<?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-3083114</id><updated>2011-06-08T03:05:35.794-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, Sweat &amp; Cheers</title><subtitle type='html'>Escritos, pensamentos, bobagens e afins...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>508</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-76964367</id><published>2002-05-25T16:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T17:43:55.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;B&gt; VOLTEI! SAUDADOCÊS!!!&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não esqueci dos amigos. Não, eu também não esqueci do blog. &lt;br /&gt;Só na última quinta feira terminei a primeira fase do tal projeto em que estou trabalhando. Trabalho interessante, às vezes sacal, mas muito compensador. Na sexta feira, quando eu pensei que ia ter um período grande de sossego, fui comunicada que entre a fase 1 e a fase 2 teremos um trabalhão extra. Mas, dessa vez eu já me organizei de maneira a ter 3 horas para mim todos os dias, ainda que seja para "nadar".&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu tentar lembrar o que aconteceu nesse tempo que estive fora daqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- troquei de provedor. Do UOL para o TERRA. Aliás, preciso criar um email pro blog lá. Depois informo procês.&lt;br /&gt;- fiquei um ano mais velha....48. Estou adorando a vida depois dos 40. Muuuuito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;- finalmente conheci o Vadinho (ou Zequito). Tomamos vááááááááááários chopps e conversamos como só velhos amigos conversam. Nenhuma surpresa. O menino não é dez...é nota miiiiiiiiiil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-76964367?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/76964367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/76964367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76964367' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-10025058</id><published>2002-02-23T00:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T00:51:50.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem está vivo, sempre aparece! &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi povo! Santa sexta feira! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do meu bloguinho. Deixa eu explicar como rolam as coisas: trabalho, trabalho e trabalho. Aceitei trabalhar num projeto de tradução. Quando fui convidada me disseram que era um projeto grande. OK, beleza. Só não me avisaram que era E-NOR-ME. Resultado: muito trabalho. Mas tá valendo a pena. Super gratificante em todos os sentidos. Só que como os prazos são apertadíssimos, pouco tempo sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei os recadinhos, os novos visitantes, tudo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondendo aos recadinhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, Isabel, eu sou rubro-negra e mangueirense. Não é a combinação perfeita? Só uma correção: eu não sou paulista. Nasci no Rio de Janeiro, amo a minha cidade, mas confesso a minha paixão por Sampa. Portanto, digamos que sou Paulioca. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;- Zeca, saudades de você! Muitas! A gente se fala na sua volta. Pequena correção nos planos........humpf&lt;br /&gt;- Nilo, só pra saber, qual é a sua escola de samba de coração? hihihihihihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;- Mixi, e o nosso almoço?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-10025058?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/10025058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/10025058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10025058' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9694038</id><published>2002-02-13T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T19:29:04.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="18pxs"&gt;A turma do azul e branco vai ter que esperar mais um pouquinho.....ô coitados!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9694038?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9694038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9694038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9694038' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9693881</id><published>2002-02-13T19:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T23:56:42.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;Vou invadir &lt;br /&gt;o nordeste, &lt;br /&gt;seu cabra &lt;br /&gt;da peste, &lt;br /&gt;sou &lt;br /&gt;Mangueiraaa!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9693881?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9693881' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9693626</id><published>2002-02-13T19:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T19:27:46.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;Sorry, periferia!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT " color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;Mas&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;só&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;FONT " color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;deu&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;verde&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;e&lt;/FONT&gt;   &lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;rosa&lt;/FONT&gt;   &lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;na&lt;/FONT&gt;   &lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;avenida!!!  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9693626?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9693626' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9693118</id><published>2002-02-13T19:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T19:22:52.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Poster Bodoni ATT" color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;M&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;N&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;G&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;U&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;E&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;R&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff80 size="36pxs"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff size="36pxs"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9693118?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9693118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9693118' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9397214</id><published>2002-02-05T10:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T10:46:54.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Trocando de cativeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Olivetto conseguiu se salvar do cativeiro dos bandidos e agora virou &lt;b&gt;refém da mídia&lt;/b&gt;. Se outros bandidos não tinham informações sobre a vida particular dele, agora já têm. Os repórteres já se encarregaram de fornecê-las todas, com detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9397214?