<?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-8662162441912966788</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:47:21.173-08:00</updated><category term='sonhos'/><category term='taekwondo'/><category term='notícias'/><category term='férias'/><category term='música'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='verso'/><category term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Unha e Cutícula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7214042841019285594</id><published>2009-08-04T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:56:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já à espera do Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Snh_SfWU4RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aUmsJnvUE0Y/s1600-h/42-17108942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Snh_SfWU4RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aUmsJnvUE0Y/s320/42-17108942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366178911641461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya93JWrdxFc" target="_blank"&gt;No Such  Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya93JWrdxFc" target="_blank"&gt;John  Mayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;"welcome to the real world"&lt;br /&gt;she said to me kind a suddenly&lt;br /&gt;"take a  seat, take your life&lt;br /&gt;plot it out in black and white"&lt;br /&gt;well I never lived  the dreams of the prom kings&lt;br /&gt;and the drama queens&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think the  best of me&lt;br /&gt;is still hiding up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they love to tell you "stay  inside the lines"&lt;br /&gt;but something's better on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to  run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream at the top of my  lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;just a lie  you've got to rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the good boys and girls take the so-called  right track&lt;br /&gt;faded white hats grabbing credits, maybe transfers&lt;br /&gt;they read  all the books but they can't find the answers&lt;br /&gt;all of our parents, they're  getting older&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they've wished for anything better&lt;br /&gt;while in  their memories, tiny tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;as  long as I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't  wait for my ten year reunion&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bust down the double doors&lt;br /&gt;and when  I stand on these tables before you&lt;br /&gt;you will know what all this time was for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya93JWrdxFc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(clique aqui para ver o clipe no youtube.com )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nessas férias passamos bons momentos com os amigos, falar sobre importancia da amizade é meio méla-cueca, mas depois das minhas mudanças por algumas cidades, vi que o mais importante são as amizades, elas que fazem o lugar. Eu amo Juiz de Fora por causa deles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fim do momento mela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falando sobre a música que postei, escutei muito quando tava num monento down, e agora não paro mais de escutar, além da letra falar tudo que eu quero falar, a melodia e a voz do John são lindas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijos e abraços,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7214042841019285594?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7214042841019285594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7214042841019285594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7214042841019285594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7214042841019285594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-such-thing-john-mayer-welcome-to.html' title='Já à espera do Natal!'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Snh_SfWU4RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aUmsJnvUE0Y/s72-c/42-17108942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7034900520945874186</id><published>2009-05-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:03:13.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notícias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Câmbio, Sarah falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa aqui tá fedendo mofo, eu e a Ana desistimos completamente do nosso mirabolante plano de ter um blog de coisas nossas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tentar postar pelo menos uma vez por semana, sei que ninguém vem cá ler, mas é bom falar o que eu quero na hora que eu quero. O &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/sarahaffonso"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;já tem me ajudado bastante nesse aspecto, quero falar pra algué que fui no oftomologista, tem o twitter pra eu falar e quem quiser que leia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei aqui pra pegar a letra da música do Old Man River e vi um comentário de um anônimo, fiquei na curiosidade e aproveitei pra vir aqui perguntar quem é. Ei anônimo quem é você?! hãã?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, bem postei no&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.fotolog.com/sarah_sapa"&gt;fotolog&lt;/a&gt;, depois de 11 meses, foi uma sensação boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra não ir embora sem falar alguma coisa que preste, mando aí uma banda razoavelmente nova, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.myspace.com/crombies"&gt;Crombie. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manga lá no alto da mangueira&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Sgit7tPXU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EwWHGsj_z1c/s1600-h/pb+mangueira+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Sgit7tPXU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EwWHGsj_z1c/s320/pb+mangueira+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334704999888278466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz doce menina, faz doce  menina&lt;br /&gt;A manga lá no alto da mangueira&lt;br /&gt;Eu não subiria em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra  chegar aonde eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tentei bambu&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra não machucar  mais&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que subir o pé a pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quiser me lambuzar&lt;br /&gt;No alto, de  onde eu vejo o mar&lt;br /&gt;Que doce é esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô manga aí no alto da  mangueira&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não madurar&lt;br /&gt;Espero o seu avermelhar&lt;br /&gt;Espero como quem  espera só&lt;br /&gt;Só como você está&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguém ousou chegar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;É isso...&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7034900520945874186?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7034900520945874186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7034900520945874186' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7034900520945874186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7034900520945874186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2009/05/cambio-sarah-falando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/Sgit7tPXU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EwWHGsj_z1c/s72-c/pb+mangueira+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-4194312454748994632</id><published>2008-11-30T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:40:05.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque adoro questionários</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nome&lt;/strong&gt;: Sarah Cardoso Affonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idade&lt;/strong&gt;: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local de Nascimento&lt;/strong&gt;: Juiz de Fora - MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso:&lt;/strong&gt; 58kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura&lt;/strong&gt;:1,80m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apelido de infância&lt;/strong&gt;: sarinha, sarita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é a sua melhor qualidade?&lt;/strong&gt; sou companheira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E qual seu maior defeito?&lt;/strong&gt; ser um tanto egoísta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é a característica mais importante em um homem?&lt;/strong&gt; Ser atencioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em uma mulher?&lt;/strong&gt; Ser paciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é a sua idéia de felicidade?&lt;/strong&gt; Ter meu amor ao meu lado, trabalhar em algo me dê satisfação e me sustente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que seria a maior das tragédias?&lt;/strong&gt; ficar pra titia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem você gostaria de ser se não fosse você mesma?&lt;/strong&gt; Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E onde gostaria de viver?&lt;/strong&gt; London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é sua cor favorita?&lt;/strong&gt; verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o seu desenho animado?