374649061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapolin-voador.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2374479111374649061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2374479111374649061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapolin-voador.html' title='Chapolin Voador'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SawORNNXn5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qUxTrCTKA7A/s72-c/chapolin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-8449870033444663408</id><published>2009-02-11T15:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:39:16.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você comeria num lugar desses?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SZMPgSJsCXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iBbd5j9pVrU/s1600-h/2584595972_8c8be48cee_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301598233647909234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SZMPgSJsCXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iBbd5j9pVrU/s320/2584595972_8c8be48cee_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O bom é que a comida segue um caminho só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(ok...comentário inútil!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: http://diegocbba.b logspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-8449870033444663408?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/8449870033444663408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/02/voce-comeria-num-lugar-desses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/8449870033444663408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/8449870033444663408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/02/voce-comeria-num-lugar-desses.html' title='Você comeria num lugar desses?'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SZMPgSJsCXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iBbd5j9pVrU/s72-c/2584595972_8c8be48cee_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-7518796044970338052</id><published>2009-01-26T20:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:02:24.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa é boa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ESPAÇO E FILOSOFIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Um professor de filosofia parou na frente da classe e, sem dizer uma palavra, pegou um vidro de maionese vazio e o encheu com algumas pedrasde uns 2 cm de diâmetro cada. Olhou para os alunos e perguntou se o vidro estava cheio. Todos disseram que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele então, pegou uma caixa com pedregulhos bem pequenos, jogou-os dentro do  vidro agitando-o levemente, os pedregulhos rolaram para os espaçosentre as  pedras. Tornou a perguntar se o vidro estava cheio. Os alunos concordaram:agora sim, estava cheio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dessa vez, pegou uma caixa com areia e despejou dentro do vidro preenchendo o restante. Olhando calmamente para seus alunos,  o professor disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Quero que entendam que isto simboliza a vida de cada um de vocês. As pedras, são as coisas importantes: sua família, seus amigos, suasaúde, seus filhos, coisas que preenchem a vida. Os pedregulhos são as outras coisas que importam como: o emprego, a casa, um carro... A areia representa o resto: as coisas pequenas. Experimentem colocar a areia primeiro no vidro e verão que não caberão as pedras e os pedregulhos... O mesmo vale para suas vidas.Priorizem cuidar das pedras é o que realmente importa. Estabeleçam suas prioridades. O resto é só areia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após ouvirem a mensagem tão profunda, um aluno perguntou ao professor se poderia pegar o vidro que todos acreditavam estar cheio e fez novamentea pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Vocês concordam que o vidro esta realmente cheio? Onde responderam, inclusive o professor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sim está!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, ele derramou uma lata de CERVEJA dentro do vidro. A areia ficou ensopada, pois a cerveja foi preenchendo todos os espaços restantes efazendo com que ele, desta vez, ficasse realmente cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos ficaram surpresos e pensativos com a atitude do aluno, incluindo o professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então ele explicou:&lt;br /&gt; NÃO IMPORTA O QUANTO SUA VIDA ESTEJA CHEIA DE COISAS E PROBLEMAS, SEMPRE SOBRA ESPAÇO PARA UMA CERVEJINHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-7518796044970338052?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/7518796044970338052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/essa-boa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7518796044970338052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7518796044970338052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/essa-boa.html' title='Essa é boa!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-3004867892403101375</id><published>2009-01-23T14:12:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:04:55.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine Cachaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXntBKtdURI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-nFRRLMILEE/s1600-h/filipeta_janeiro_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294523441261400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXntBKtdURI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-nFRRLMILEE/s320/filipeta_janeiro_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cachacacinemaclube.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.cachacacinemaclube.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para quem é cinéfilo e curte produções brasileiras, ai vai a dica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Cine Cachaça nada mais é que uma mostra de curtas-metragens brasileiras seguido de degustação de cachaça e uma festa com djs (às vezes também com músicos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O evento ocorre uma vez no mês, sem data definida, mas numa quarta-feira, no Odeon, Cinelândia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ingresso é R$10,00 (inteira)/ R$5,00 (meia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Próximo: 28/01/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-3004867892403101375?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/3004867892403101375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/cine-cachaa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3004867892403101375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3004867892403101375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/cine-cachaa.html' title='Cine Cachaça'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXntBKtdURI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-nFRRLMILEE/s72-c/filipeta_janeiro_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-1665823904082301558</id><published>2009-01-22T13:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:07:21.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP da vez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXiPCAqgwfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/i1qWLmDVqeg/s1600-h/Mich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294138626674835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXiPCAqgwfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/i1qWLmDVqeg/s320/Mich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXiKuVkGSnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sVcnDf7UTG4/s1600-h/Michelle+Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gisele Bundchen que nada, a moda agora é Michelle Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parace que os modelitos da primeira dama dos Estados Unidos conquistaram os críticos da moda e estão fazendo sucesso entre as americanas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A partir de março, o vestido usado por Michelle na cerimônia de posse estará disponível nas lojas Barney´s. O único detalhe é que "em tempos de crise" a peça vai custar cerca de US$ 1.500, o que equivale a R$3.700.