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9397214' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9397107</id><published>2002-02-05T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T10:41:21.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me engana que eu gosto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntada sobre o porquê de só agora a polícia de São Paulo estar efetivamente trabalhando, uma autoridade responde:&lt;br /&gt;"Porque só agora a polícia foi equipada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá..mas, dá pra parar de presumir que todo mundo que ouve uma coisa dessas é idiota?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9397107?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9397107' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9397076</id><published>2002-02-05T10:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T10:39:26.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loucademia de Polícia 2002&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polícia precisava transferir presos. Monta todo um aparato, que inclui o helicóptero Águia II, para fazer a escolta. Não avisa à penitenciária de onde sairiam os presos. O helicóptero se aproxima e o guarda da guarita manda chumbo nele, seguindo ordens - corretíssimas, por sinal - do governador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicação: ninguém avisou ao guarda que haveria um helicóptero "do bem" sobrevoando o presídio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá.. mas, dá pra parar de errar pelamordedeus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9397076?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9397076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9397076' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9335176</id><published>2002-02-03T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T17:31:51.760-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Grita, Sampa!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o Olivetto de volta. &lt;br /&gt;Entre holofotes e câmeras, cada uma das autoridades descrevia a seu modo o fantástico trabalho da polícia. Não duvido. Pode ser que dessa vez tenha sido mesmo fantástico. Vá lá que se acredite. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, para acreditar que este trabalho tem sido fantástico nos últimos dez dias, eu sou obrigada - por uma questão de raciocínio - a constatar que se até agora nada vinham fazendo é porque simplesmente não lhes interessava. Tinham mais do que se ocupar para perderem tempo com os cidadãos comuns que vinham há muito tempo se queixando da violência. &lt;br /&gt;Agora a coisa ficou preta. O primeiro escalão está sendo atingido. &lt;br /&gt;Fizeram um belo trabalho pra libertar o WO? Sim, e não fizeram mais do que a obrigação deles. Fizeram por absoluta falta de alternativa. &lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que iriam dizer ao mercado publicitário mundial se acontece alguma coisa pior com WO? &lt;br /&gt;Que o Brasil é uma grande, uma enorme pizzaria? Xiiii....disso todos eles já sabem! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9335176?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9335176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9335176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9335176' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9139052</id><published>2002-01-28T22:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T22:05:22.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Olá, pessoas!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passadinha rápida pra esfriar a cabeça e não deixar o blog assim tão largadinho. Tô sumida,né? A explicação é simples: trabalho, muuuuuiiiiiiiitoooooo trabalho (graças a Deus!). Não tô reclamando não, pelo contrário. Só que o projeto é enorme, os prazos apertadíssimos e por conta disso não sobra tempo nem pra uma blogadinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recadinhos do coração:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mixi, Luna, Beth, Lena, Ab, Bee, Catarro, enfim todos os amigos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; não esqueci de vocês, passo pelos blogs toda vez que tenho um tempinho. Beijos muitos e saudades todas de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcos&lt;/b&gt;, e a gente ainda não conseguiu se encontrar, hein? Passando essa fase braba, juro que a gente se vê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vadinho&lt;/b&gt;, eu juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurooooooooooooooo que vou ao Rio. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mixi&lt;/b&gt;, nosso almoço sai ou não sai? (já rindo aqui...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recadinhos da cabeça, que anda inquieta:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dona Marta,&lt;/b&gt;dá pra parar de se justificar com as administrações anteriores e trabalhar, pelamordedeus! A continuar como está, já já vamos ter a campanha: "Visite São Paulo, antes que acabe."&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o &lt;b&gt;Olivetto&lt;/b&gt;, gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Violência: &lt;/b&gt;Tá tudo muito bom, tá tudo muito bem, mas...o que vão fazer JÁ para minimizar o pavor reinante? Todos os dias os bandidos mostram a cara, aprontam, fazem acontecem. E as ações? Putz...será que eu tô pedindo muito? Bom, juntou a incoerência do PT com a lerdeza do Alckmin e a ineficiência do legislativo....pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recadinho da alma: Que Deus nos proteja a todos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9139052?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9139052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9139052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9139052' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-9000273</id><published>2002-01-24T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T10:44:40.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isto é São Paulo&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- CENA 1 - &lt;/b&gt;Saí cedo para ir ao médico. Às 7:15 da manhã, paro no sinal (farol, para os paulistas). Pelo espelho retrovisor lateral direito assisto a um assalto (ou seria sequestro relâmpago?) no carro que estava exatamente atrás do meu. Violência escancarada, ali bem debaixo dos olhos da gente. O meu carro estava bem ali. Podia ter sido eu a vítima. Em Sampa é assim. Quando você volta pra casa vivo, vira estatística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- CENA 2 -&lt;/b&gt; Chego em casa e encontro a guia de IPTU do meu apartamento. Moro num condomínio, apartamento de 2 quartos, com dependências de empregada, varanda, etc. No condomínio, piscina, sauna, sala de fitness, churrasqueira, parque, sala de baby sitter, salões (2) de festas super equipados, segurança. Na garagem, pelo menos 90% dos carros são novos e grande parte deles importados.