&lt;/strong&gt; Fantástico mundo de Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quais são os seus escritores preferidos?&lt;/strong&gt; Fernando Pessoa, Stephanie Meyer, Pablo Neruda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E seus cantores e/ou grupos musicais?  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jorge Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Jamie Cullum, Switchfoot, Los Hermanos, Old Man River...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que te faz feliz instantaneamente?&lt;/strong&gt; Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quais dons você gostaria de possuir?&lt;/strong&gt; Tele transporte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem medo da morte?&lt;/strong&gt; Não. Morrer é lucro, viver é Cristo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é seu personagem de ficção favorito?&lt;/strong&gt; Edward - Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual defeito é mais fácil de perdoar?&lt;/strong&gt; Defeito físico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é o lema de sua vida?&lt;/strong&gt; Tudo Flui, nada permanece, tudo é rio. - Heráclito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual sua maior extravagância?&lt;/strong&gt; Ficar no computador invés de estudar pra recuperação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual sua viagem preferida?&lt;/strong&gt; João Dourado - BA e Macacos(mpc) - MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pudesse salvar apenas um objeto de um incêndio, qual seria?&lt;/strong&gt; minha pasta de lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é o maior amor de sua vida?&lt;/strong&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde e quando foi mais feliz?&lt;/strong&gt; Tive vários ápices de felicidade. Prefiro deixa-los em minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é sua ocupação favorita?&lt;/strong&gt; Cozinhar, ver seriados, sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensa em ter filhos?&lt;/strong&gt; Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantos?&lt;/strong&gt; um bando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um animal de estimação:&lt;/strong&gt; A Koda, cachorra Chow-chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma atividade física:&lt;/strong&gt; Nadar no mar, andar no mato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um esporte:&lt;/strong&gt; Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um prato que sabe fazer:&lt;/strong&gt; Vários, mas gosto de fazer bolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma comida que adora:&lt;/strong&gt; Massa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma invenção tecnológica sem a qual não vive:&lt;/strong&gt; Televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gasta mais dinheiro com:&lt;/strong&gt; Comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma inabilidade:&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei tocar violão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que não faria em nome da vaidade?&lt;/strong&gt; Botox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma mania:&lt;/strong&gt; Escutar música enquanto estou lendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma saudade: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai que saudade da aurora&lt;/em&gt; da minha vida, da minha infância querida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Será que dessa a vez a Ana se rende e posta esse questionário respondido??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-4194312454748994632?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/4194312454748994632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=4194312454748994632' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4194312454748994632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4194312454748994632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-adoro-questionrios.html' title='Porque adoro questionários'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7366857755049289306</id><published>2008-11-22T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:12:20.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><title type='text'>Wedding song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMVfRW8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hGXlsFoXs3w/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMVfRW8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hGXlsFoXs3w/s320/love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513053787151298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMFS1ruI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/agSBieMO-H0/s1600-h/wd101250_spr05_bouquet_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMFS1ruI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/agSBieMO-H0/s320/wd101250_spr05_bouquet_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513049440038626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMFahKLI/AAAAAAAAAII/l32IG9ImPTk/s1600-h/Happy+Young+Couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMFahKLI/AAAAAAAAAII/l32IG9ImPTk/s320/Happy+Young+Couple2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513049472247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMHx57eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/slNnEjCJo2M/s1600-h/beijo+dos+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMHx57eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/slNnEjCJo2M/s320/beijo+dos+sonhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513050107211234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, precisamos postar mais, então vou criar um série de posts, sobre meus sonhos, tô numa crise aguda de sonhos/realidade, uma crise meio platônica, mundo das idéias e o mundo real. Como eu queria só existir no mundo das idéias, as vezes prefiro ficar só sonhando e não existir, me apagar do mundo por uns instantes e ficar no meu mundo das idéias, no meu mundo perfeito, mas é impossível ficar mais que alguns segundo nele, sempre tem interferências do mundo real que não me permitem sonhar, mas eu ainda acredito, eu prefiro acreditar, que eu posso realizar alguns de meus mais almejados sonhos, sei que Deus tá comigo, e ele vai me ajudar, sei disso, prefiro acreditar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldmanrivermusic.com/"&gt;Wedding Song&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/oldmanriver"&gt;Old Man River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With our love I sure believe that I could reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Even when I lose my way your love can turn me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down when you're down&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel warm babe&lt;br /&gt;I feel at home babe&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe when you're around&lt;br /&gt;The whole world melts away&lt;br /&gt;Night just turns to day&lt;br /&gt;When I'm laying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you now , I wanna love you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strong babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing songs babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone when you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our love I sure believe that dreams can fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heartbeats with mine it makes me feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;You'll pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel warm babe&lt;br /&gt;I feel at home babe&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe when you're around&lt;br /&gt;The whole world melts away&lt;br /&gt;Night just turns to day&lt;br /&gt;When I'm laying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRaI8wwSFFU"&gt;(clique aqui e escute a música no youtube)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho 1: Sonho em alguém cantando essa música pra mim, ou em encontrar alguém que eu possa cantar ela, um amor de verdade, sei que tô nova ainda para amores de cinema/livro/novela/seriado, mas eu espero, confiante que um dia ele aparecerá para mim, alguém que me dê segurança pra falar que quando estou com ele me sinto mais forte, me sinto segura, alguém que me faça cantar canções de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, espero que ainda nessa semana ainda posto mais um sonho, vou incentivar a Ana a postar os dela também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7366857755049289306?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7366857755049289306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7366857755049289306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7366857755049289306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7366857755049289306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-song.html' title='Wedding song'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SSgtMVfRW8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hGXlsFoXs3w/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-641850966396811317</id><published>2008-11-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:57:58.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOC, TOC, TOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém em casa?!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém por aqui?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem é duas primas preguiçosas, que pra não sair do orkut não posta nada no blog tão planejado e almejado por elas!