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É...&lt;br /&gt;"Micheeeelle, ma bell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto:EFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-1665823904082301558?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/1665823904082301558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-da-vez.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1665823904082301558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/1665823904082301558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-da-vez.html' title='TOP da vez!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXiPCAqgwfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/i1qWLmDVqeg/s72-c/Mich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-379881081838288646</id><published>2009-01-21T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:33:00.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É cada uma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXfMsTd5vwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZX2_MC3_ih4/s1600-h/Amy+Winehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293924948509310722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXfMsTd5vwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZX2_MC3_ih4/s320/Amy+Winehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esses caras do Globo Online são mesmo sacanas...&lt;br /&gt;"Cantora vira heroína"?&lt;br /&gt;Sem comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXfKmCSijII/AAAAAAAAAD8/NfNiMhwuVLc/s1600-h/Amy+Winehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3860613819647572585-379881081838288646?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/379881081838288646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/cada-uma.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/379881081838288646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/379881081838288646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/cada-uma.html' title='É cada uma...'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXfMsTd5vwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZX2_MC3_ih4/s72-c/Amy+Winehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-4980408486797677644</id><published>2009-01-20T16:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:49:57.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Papo de Bêbado - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um brinde a Zé Maria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXYa8BKUEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/pb63pFw1kUM/s1600-h/954289300_1769bf319e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293448030426763874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXYa8BKUEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/pb63pFw1kUM/s320/954289300_1769bf319e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Véspera de feriado. Foi numa mesa de bar que fui apresentada a um tal de Zé Maria. Nunca tinha visto mais gordo. Mas bem que me avisaram: Cuidado com ele!&lt;br /&gt;Zé Maria é intragável, seco e todo errado.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de tequila, vodka, pinga...quanto maior o teor alcoólico, mais forte ele fica.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo um amigo "todo boêmio sabe quem é", mas avisa logo: "ele é do tipo que não é bem vindo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, você sabe quem ele é?&lt;br /&gt;- Já que poucos me conhecem, eu me apresento. Sabe aquele primeiro gole que desce errado? Muito prazer, Zé Maria. Para os íntimos, Zé.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: lucasstudio&lt;/span&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/3860613819647572585-4980408486797677644?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/4980408486797677644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/histrias-de-bbado-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/4980408486797677644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/4980408486797677644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/histrias-de-bbado-parte-1.html' title='Papo de Bêbado - Parte 1'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXYa8BKUEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/pb63pFw1kUM/s72-c/954289300_1769bf319e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-3530908126342186303</id><published>2009-01-16T12:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:46:39.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXCnTsKZWEI/AAAAAAAAADM/SQYuM0rGYV4/s1600-h/namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291913518874449986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXCnTsKZWEI/AAAAAAAAADM/SQYuM0rGYV4/s320/namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele era um cara da night, amigos e bebida. Ela, de cinema, shopping, teatro e programas com o namorado. Pessoas diferente, vidas diferentes. Ou não tão diferentes assim até o momento em que se conheceram. Onde? Em uma boate. Foi um único dia, um único momento. Não, ela não trairia o namorado, afinal, ele era um cara legal. Mas a troca de olhares foi inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;E a partir dali a vida dos dois começaria a mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Internet. Existe ferramenta mais eficaz para aproximar as pessoas do que a internet?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é. Foi assim, e não mais através dos olhares, que ele e ela começariam a se conhecer melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Foram horas e dias de conversas inesgotáveis. Os segundos, os minutos, as horas se passavam mas nem parecia.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos ele e ela foram percebendo que a música que ele gostava era a mesma que ela gostava; que o mesmo lugar que ela gostava de ir quando estava de bobeira, também era o mesmo dele; quantas coincidências.&lt;br /&gt;E os momentos que passavam longe do computador? Será que ele estava pensando nela? E ela, será que estava pensando nele? A resposta vinha imediatamente ao abrir o programa de bate-papo, quando viam o nome um do outro "online".&lt;br /&gt;Agora, para ele, o cara da night, amigos e bebida, não tem mais graça viver assim. Parece que ele encontrou algum sentido em sua vida. Mas que sentindo é esse que se resume em trocas de palavras de amor e carinho pela rede? Loucura dele?&lt;br /&gt;E ela, que agora se encontra entre o virtual e o real? Será que deixaria seu porto seguro, aliança e família para transformar este conto em realidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ligação será essa dos dois? Algo transcendente a rede cibernética? Ou apenas uma fantasia da cabeça de ambos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta, só eles sabem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-3530908126342186303?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/3530908126342186303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/ele-e-ela.