&lt;br /&gt;Sabem o que está escrito na minha guia de IPTU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;B&gt;I-S-E-N-T-O&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;/B&gt; Esta prefeita é LOUCA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-9000273?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9000273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/9000273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9000273' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8856878</id><published>2002-01-19T23:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T23:42:52.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Aproveitando o frio...&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feijoadinha light de amanhã já está pronta, curtindo. A Absolut já está no freezer e as frutas devidamente separadas. As torradinhas de alho, a gente prepara amanhã, na hora da festa.&lt;br /&gt;Festa de quê? De nada, ora! Festa pela alegria de estar vivo, saudável, trabalhando, amando, feliz. Precisa mais motivo pra comemorar? &lt;br /&gt;E você, é servido(a)? ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8856878?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8856878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8856878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8856878' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8843932</id><published>2002-01-19T13:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T23:23:58.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt; Faça o que eu digo, mas não faça o que eu faço&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A incoerência do PT é uma piada: agora, com o sequestro do prefeito de Santo André, é que eles notaram que "a violência em São Paulo está fora de controle!". Interessante, né? Até então, se a polícia desse um tapa na orelha de um marginal, logo apareciam os petistas defensores dos "direitos humanos" para procurar um holofote que estivesse aceso. Agora querem "providências urgentes"?&lt;br /&gt;Ué... não têm tanta peninha dos marginais? Agora é que enxergaram que São Paulo vive uma guerra civil por dia?&lt;br /&gt;Hipócritas...todos hipócritas. A coisa é muito bonita e muito "politicamente correta" até que os atinja diretamente.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo dizendo, São Paulo só tem uma solução: Tolerância zero. &lt;br /&gt;Inocentes vão morrer? Sim, e daí? E não estão morrendo inocentes aos baldes todos os dias? Ou não? Em que guerra não se perdem inocentes? Ah, não é guerra? Tá...então como é o nome do que está acontecendo em Sampa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, como estará Washington Olivetto? ( será que ainda está? ou já podemos usar o verbo no passado?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8843932?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8843932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8843932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8843932' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8840213</id><published>2002-01-19T07:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T07:18:05.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vista assim do alto, mais parece um céu no chão...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está no JB de hoje: &lt;i&gt;"E não há concessão possível. ''Ela é uma estrela da festa, mas aqui é assim'', encerra o dirigente, que comanda uma escola onde a batida do surdo é sempre do mesmo jeito e mulher não pode sair na bateria, entre outros protocolos. &lt;b&gt;Porque tradição é bom e a Mangueira gosta&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu daqui, como Mangueirense que sou, aplaudo de pé! A verde-e-rosa não precisa de estrelas. Tem brilho próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8840213?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8840213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8840213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8840213' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8746740</id><published>2002-01-16T12:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T12:38:42.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; By the way...&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As chuvas escancaram um fato: as rodovias estão em estado lastimável. Incompetência da engenharia? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8746740?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8746740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8746740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8746740' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8746703</id><published>2002-01-16T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T12:34:00.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Chuva, frio, vento gelado. Janeiro? Verão?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8746703?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8746703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8746703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8746703' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8727013</id><published>2002-01-15T21:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T21:11:30.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recado para uma amiga sumida (ou será uma lenda? who knows?)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer que a srta. não me ligou porque achou que eu nem estava com saudade, né? Sei, sei...humpf! Já liguei 3.826.429 vezes para os seus dois telefones (a última há 5 minutos atrás) e só ouço musiquinha de caixa postal. Vou aguardar que a srta. dê notícias. Estou em crise ciumentico-depressiva: só o Comendador foi honrado com uma chamada sua! Ara! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8727013?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8727013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8727013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8727013' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8718173</id><published>2002-01-15T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T16:06:44.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vento assustador em Sampa. Mas é bonito demais o barulho que ele faz lá fora. A natureza me encanta sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8718173?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8718173' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8718106</id><published>2002-01-15T16:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T16:04:31.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O problema está em "compreender a marcha e ir tocando em frente". Às vezes a marcha se mostra por demais incompreensível. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8718106?