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-641850966396811317?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/641850966396811317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=641850966396811317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/641850966396811317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/641850966396811317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/11/toc-toc-toc-tem-algum-em-casa-algum-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-2349342142057189397</id><published>2008-09-28T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:22:08.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é você?!</title><content type='html'>Wow, com a ajuda do nosso amigo &lt;a href="http://www.gordonerd.com/"&gt;gordo nerd&lt;/a&gt; achei um site massa, muito massa!&lt;br /&gt;ele conta tudo sobre a sua data de nascimento, tudo mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui feita dia 5 de agosto, numa segunda-feira!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besitos&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-2349342142057189397?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/2349342142057189397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=2349342142057189397' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2349342142057189397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2349342142057189397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/09/quem-voc.html' title='Quem é você?!'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1411493881663906296</id><published>2008-09-25T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:25:42.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notícias'/><title type='text'>Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SNworL6Y4cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4wLfaF3Q3wY/s1600-h/camelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SNworL6Y4cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4wLfaF3Q3wY/s400/camelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250115988004331970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento totalmente sem tempo de Sarah e Ana.&lt;br /&gt;Ela com a faculdade a mil por hora e eu escola e taekwondo, ela com dieta especial pro estômago e eu com diarréia comendo biscoito polvilho, agua e sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos horários nunca batem, quando ela chega no msn já tô roncando na cama, e quando eu estou no msn ela ainda deve estar em aula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas caminham bem, pelo menos para mim, passo-a-passo ou chute-a-chute, perco a cabeça, fico um tanto nervosa, choro, volto ao normal e sigo em frente, uma rotina semanal, cansativa, as vezes, mas gratificante, vencendo uma luta contra mim mesmo(esquisito, prefiro o simples inglês myself) .&lt;br /&gt;Outubro vai ser um mês especial pra minha simple life, Marcelo Camelo, Brasil Open, ansiedade com nervosismo,  medo desse campeonato em Londrina-PR, mas uma vontade imensuravel de ir.&lt;br /&gt;Ana, tem noticias suas?!&lt;br /&gt;Fico por aqui, morrendo de sono.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Affonso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1411493881663906296?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lepetitprince.com/fr/' title='Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1411493881663906296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1411493881663906296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7959711341007915009</id><published>2008-09-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:52:28.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taekwondo'/><title type='text'>Passatempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SLx_5oVIZAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/noR7V1bGxCU/s1600-h/campeonato-tkd+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SLx_5oVIZAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/noR7V1bGxCU/s400/campeonato-tkd+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241204694407734274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou as olimpíadas e a gente nem pra comentar nada de nada...aiai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrendo de cansaço, começo essa segunda com uma nova rotina de treinos, mais pesados, tudo pra me condicionar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do meu primeiro campeonato de taekwondo, saí com um &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/sandy-junior/quando-voce-passa-turu-turu.html"&gt;misto de prazer e agonia,&lt;/a&gt; ao mesmo tempo que eu não quero nunca mais na minha vida lutar, eu quero muito que chegue o próximo campeonato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7959711341007915009?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7959711341007915009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7959711341007915009' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7959711341007915009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7959711341007915009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/09/passatempo.html' title='Passatempo'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SLx_5oVIZAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/noR7V1bGxCU/s72-c/campeonato-tkd+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-4901333090015823675</id><published>2008-08-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:00:20.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"De um povo heróico o brado retumbante"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNVkuZuxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHRIM0AMMkw/s1600-h/cielo+swimn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNVkuZuxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHRIM0AMMkw/s400/cielo+swimn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235097387384027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não aguentei e dormi ontem 23:00h, não consegui ficar mais 30min pra ver nossa 1ª medalha de ouro na natação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNV6RPmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EsQZ7L-olFA/s1600-h/cielo+bate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNV6RPmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EsQZ7L-olFA/s400/cielo+bate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235097393167309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O brasileiro berrou. Afundou. Emergiu num grito. Sentou numa das         bóias que marcava a raia. Afundou de novo. Sentou na outra,         ergueu os dois braços e flexionou os bíceps qual incrível Hulk         ou Phelps. Submergiu mais uma vez. Voltou à superfície cuspindo         água... e começou a chorar. Seriam as primeiras lágrimas do dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNWFIb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EIKObd-UfR4/s1600-h/cielo+cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNWFIb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EIKObd-UfR4/s400/cielo+cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235097396083151250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabou de ler aqui no &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Pequim2008/Noticias/0,,MUL725877-16072,00-CESAR+CIELO+E+OURO+NOS+M+LIVRE+E+FAZ+HISTORIA+NA+PISCINA+DO+CUBO+DAGUA.html"&gt;globo.com&lt;/a&gt; como foi, detalhadamente, e como a maioria conhece, chorei, não dá pra não chorar, ver a carinha dele chorando de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-4901333090015823675?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Pequim2008/Noticias/0,,MUL725877-16072,00-CESAR+CIELO+E+OURO+NOS+M+LIVRE+E+FAZ+HISTORIA+NA+PISCINA+DO+CUBO+DAGUA.html' title='&quot;De um povo heróico o brado retumbante&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/4901333090015823675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=4901333090015823675' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4901333090015823675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4901333090015823675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-um-povo-herico-o-brado-retumbante.html' title='&quot;De um povo heróico o brado retumbante&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKbNVkuZuxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHRIM0AMMkw/s72-c/cielo+swimn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-3768786212125892875</id><published>2008-08-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:58:47.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Um de doze." Entenda esse título como a primeira de 12 semanas do tratamento pró cura do refluxo e adjacências. (Mini flashback: fui no gastroenterologista e ele me passou uma mega dieta, proibindo (quase) tudo que consideramos "bom, delícia, nham nham..."). Desde então, procuro criar mecanismos pra que isso tudo passe de uma maneira mais tranquila, mais agradável, mais divertida. Por que não? Então, bora postar no blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Motivação maior: já me sinto um tanto melhor...iuhul!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Galera! beba água!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E olha só como eu comecei bem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Logo no primeiro final de semana, 2 aniversários. Tédio? Nããoo!! Quer dizer, só um pouquinho... Pra quem me conhece, cá está uma fã de salgadinhos, docinhos e afins. (Pena que meu niver já passou, senão ia fazer uma festa integral! Queria só ver...