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3530908126342186303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3530908126342186303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/ele-e-ela.html' title='Ele e ela'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXCnTsKZWEI/AAAAAAAAADM/SQYuM0rGYV4/s72-c/namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-3565604253624888885</id><published>2009-01-15T13:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:46:23.727-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Hermanos'/><title type='text'>Los Hermanos na abertura do Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9YpiLvWbI/AAAAAAAAADE/fk-k8XNzDkA/s1600-h/Los+Hermanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291545557757548978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9YpiLvWbI/AAAAAAAAADE/fk-k8XNzDkA/s320/Los+Hermanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No início, eram só rumores. Mas na última terça (13/01), o Portal MTV noticiou que o grupo Los Hermanos interrompe seu "recesso por tempo indeterminado" - anunciado em 24 de abril de 2007 - para fazer shows no Just a Fest, o festival que acontece no Rio de Janeiro, em 20/03, e em São Paulo, em 22/03, com apresentações dos grupos Radiohead e Kraftwerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 20/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praça da Apoteose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ingressos a R$ 200,00 (R$ 100,00 a meia-entrada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vendas pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingresso.com.br/br/home/default.asp" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.ingresso.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ou na bilheteria oficial do Maracanãzinho - Rua Professor Eurico Rabelo, s/nº.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 22 de março&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chácara do Jockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ingressos a R$ 200,00 (R$ 100,00 a meia-entrada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vendas pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingresso.com.br/br/home/default.asp" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.ingresso.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ou na bilheteria oficial do Estádio do Pacaembu - Rua Professor Passalaqua, s/nº. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comentário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praça da Apoteose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podia ser num lugar melhorzinho, né?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: BR Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-3565604253624888885?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/3565604253624888885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/los-hermanos-na-abertura-do-radiohead.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3565604253624888885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/3565604253624888885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/los-hermanos-na-abertura-do-radiohead.html' title='Los Hermanos na abertura do Radiohead'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9YpiLvWbI/AAAAAAAAADE/fk-k8XNzDkA/s72-c/Los+Hermanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-7986148321098703583</id><published>2009-01-15T13:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:02:27.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurso Público - Inscrições Abertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdU962A-VI/AAAAAAAAADk/dsmJldzGoq0/s1600-h/concursopublico2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293793309741873490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdU962A-VI/AAAAAAAAADk/dsmJldzGoq0/s320/concursopublico2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A quem possa interessar, estão abertas inscrições para concursos que oferecem 11,6 mil vagas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Concursos_Empregos/0,,MUL951323-9654,00-CONCURSOS+COM+INSCRICOES+ABERTAS+NESTA+SEGUNDA+OFERECEM+MIL+VAGAS.html"&gt;http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Concursos_Empregos/0,,MUL951323-9654,00-CONCURSOS+COM+INSCRICOES+ABERTAS+NESTA+SEGUNDA+OFERECEM+MIL+VAGAS.html&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/3860613819647572585-7986148321098703583?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/7986148321098703583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/concurso-pblico-inscries-abertas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7986148321098703583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/7986148321098703583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/concurso-pblico-inscries-abertas.html' title='Concurso Público - Inscrições Abertas'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdU962A-VI/AAAAAAAAADk/dsmJldzGoq0/s72-c/concursopublico2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-5747586422906890281</id><published>2009-01-15T12:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:17:10.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Verão 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9FXzVgvoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b2zjTL4FGhA/s1600-h/Ver%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291524362403364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9FXzVgvoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b2zjTL4FGhA/s320/Ver%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abdominal, esteira, bicicleta, cadeira abdutora, adutora, peso, aparelho de bíceps, tríceps...e conta 1,2,3,4,15. Ufa! Mais uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;Ai, credo, cansei...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem começou o Projeto Verão 2010 (porque 2009 não tem academia que dê jeito!).&lt;br /&gt;Pernão, bundão, tanquinho, tudo durinho. Biquíni, me aguarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus tchauzinho balanguento, culote, flacidez.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus celulites (tudo bem, algumas ficam), pochete, pneus.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus refrigerante, Mc donald´s e cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí, animação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando? Hum...não sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Catherine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-5747586422906890281?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/5747586422906890281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/projeto-vero-2010.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5747586422906890281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/5747586422906890281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/projeto-vero-2010.html' title='Projeto Verão 2010'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SW9FXzVgvoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b2zjTL4FGhA/s72-c/Ver%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860613819647572585.post-2894036622609959568</id><published>2009-01-13T17:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:55:15.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Vindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdhdQIW64I/AAAAAAAAADs/TVQ8N4qWrkE/s1600-h/welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293807042171431810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdhdQIW64I/AAAAAAAAADs/TVQ8N4qWrkE/s320/welcome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você já ouviu falar naquela expressão "o que der na telha"?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, esta é a alma deste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique a vontade e fale o que der na telha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860613819647572585-2894036622609959568?l=blogaoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/feeds/2894036622609959568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/boas-vindas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2894036622609959568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860613819647572585/posts/default/2894036622609959568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogaoka.blogspot.com/2009/01/boas-vindas.html' title='Boas Vindas!'/><author><name>Fernanda Nagaoka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07667620323067510271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SpNEv2hs8RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xIYc1W023TQ/S220/Fe5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7_3f8I11u0/SXdhdQIW64I/AAAAAAAAADs/TVQ8N4qWrkE/s72-c/welcome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