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8718106' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8718068</id><published>2002-01-15T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T16:03:04.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;pedaço de post roubado ou "Show must go on"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;Mais feliz, quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só levo a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que muito pouco sei,&lt;br /&gt;Ou nada sei&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá poder pulsar&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz prá poder sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É preciso chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando em frente..."&lt;br /&gt;Tocando em frente (Almir Sater &amp; Renato Teixeira)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8718068?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8718068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8718068' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8713122</id><published>2002-01-15T12:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T12:48:32.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interessante..a gente sempre acaba sabendo de coisas que nem interessavam mais saber. Mas é como se a vida nos considerasse merecedores de uma "resposta". Você não precisa perguntar nem pesquisar. Algo acontece ou alguém vem te contar, assim tipo de graça. Meu avô - que tinha uma coleção de ditados, um pra cada situação - se fosse vivo, diria: &lt;br /&gt;"Ninguém consegue enganar todo mundo o tempo todo."&lt;br /&gt;E eu, sobre o episódio de que tomei conhecimento, digo: "Quem com porcos se mistura, farelos come."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8713122?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8713122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8713122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8713122' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8680332</id><published>2002-01-14T13:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T13:43:01.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ficar esperando material de cliente dá nisso: um monte de posts. Dá pra notar que estou desocupada, né? Ara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8680332?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8680332' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8680306</id><published>2002-01-14T13:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T13:42:07.920-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zapeando na TV assisto a uma cena, no mínimo, hilária. Programa da Luciana Gimenez mostrando parte do making off do filme dos Duendes da Xuxa. A cena: XUXA - sim, ela mesma! - dando instruções, dicas, ensinamentos sobre a arte de representar, ao Gugu e à Luciana Gimenez. Depois, os dois impressionadíssimos com a competência da Xuxa, rasgando elogios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala sério! Será que ninguém foi capaz de informar AOS TRÊS o significado da palavra ATOR(ATRIZ)? Francamente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8680306?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8680306' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8680104</id><published>2002-01-14T13:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T13:34:24.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lesão pode tirar Guga da primeira rodada da Copa Davis &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse menino precisa de um bom banho de sal grosso, uma arrudinha de leve, etc, etc...;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8680104?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8680104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8680104' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8679929</id><published>2002-01-14T13:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T13:27:34.416-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha cocker, a Lili, comeu um rolo de fio dental inteirinho. Mastigou o plástico, o fio, tudo. Na hora da saída....imaginam a cena?&lt;br /&gt;Mor confusão, ajuda aqui, puxa ali. &lt;br /&gt;Depois, num gesto de agradecimento, foi buscar a bolinha de borracha - coisa que ela considera o máximo em termos de retribuição - e colocou bem junto dos meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;Agora está deitada, dormindo. Está stressada, coitadinha! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8679929?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8679929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8679929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8679929' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8679579</id><published>2002-01-14T13:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T13:14:35.453-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu odeio isso: ficar com um trabalho parado, esperando por dados que o cliente tem que mandar e não manda por incompetência da secretária dele. Aliás a moça tá muito mais pra secretina do que pra secretária. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8679579?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8679579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8679579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8679579' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8678382</id><published>2002-01-14T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T12:20:00.926-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;FOR THE FIRST TIME&lt;br /&gt;(Jud Friedman, Allen Rich, James Newton-Howard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Is that your smile?&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at you forever&lt;br /&gt;yet I never saw you before&lt;br /&gt;Are these your hands, holding mine?&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how I could have been so blind&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I'm seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I see &lt;br /&gt;when you're looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;now I understand what love is, love is &lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be real?&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the person I was this morning &lt;br /&gt;and are you the same you ?&lt;br /&gt;It's all so strange&lt;br /&gt;How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;All along this love was right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I'm seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I see &lt;br /&gt;when you're looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;now I understand what love is, love is &lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time ago I had given up &lt;br /&gt;on finding this emotion ever again&lt;br /&gt;But you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’ve found you somehow &lt;br /&gt;and I've never been so sure &lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I am looking in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;For the first time I'm seeing who you are&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how much I see&lt;br /&gt;when you're looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is, love is &lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(na voz de Rod Stweart)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8678382?