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os dias foram passando, eu me adaptando, mas tem hora que bate aquele vazio: "Não quero mais nada integraaaal!!! Quero um biscoito recheado, um chocolate, um pão de sal.... Quero meu nescaaaau!!!! Chega a ser engraçado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma fase da adaptação, a mais dificil, foi acertar no lanche da tarde... Comecei parando no meio do lanche; "aff, não quero mais", mas até que acertei a mão do leite de soja de banana revezando com um suquinho (sem ser de frutas cítricas, por favor) e sucrilhos integral, pão integral, biscoito integral, torrada integral e frutas, muitas frutas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O menos pior de tudo, é que sempre tive uma pré-disposição a ser saudável, sempre gostei de tudo, sempre fui boa de garfo... Em qualidade e em quantidade também... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E só pra terminar, já que estou falando de uma semana... Faculdade. uiii! 6° periodo já começou punk... mais em termos emotivos do que racionais. Arte acaba comigo, mas to feliz! Também, quem sabe ela não acaba pra me renovar? han han... boa essa hein... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para tudo dá-se um jeito" (minha mãe). Então fé em Deus e pé na tábua!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Au revoir, je reviendrai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: bebam, muita mas muita agua mesmo, comam frutas legumes e verdeuras e façam uma forcinha e assistam as olimpíadas!!&lt;br /&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/8662162441912966788-3768786212125892875?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/3768786212125892875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=3768786212125892875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3768786212125892875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3768786212125892875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/08/112.html' title='1/12'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-8389615896045163774</id><published>2008-08-13T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:44:57.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dos nossos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN_W0tMO0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tExLNfIPRns/s1600-h/080813phelps_homefoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234167222016686914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN_W0tMO0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tExLNfIPRns/s400/080813phelps_homefoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aí Phelps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aí Sarah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-8389615896045163774?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/8389615896045163774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=8389615896045163774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8389615896045163774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8389615896045163774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-dos-nossos.html' title='Um dos nossos'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN_W0tMO0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tExLNfIPRns/s72-c/080813phelps_homefoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-4981882583053897887</id><published>2008-08-13T16:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:08:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Republica do Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN0GisTtkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MDMoTDxS9m0/s1600-h/0,,15285197-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN0GisTtkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MDMoTDxS9m0/s400/0,,15285197-EX,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234154847675332162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qual o tamanho do fenômeno? Quão impressionante é a performance         de Michael Phelps? Suas cinco medalhas de ouro em Pequim o         transformaram no maior atleta olímpico de todos os tempos.         Ninguém até hoje tinha ultrapassado a marca de nove medalhas de         ouro. Phelps tem 11 - e pode chegar a 14 ainda nestes Jogos.         Mais do que pode, deve.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para tentar mensurar o significado dessas medalhas, façamos um         exercício comparativo em tópicos, a partir de uma questão         simples: e se Phelps fosse um país?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Pequim2008/Noticias/0,,MUL722846-9823,00-E+SE+PHELPS+FOSSE+UM+PAIS.html"&gt;globo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Além de Die...Go(s), tanto o Hypólito quanto o Ribas, Um dos nossos "queridinhos" das olímpiadas é o &lt;a href="http://www.timalanstudios.com/images/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Phelps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por que?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;porque ele é bom, pronto e acabô!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.timalanstudios.com/images/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.timalanstudios.com/images/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-4981882583053897887?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/4981882583053897887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=4981882583053897887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4981882583053897887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/4981882583053897887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/08/qual-o-tamanho-do-fenmeno-quo.html' title='Republica do Phelps'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SKN0GisTtkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MDMoTDxS9m0/s72-c/0,,15285197-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7383338618765112625</id><published>2008-08-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:24:43.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One World, One Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJzGsgYnTfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KhcBTdATVsw/s1600-h/Img214517061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJzGsgYnTfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KhcBTdATVsw/s400/Img214517061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232275335007391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dança e pintura, idéia genial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é Olimpíada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olimpíada&lt;/span&gt; s.f. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gr. Olympiás, Olympiádos&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Período de quatro anos decorridos entre duas celebrações consecutivas dos jogos olímpicos, na Grécia antiga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Esses jogos. (Cf. OLIMPÍADAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ó, falou muito dicionário, vamos ver o que é Olimpíadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olimpíadas &lt;/span&gt;s.f.pl. Os jogos olímpicos modernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uau. Ainda não consegui achar uma definição que expresse o valor das olimpíadas, hoje vendo a abertura oficial, bem no ínicio, na contagem regressiva, já deu pra marejar os olhos, tá bom, não foi marejar, as lágrimas correram rosto abaixo, pensei"-meu Deus, como sou fútil, choro com abertura das olímpiadas". Não sei se é porque agora sou uma "atleta", mas a emoção de competir já me envolve.&lt;br /&gt;A grandiosidade que a China deu pra tudo isso, Nossa! muita perfeição, é muito "one world, one dream", todo mundo lá, não é mais importante se a China gastou mais de 40milhões, se eles são cheios de fru-fru por conta do comunismo, pouco importa mao-tse-tung, ou a independência do Tibet, o importante é que tá todo mundo lá, literalmente! Todos com o mesmo sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;nem sei mais o que falar, sem palavras, mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não tem definições pra expressar o que é as olimpíadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7383338618765112625?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7383338618765112625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7383338618765112625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7383338618765112625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7383338618765112625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-world-one-dream.html' title='One World, One Dream'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJzGsgYnTfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KhcBTdATVsw/s72-c/Img214517061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-2079987615961465415</id><published>2008-07-31T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:16:17.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Paguei pau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJJUTiwpZzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rCAMe6Bcr3I/s1600-h/42-18394707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJJUTiwpZzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rCAMe6Bcr3I/s400/42-18394707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229334812055660338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandaram bem, mandaram sim. Eu e Ana fomos assistir ontem Batman - O Cavaleiro das Trevas, nossa! tinha hora que só gritando mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;senti falta do Robin, será que no próximo ele entra?