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8678382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8678382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8678382' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8677850</id><published>2002-01-14T11:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T12:20:25.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...what difference a day makes, twenty four little hours...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8677850?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8677850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8677850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8677850' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8677333</id><published>2002-01-14T11:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T11:23:34.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Eitcha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...vontade mesmo de ir, pegar um carro e sair andando pela cidade. tipo do aeroporto a guaratiba pela orla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8677333?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8677333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8677333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8677333' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8663606</id><published>2002-01-13T22:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T23:10:35.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Como uma fita de vídeo&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"lembrança é quando, mesmo sem autorização, seu pensamento reapresenta um capítulo" (Adriana Falcão)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim hoje. Ainda bem que foi uma daquelas fitas de "Melhores momentos"...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8663606?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8663606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8663606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8663606' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8663344</id><published>2002-01-13T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T22:51:12.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Nada é mais belo que um corpo nu. As roupas mais belas que uma mulher pode vestir são os braços do homem que ama. Mas para as que não tiveram a sorte de encontrar essa felicidade, aqui estou eu." (YSL)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8663344?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8663344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8663344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8663344' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8628387</id><published>2002-01-12T14:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T14:55:33.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; &lt;b&gt;PT + Quércia ???? &lt;/b&gt;putz..era só o que faltava! E neguinho ainda quer que eu vote. Só existe uma possibilidade de eu votar: chama-se José Serra.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8628387?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8628387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8628387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8628387' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8626582</id><published>2002-01-12T12:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T12:58:37.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; Equação pro sabadão&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excelente companhia (é fundamental) + (absolut licorosa + kiwi) + {som tocando jazz : (lena horne + ella fitzgerald + sarah vaughn, nina hagen + leny andrade + joe cocker + etc, etc) } + cabeça voltada pra paz e pro bem = "don't worry, be happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8626582?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8626582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8626582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8626582' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8626466</id><published>2002-01-12T12:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T12:50:54.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Explicando&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails, mensagens de icq, etc, perguntando "afinal, o que está acontecendo?" Pois é, é assim. Desde a adolescência eu tenho essa coisa de, de repente, ficar angustiada e sentindo que alguma coisa vai acontecer. Eu nunca sei se será boa ou ruim, apenas sei que alguma coisa importante, ou dolorida, ou séria, ou, ou, ou...vai acontecer. É horrível isso porque a gente sempre pensa em coisas não muito agradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é assim mesmo. Sempre foi. Eu sei que algo vai acontecer, mas não sei o quê. Vamos aguardar e torcer para que seja uma coisa ótima! Otimismo sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8626466?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8626466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8626466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8626466' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8594261</id><published>2002-01-11T07:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T07:52:47.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something strange is going on.I´ve gotta find it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8594261?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8594261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8594261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8594261' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8576277</id><published>2002-01-10T19:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T07:51:49.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Governador Alckmin, ninguém quer milagre em Sampa. A gente quer é segurança. Pra isso tem que adotar a Tolerância Zero? Adota!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8576277?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8576277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8576277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8576277' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8576250</id><published>2002-01-10T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T19:09:34.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alguma coisa está acontecendo. Ainda não sei bem o que é, mas sei que está. :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8576250?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8576250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8576250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8576250' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8569301</id><published>2002-01-10T14:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T14:46:41.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tsc, tsc, tsc &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora mesmo é que o povo se mata, estica tapete vermelho e deixa correr solta a puxa-saquice: "colunista social" dos blogs escrevendo no JB. &lt;br /&gt;Fui até lá dar uma lida: nooosssaaaa! tããããão interessante! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8569301?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8569301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8569301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8569301' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8538778</id><published>2002-01-09T12:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T12:18:54.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Papo de ICQ:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kika(12:13 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;eu vou ter um ataqueeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! eu quero este computador novo que a Apple lançooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tá no blog da Cora....apaixoneiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;Beth(12:14 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;ja vi!!!!!!!!!!! é o maximo né?????????&lt;br /&gt;kika(12:14 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;ai! tô neuvosa aqui! eu quero ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Beth(12:15 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;mas o que eu queria mesmo é um portatil.........sabe? na hora que a gente precisa ir ao banheiro........rs&lt;br /&gt;kika(12:15 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;acho melhor comprar os dois! ara! rs&lt;br /&gt;Beth(12:15 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;mas deve ser uma nota né???? &lt;br /&gt;kika(12:16 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;putz......não é uma nota,beth! nós é que é pobre!&lt;br /&gt;Beth(12:17 AM) : &lt;br /&gt;é mesmo............vc tb não precisava ser tão realista assim.......rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8538778?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8538778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8538778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8538778' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8538728</id><published>2002-01-09T12:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T14:48:02.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lista de compras pra 2002:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um iMac desse modelo novo e tentador que está no blog da Cora, câmera digital, notebook, home theater completo (este não é pra mim!!!!), Renault Scénic.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto! Depois, na cena seguinte, eu caio da cama e acordo.....lerê, lerê! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8538728?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8538728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8538728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8538728' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8509276</id><published>2002-01-08T10:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T10:25:58.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt; E antes que eu vá embora trabalhar, faz um favor pra você mesmo? Pode ser? Então vamos lá: S-O-R-R-I-A!!!!! ;O)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8509276?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8509276' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8509249</id><published>2002-01-08T10:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T10:24:28.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; Você já fez alguma coisa por alguém hoje?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nãããão???? Mas já são mais de 10 horas, caramba! Mexa-se! Clique ali naqueles links da coluna da esquerda. Não dói nadinha, não custa nadinha e você fica mais gente! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8509249?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8509249' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8509227</id><published>2002-01-08T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T10:22:53.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não consigo deixar de me lembrar: onde e como estará o Washington Olivetto? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8509227?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8509227' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8509204</id><published>2002-01-08T10:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T10:21:17.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passadinha rápida&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho, muito trabalho. Thanks God. Saudades dos amigos: &lt;b&gt;Mixi&lt;/b&gt; (mandei 3 emails de parabéns pra você, voltaram todos!), &lt;b&gt;Lili&lt;/b&gt; (humm..bolo de rolo, manteiga de garrafa, muitos camarões fritos), &lt;b&gt;Claudinho&lt;/b&gt; (eu passo no Devaneios todos os dias, viu? só ainda não troquei o link...sorry), &lt;b&gt;Lalá&lt;/b&gt; (o Littlezinho - é o nome do anjo - está aqui, em lugar de honra!), &lt;b&gt;Lena&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bíbi&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ab&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Portuga&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Beth&lt;/b&gt; (depois do engarrafamento do último feriado, ficou difícil cantar "...eu prefiro as curvas, da estrada de Santos..."), &lt;b&gt;Zequito&lt;/b&gt; (1.Seu sobrinho-emprestado é gente finíssima,hein! / 2. Não confundir Pato no Tucupi com Entupir..ops!), &lt;b&gt;Isinha&lt;/b&gt;, minha vizinha e companheira de tricots..hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8509204?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8509204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8509204' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8431210</id><published>2002-01-05T12:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T12:46:10.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Play List retirada do audiogalaxy: de Skank a Cartola, passando por Leny de Andrade, Chico, Carlos do Carmo, Paralamas, Beatles. Eclética, eu? Magina! ;o)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8431210?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8431210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8431210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8431210' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8377299</id><published>2002-01-03T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T15:30:11.