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que o coringa conseguiu ser o único vilão da história, eu fui toda feliz pra ver o charada, o pinguim,  tá bom que o duas caras apareceu no final(se vc ainda não viu o filme e tá lendo aqui, preocupa não tem muito mais surpresas que essas que eu tô falando). Ma quer saber paguei pau pros neguim, muito bom mesmo o filme.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJJQg4pqTVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/715yXclBG-c/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJJQg4pqTVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/715yXclBG-c/s400/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229330643223727442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bat-caverna é a melhor, no filme de agora nem dá dá chamar de caverna, poxa vida. Essa tecnologia atual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abraços.&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-2079987615961465415?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/2079987615961465415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=2079987615961465415' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2079987615961465415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2079987615961465415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/07/paguei-pau.html' title='Paguei pau'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SJJUTiwpZzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rCAMe6Bcr3I/s72-c/42-18394707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-5866050821174035213</id><published>2008-07-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:07:35.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Ibiti eh lescs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SIO3A98WsFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ruUvr5Ha-_E/s1600-h/ibitipoca.jpg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SIO3A98WsFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ruUvr5Ha-_E/s400/ibitipoca.jpg8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225221219935498322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num é que fui pra ibitipoca com a galera lá da presbiteriana?!&lt;br /&gt;como é lindo aquele lugar, a gente vê o poder de Deus nesses matos da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos uns 7 e tantim km, pra chegar lá na janela do céu, e voltamos passando pela lombada, que é o maior pico do parque, passamos em algumas grutas, uma mais linda que a outra e paramos no morro do cruzeiro pra ver o por-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;No total deu mais de 15km, mas 15km bem andados, terminei a caminhada feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços. Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-5866050821174035213?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/5866050821174035213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=5866050821174035213' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/5866050821174035213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/5866050821174035213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/07/ibiti-eh-lescs.html' title='Ibiti eh lescs!'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SIO3A98WsFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ruUvr5Ha-_E/s72-c/ibitipoca.jpg8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7136081854591376701</id><published>2008-07-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:11:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endoscopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ao ler esse post esqueça que eu tenho 20 anos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somente o que me fez acordar num pulo às 8h da matina para fazer meu exame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peraí. Pausa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É gente, fiz a tão sonhada endoscopia! Pros que chegaram depois, eu estou adiando esse exame faz uns anos por causa de umas macacuas no estômago. Há anos porque eu sou medrosa. Fraca. "Tenho medo até de palitinho de garganta" (eu pra uma médica do quarto que fiquei). E isso tudo devido a um forte refluxo que tive ao nascer. Você deve estar pensando: tadinha, ela precisa é de um psicólogo! heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é de se perceber irei narrar esse fato. Marcante em minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... foi a querida dor de barriga!! Vê se eu ia acordar num pulo pra ir pro hospital!! Vê!!! (Também pros novatos, tenho essa disfunção toda vez que fico nervosa, seja pra um acontecimento bom ou ruim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tive durante a madrugada e acordei com ela. No meu momento de reflexão/ "Meu Deus estou com medo" pensei nessa exímia narração... como as idéias surgem na nossa cabeça, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esvaziei a alma, me arrumei binirrinha, tentando me distrair, mas sempre a idéia assustadora do tubo vinha a mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai foi comigo. Cheguei no Monte Sinai. Quero voltar pra casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resumindo essa parte, esperei mais de uma hora para ser chamada porque o anestesista teve um problema em outra área do hospital. O QUE?? SÓ TEM UM NESSE LUGAR?? Mas, no fim valeu esperar... conto o porque já já. Essa espera toda em meio ao treino de fórmula 1, primeiro set do vôlei, meu pai puxando uns papos pra me acalmar e eu xingando a torto e a direito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Esse exame é tranquilo, pensa no de próstata"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(meu pai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Luísa Pinheiro. É, sou eu. Tive que me separar do meu companheiro de hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui andando com a mocinha, conversando até chegar na sala. Fui recebida muito bem pela equipe. Muitos sorrisos, muitos "bom dia" e a pergunta: Pra que um anestesista ana??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aí comecei a expor meu medo. (Oi, meu nome é Ana/Ooooi aaana). E as lágrimas começaram a cair, assim, sem querer. (Pessoal, segredinho nosso, ok????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começaram a me acalmar e o Rodrigo, meu amigo anestesista (hehe) a fazer umas gracinhas do tipo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ana, se o mundo precisasse ser salvo por você, estariamos perdidos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"De 20 pessoas que fazem o exame, 19 sobrevivem."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Menina, você não tem veias!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu lá, rindo e chorando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Você não vai parar de me fincar não?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Eu vou dormir sem ver o tubo né?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quantos segundos demora pra dormir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até que enfiaram uma coisa na minha boca, pra ela ficar aberta e eu choraminguei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tô com medo... Tô com me............"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dormi e não vi mais nada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu acordei, nem acreditei. Eu consegui. Faço quantos precisar agora! hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me levantaram, fui pra uma salinha de pessoas lesas de anestesia. Eu lá zonzinha, já com o meu pai, contei isso tudo pra ele. O olho abria e fechava... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que era pra terminar lá pelas 10 terminou quase meio dia, mas tudo bem fiz o que tinha de ser feito. O remédio que eu tomo dá uns pólipos no estômago, mas eles foram tirados e serão examinados, mas a médica já disse que é do remédio. E pelo que parece também, o refluxo voltou... Agora é tratar e tzan tzan tzan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, foi esse o meu relato. Tentei tornar divertido algo angustiante pra mim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas férias para todos, abraços!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8662162441912966788-7136081854591376701?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7136081854591376701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7136081854591376701' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7136081854591376701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7136081854591376701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/07/endoscopia.html' title='Endoscopia'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-3433324293510149943</id><published>2008-07-02T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:44:30.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde os acontecimentos se sucedem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SGwEgXZM7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9z5nfPF0vPs/s1600-h/Man+under+Blue+Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SGwEgXZM7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9z5nfPF0vPs/s400/Man+under+Blue+Sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218551022297607522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é o tempo, o que é tempo?&lt;br /&gt;sei lá, mas só sei que quando eu tenho um pouco dele só pra mim, esqueço de internet, de vida social, só quero comer, dormir e ver tv deitada na minha caminha.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as FÉRIAS estão aí, pronta pra me dar um up, essa rotina, esse ritmo desritmado tá me deixando ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei um blogspot massa, é o &lt;a href="http://kikapscookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kika Cookies &amp; Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem legal pra quem quer se arriscar na cozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos e abraços, virei com coisas mais legais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-3433324293510149943?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/3433324293510149943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=3433324293510149943' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3433324293510149943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3433324293510149943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/07/onde-os-acontecimentos-se-sucedem.html' title='Onde os acontecimentos se sucedem'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SGwEgXZM7WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9z5nfPF0vPs/s72-c/Man+under+Blue+Sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7080325083944545959</id><published>2008-06-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:17:04.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicação</title><content type='html'>Navegando por aí, decobri um blog (de um gatchenho) um tanto mais iniciante que o nosso, mas que promete muita coisa legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí vai o link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pensamentodechuveiro.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aproveitando o frio, hug of the bear a todos que passam por aqui!&lt;br /&gt;A+,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-7080325083944545959?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7080325083944545959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7080325083944545959' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7080325083944545959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7080325083944545959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/indicao.html' title='Indicação'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1209646399854866384</id><published>2008-06-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:07:54.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verso'/><title type='text'>Sabe das coisas, o rapaz...</title><content type='html'>Memória &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar o perdido&lt;br /&gt;deixa confundido&lt;br /&gt;este coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode o olvido&lt;br /&gt;contra o sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;apelo do Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas tangíveis&lt;br /&gt;tornam-se insensíveis&lt;br /&gt;à palma da mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas findas,&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;br /&gt;essas ficarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1209646399854866384?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1209646399854866384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1209646399854866384' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1209646399854866384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1209646399854866384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/sabe-das-coisas-o-rapaz.html' title='Sabe das coisas, o rapaz...'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1040312878507386008</id><published>2008-06-16T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:46:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olé!</title><content type='html'>Então, né...&lt;br /&gt;Brasil pagou vexame again, aí hoje os que jogaram domingo foram treinar físico, e os reservas jogaram uma partidinha com o time sub-20 do Galo, quem ganhou???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, esse time de futebol do Brasil, depois o Galo que é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detalhes no &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Noticias/Times/Selecao_Brasileira/0,,MUL603262-15071,00-RESERVAS+DA+SELECAO+BRASILEIRA+PERDEM+PARA+TIME+SUB+DO+GALO.html"&gt;globo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1040312878507386008?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1040312878507386008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1040312878507386008' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1040312878507386008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1040312878507386008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/ol.html' title='Olé!'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-6142004733526887868</id><published>2008-06-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:09:41.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Oh Minas Gerais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFbkjpSFizI/AAAAAAAAADw/rsK8cjTbzF4/s1600-h/Tiradentes-S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212604919756196658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFbkjpSFizI/AAAAAAAAADw/rsK8cjTbzF4/s320/Tiradentes-S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem à Tiradentes/São João del Rei com o pessoal da faculdade pela matéria de fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tinha ido às duas cidades, mas nunca para fotografar! O que foi muito bom, para registrar belas visões e ótimos momentos! Acho que por isso, o tempo pareceu voar mas deu pra curtir bastante: sentir muito calor, comer coisas gostosas e rir o tempo todo (das fotos autistas a facada no preço do doce...)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí está uma das quase 300 fotos que eu tirei (dentre sérias e não sérias hehehe) e é uma das selecionadas pro meu trabalho cujo tema, escolhido por mim, será "Luminárias" (bom até ontem era...). No mais, devo fazer no orkut um álbum "the best of" pro pessoal conferir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Té mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-6142004733526887868?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/6142004733526887868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=6142004733526887868' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/6142004733526887868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/6142004733526887868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-minas-gerais.html' title='Oh Minas Gerais...'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFbkjpSFizI/AAAAAAAAADw/rsK8cjTbzF4/s72-c/Tiradentes-S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-2219317025322463710</id><published>2008-06-11T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:09:20.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tanto atrasado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA9fYybg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/6XqmVcVUdFo/s1600-h/Feriado+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA9fYybg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/6XqmVcVUdFo/s200/Feriado+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732378306872226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA-w3UJu5I/AAAAAAAAADg/TWt8C0NEFFE/s1600-h/Feriado+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA-w3UJu5I/AAAAAAAAADg/TWt8C0NEFFE/s200/Feriado+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733778070780818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA8cY0GkyI/AAAAAAAAADA/7ZcO2dxQ2Ug/s1600-h/Feriado+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA8cY0GkyI/AAAAAAAAADA/7ZcO2dxQ2Ug/s200/Feriado+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731227262653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como assim, foi niver da Ana e eu nem pra postar aqui??!!&lt;br /&gt;vida corrida, a cada passar de ano mais responsabilidade, e a gente só percebe todo fuzuê quando tá no olho do furacão, agora não tem mais jeito de sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, que esses 20 anos sejam apenas idade estipulada pela sociedade, seja você independente do resto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Viva a Sociedade Alternativa! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(nem tanto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pro'cê Ana!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-2219317025322463710?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/2219317025322463710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=2219317025322463710' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2219317025322463710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/2219317025322463710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-tanto-atrasado.html' title='Um tanto atrasado...'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SFA9fYybg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/6XqmVcVUdFo/s72-c/Feriado+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-3593807681986913770</id><published>2008-06-08T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:15:54.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEwv4sgFUBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AHF0JmkMEOE/s1600-h/falcao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEwv4sgFUBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AHF0JmkMEOE/s200/falcao.