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vadinho, agora que você já tem até a senha do meu broguinho, make yourself at home! ;o)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8377299?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8377299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8377299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8377299' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8374718</id><published>2002-01-03T13:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T15:34:02.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ó mai gódi...estou eu trabalhando e, sem mais nem porquê, minha conexão volta a funcionar. Ligo pra Telefonica. Pergunto. Resposta: "Não, a sra. ainda está desconectada!"..... Pode? Vai entender!&lt;br /&gt;Este post aí embaixo eu pedi pro Vadinho  fazer exatamente porque a Telefonica tinha informado que não havia a menor previsão de retorno da conexão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: hahahahahaha..e não é que o apelido pegou mesmo? Isso eu aprendi com meu avô, que era uma grande figura. Toda vez que eu ganho um limão de presente, faço dele uma deliciosa limonada ou...uma caipirinha caprichada. Arrá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8374718?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8374718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8374718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8374718' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8372357</id><published>2002-01-03T11:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T11:28:46.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vadinho invade o BSC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kika pede pra avisar que:&lt;br /&gt;1- Sua conexão está quebrada (curto circuito);&lt;br /&gt;2- Contatos só por telefone, telepatia ou pombo correio;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto beijos e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8372357?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8372357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8372357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8372357' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8351231</id><published>2002-01-02T18:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T18:22:42.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Da GloboNews: "Representantes de Direitos Humanos pedem rigor nas investigações da morte de Fernando Dutra"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que mal pergunte: tem alguém dos "Direitos Humanos" acompanhando, dando assistência à família do Olivetto, por exemplo?&lt;br /&gt;E das outras vítimas, cujos nomes sequer sabemos, que passaram as festas de fim de ano sob a guarda de sequestradores?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8351231?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8351231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8351231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8351231' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8345794</id><published>2002-01-02T14:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T19:44:28.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ano começando bem: bastante trabalho, graças a Deus e ao meu esforço! hehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8345794?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8345794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8345794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8345794' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8345390</id><published>2002-01-02T14:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T14:14:12.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia lindo em Sampa. Céu azulzíssimo, temperatura agradável, vento gostoso.&lt;br /&gt;CD do dia: Almir Sater. Idéia de quem? De quem? Arrá! &lt;a href="http://egoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Dele,&lt;/a&gt; é claro! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8345390?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8345390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8345390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8345390' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8329328</id><published>2002-01-01T22:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T22:48:00.660-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; Você já sorriu hoje? &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça de sorrir. Precisamos fazer a alegria e o bem triunfarem. É questão de sobrevivência. Ajuda aí, vai! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8329328?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8329328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8329328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8329328' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8329288</id><published>2002-01-01T22:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T22:45:45.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O pôr do sol hoje em São Paulo foi um verdadeiro show, um presente mesmo, da natureza. Benvindo, 2002!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8329288?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8329288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8329288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8329288' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8300311</id><published>2001-12-31T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T16:13:53.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt; "Quando os deuses se encontraram &lt;br /&gt;E riram pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Eles criaram os planetas, as águas, o dia e a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando riram pela segunda vez,&lt;br /&gt;Criaram as plantas, os bichos e os homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando gargalharam pela última vez,&lt;br /&gt;Eles criaram a alma."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(de um papiro egípcio)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="24px"&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;Nunca foi tão importante ver a alegria triunfar. &lt;br /&gt;FELIZ 2002!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8300311?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8300311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8300311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8300311' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8293991</id><published>2001-12-31T08:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T08:02:30.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Post roubado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"TV paga é igual rodízio de churrasco, onde te vendem 200 quilos de carne e você aproveita só uns três pedacinhos que vêm macios, quentes e no ponto certo."