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209591520025726994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seleção brasileira de futsal se fez valer de sua superioridade         e venceu a Argentina por 3 a 2, conquistando o tetracampeonato         do Grand Prix, realizado em Fortaleza. O título também serviu de         comemoração do aniversário do craque Falcão, que completa 31         anos neste domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Noticias/0,,MUL593438-9645,00.html"&gt;Globo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Ana assistimos um pedaço do segundo tempo, mas assistimos mesmo foi &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/one-tree-hill"&gt;One tree Hill&lt;/a&gt; no SBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Falcão(tiete forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-3593807681986913770?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/3593807681986913770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=3593807681986913770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3593807681986913770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3593807681986913770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/domingo-de-manh.html' title='Domingo de manhã'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEwv4sgFUBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AHF0JmkMEOE/s72-c/falcao.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1982968124449370977</id><published>2008-06-05T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:14:36.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantando pratododia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/orb2mTGl7p4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/orb2mTGl7p4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um vídeo ainda em clima Teatro Mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo de show, empolgação, alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1982968124449370977?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1982968124449370977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1982968124449370977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1982968124449370977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1982968124449370977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/cantando-pratododia.html' title='Cantando pratododia'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-7680526607220836881</id><published>2008-06-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:33:59.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEQShRDTYdI/AAAAAAAAACg/FV70PnDKNwQ/s1600-h/Charlie_snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207307431869374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEQShRDTYdI/AAAAAAAAACg/FV70PnDKNwQ/s400/Charlie_snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "O mundo está cheio de segundas-feiras"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEQSbXbkhMI/AAAAAAAAACY/3IchxtT-wVo/s1600-h/Charlie_snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8662162441912966788-7680526607220836881?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/7680526607220836881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=7680526607220836881' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7680526607220836881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/7680526607220836881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-mundo-est-cheio-de-segundas-feiras.html' title='É verdade'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SEQShRDTYdI/AAAAAAAAACg/FV70PnDKNwQ/s72-c/Charlie_snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1077378047770224379</id><published>2008-05-29T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:05:28.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh! Há!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SD9SZldEQoI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHwhpOpsnw8/s1600-h/voa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SD9SZldEQoI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHwhpOpsnw8/s320/voa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205970293767815810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, eu era uma menina sedentária, e mudei a minha vida com o Tae Kwon Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dou pala até hoje quando me vejo praticando um esporte, levando a sério e dando certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda não tenho dobok(fala dubo), que é a roupa, não tenho faixa, nem a branca...mas tá tudo muito lindo, muito legal.&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de roxos, bolhas e pé queimado de tando raspar no chão, eu tô feliz...hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=jvjvugJ2rFM"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem um vídeo legais pra quem tiver mais curiosidade, são chutes, a maioria na cabeça, bem violentos, mas bem legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=y4dKa2rkxXg"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tem vídeo de uns carinhas que fazem só demonstração, quebram madeira, tijolo com a cabeça, uma lutas de mentira, mas são de dar medo, são os Korea Tigers Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ia escrever o saudação aqui, mas também nem sei falar coreano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Té mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1077378047770224379?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1077378047770224379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1077378047770224379' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1077378047770224379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1077378047770224379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/uh-h.html' title='Uh! Há!'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SD9SZldEQoI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHwhpOpsnw8/s72-c/voa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-5409143708348717005</id><published>2008-05-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:46:04.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDh7X1dEQmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hLWJoUwxoA0/s1600-h/verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDh7X1dEQmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hLWJoUwxoA0/s320/verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045018842808930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que agora é moda sacolas "recicladas", aí vai uma dica pra quem não gosta mais daquela T-shirt meio velha, ou que tah um tanto manchada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem um vídeo que ensina o passo-a-passo, a única dificuldade é que precisa de máquina de costurar, mas quem não tem uma vó, tia, mãe , vizinha que faz essas coisas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=37b1b744dd165110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default&amp;amp;xsc=eml_tvm_2008_04_18&amp;amp;video_id=0"&gt;Clique e veja!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-5409143708348717005?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/5409143708348717005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=5409143708348717005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/5409143708348717005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/5409143708348717005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/j-que-agora-moda-sacolas-recicladas-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDh7X1dEQmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hLWJoUwxoA0/s72-c/verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-3866853574220829806</id><published>2008-05-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:17:27.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>O melhor amigo da noiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387811537109506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDYlpVdEQgI/AAAAAAAAABI/rVKBJamC2yE/s400/madeofhonorposter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nós mais Elisa, Letícia, Pedro e Rafa estreiamos o cinema do shopping assistindo essa comédia romântica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"O melhor amigo da noiva"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como sempre, palas na certa! Mas isso porque estavamos nos acostumando ao ambiente (ótimo, por sinal)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Boicote ao cine alameda hehehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resumindo: Eles são melhores amigos até que ela se casa e ele?? Descobre estar apaixonado por ela e é convidado a ser "daminha de honra" dela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visões particulares das blogueiras (haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarah como sempre, marejando o olhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ana como sempre, contendo-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaaah!!!! O filme é lindo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 vivas pros melhores amigos que viajam pra Paris com suas amigas!!! eeee!!!!&lt;br /&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;                                                                      Au revoir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-3866853574220829806?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/3866853574220829806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=3866853574220829806' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3866853574220829806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3866853574220829806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-melhor-amigo-da-noiva.html' title='O melhor amigo da noiva'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDYlpVdEQgI/AAAAAAAAABI/rVKBJamC2yE/s72-c/madeofhonorposter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-8670767426543924845</id><published>2008-05-19T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:54:11.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La mode de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDIDOmZ_wGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FTRnQ-UcpDE/s1600-h/0,,14697368,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDIDOmZ_wGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FTRnQ-UcpDE/s320/0,,14697368,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202224068928979042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O governador do Rio Sérgio Cabral anunciou nesta segunda-feira (19) em Paris, na França, onde está em viagem oficial, o lançamento de um programa de bicicletas públicas ligando pontos das cidades fluminenses. O projeto piloto será feito primeiramente em Niterói, na Região Metropolitana, com cem bicicletas. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa primeira etapa pretende fazer a ligação da estação das barcas, no Centro de Niterói, até o prédio da Universidade Federal Fluminense (UFF), no Bairro de São Domingos. O trajeto tem cerca de dois quilômetros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em Paris, a empresa vendedora da licitação da prefeitura opera 20,5 mil bicicletas na cidade desde julho de 2007 para mais de mil destinos. O interessado usa cartões que, anualmente, custam 29 euros por pessoa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reportagem do G1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Precisamos disso em Juiz de Fora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-8670767426543924845?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/8670767426543924845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=8670767426543924845' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8670767426543924845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8670767426543924845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-mode-de-paris.html' title='La mode de Paris'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDIDOmZ_wGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FTRnQ-UcpDE/s72-c/0,,14697368,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-3565463490912174935</id><published>2008-05-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:47:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mágico teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDCgoGZ_wFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TmFuXGBMtfY/s1600-h/O+teatro+m%C3%A1gico+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201834180387782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDCgoGZ_wFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TmFuXGBMtfY/s320/O+teatro+m%C3%A1gico+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Desculpem, não consegui publicar pulando linhas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas boas-vindas ao blog começam com O show de sexta feira como a Sarah já postou abaixo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show maravilhoso! Contagiante!! Deixo pra vocês umas das prediletas (e não só porque tem meu nome não!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! E o pessoal da banda é super gente boa! Eles tiram foto com quem quiser tirar! Isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana e o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veio de manhã molhar os pés na primeira onda&lt;br /&gt;Abriu os braços devagar... e se entregou ao vento&lt;br /&gt;O sol veio avisar... que de noite ele seria a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder iluminar... Ana, o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol e vento, dia de casamento&lt;br /&gt;Vento e sol, luz apagada num farol&lt;br /&gt;Sol e chuva, casamento de viúva&lt;br /&gt;Chuva e sol, casamento de espanhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana aproveitava os carinhos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Os quatro elementos de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Deitada diante do mar&lt;br /&gt;Que apaixonado entregava as conchas mais belas&lt;br /&gt;Tesouros de barcos e velas&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo não deixou voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde já se viu o mar apaixonado por uma menina?&lt;br /&gt;Quem já conseguiu dominar o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que o mar não se apaixona por uma lagoa&lt;br /&gt;Porque a gente nunca sabe de quem vai gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana e o mar... mar e Ana&lt;br /&gt;Historias que nos contam na cama&lt;br /&gt;Antes da gente dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana e o mar... mar e ana&lt;br /&gt;Todo sopro que apaga uma chama&lt;br /&gt;Reacende o que for pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando Ana entra n'água&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;se estende pro resto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;abençoando ondas cada vez mais altas&lt;br /&gt;barcos com suas rotas e as conchas que vem avisar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desse novo amor... Ana e o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-3565463490912174935?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/3565463490912174935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=3565463490912174935' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3565463490912174935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/3565463490912174935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-mgico-teatro.html' title='O mágico teatro'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SDCgoGZ_wFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TmFuXGBMtfY/s72-c/O+teatro+m%C3%A1gico+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-8476293170775107800</id><published>2008-05-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:05:47.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O teatro mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SC-OsGZ_wEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EGz4HK0-IZE/s1600-h/O+Teatro+M%C3%A1gico+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SC-OsGZ_wEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EGz4HK0-IZE/s320/O+Teatro+M%C3%A1gico+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532982921248834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o dia do prato chegou!&lt;br /&gt;que loucura tudo isso, bom até não aguentar mais, pessoas simpáticas, trupe simpática, tudo muito buririm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vida a liberdade de expressão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-8476293170775107800?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/8476293170775107800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=8476293170775107800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8476293170775107800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/8476293170775107800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-teatro-mgico.html' title='O teatro mágico'/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SC-OsGZ_wEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EGz4HK0-IZE/s72-c/O+Teatro+M%C3%A1gico+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662162441912966788.post-1737856207300179105</id><published>2008-05-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:15:38.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCiACGZ_wBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/mHyYjhHTO-Y/s1600-h/na+church+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCiACGZ_wBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/mHyYjhHTO-Y/s320/na+church+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199546543366979602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o projeto saiu da nossa cabeça e virou realidade!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de tanto enrolar pra montar um blog nosso, ele está aqui, buririm que só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora é só a gente lembrar de postar sempre, né Ana?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662162441912966788-1737856207300179105?l=unhaecuticula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/feeds/1737856207300179105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662162441912966788&amp;postID=1737856207300179105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1737856207300179105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662162441912966788/posts/default/1737856207300179105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhaecuticula.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-o-projeto-saiu-da-nossa-cabea-e-virou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Luísa e Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389697818358311664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCjCSGZ_wDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qBAnALchK2M/S220/na+church+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya-AhZIrtYc/SCiACGZ_wBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/mHyYjhHTO-Y/s72-c/na+church+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