&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://catarro.blogspot.com"&gt;Catarro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8293991?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8293991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8293991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8293991' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8264782</id><published>2001-12-30T00:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T00:32:49.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Morreu Cássia Eller&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a droga da droga. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8264782?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8264782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8264782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8264782' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8257776</id><published>2001-12-29T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T17:35:51.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/logos/tophat.gif" width="160" height="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8257776?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8257776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8257776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8257776' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8257738</id><published>2001-12-29T17:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T17:33:28.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/logos/macacos.gif" width="224" height="75"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8257738?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8257738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8257738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8257738' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8252232</id><published>2001-12-29T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T10:38:18.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Ontem, no Jornal da Record&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marta Suplicy terá para 2002 o maior orçamento que um prefeito de São Paulo já teve."&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, a desculpa era a falta de dinheiro. Todos os erros duramente criticados nos seus antecessores foram repetidos.&lt;br /&gt;Ano que vem tem grana. Qual será a desculpa? Ou não precisa desculpa? Ou vai mesmo pendurar um diploma de incompetente na parede do gabinete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior é pensar que se não fosse ela, seria o Maluf...ê tristeza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8252232?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8252232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8252232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8252232' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8230540</id><published>2001-12-28T12:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T12:40:21.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Amigos são tudooooooo. E Coca-Cola é nada! (como diria Bee Scott..)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8230540?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8230540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8230540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8230540' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8213086</id><published>2001-12-27T16:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T17:44:46.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSEI PARA A SEGUNDA FASE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8213086?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8213086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8213086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8213086' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8212087</id><published>2001-12-27T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T16:12:10.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ufa! Pensei que nunca mais entraria aqui...humpf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8212087?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8212087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8212087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8212087' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8180956</id><published>2001-12-25T07:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-25T08:05:18.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da coluna do Ricardo Freire, no Jornal da Tarde: "Continua lindo&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me gabar: neste exato momento, estou aproveitando a melhor coisa de São Paulo: o Rio de Janeiro. &lt;br /&gt;(Pronto. Aconteceu de novo. Sempre que lanço esta bravata, consigo deixar paulistanos e cariocas igualmente furibundos.) &lt;br /&gt;Mas é verdade. São Paulo só é melhor que Paris, melhor que Londres, melhor que Roma e melhor que Nova York porque é a única grande cidade do mundo com vôos de meia em meia hora para o Rio.&lt;br /&gt;Morro de inveja daqueles personagens que vivem na ponte-aérea, têm um pé no Jardim Botânico e outro no Jardim Paulista e declaram, sempre que podem: “Rio e São Paulo são cidades complementares”. E são mesmo. A proximidade e o contraste entre as duas valorizam suas qualidades (e amplificam seus defeitos). Quem mora em uma só sabe falar bem da outra. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O texto completo você encontra &lt;a href="http://www.jt.estadao.com.br/colunistas/xongas.html"&gt; aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8180956?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8180956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8180956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8180956' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8143609</id><published>2001-12-23T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T13:35:58.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zeca me ligou do ferry-boat que faz a travessia Itaparica-Salvador. Que chato,né? Hehehehehehe...Bom demais ouvir os amigos do coração. Cheers, Zequito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8143609?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8143609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8143609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8143609' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8135548</id><published>2001-12-23T01:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T01:43:11.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Troquei tudo. Mas não é isso que eu quero ainda..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8135548?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8135548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8135548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8135548' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8124876</id><published>2001-12-22T14:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T14:45:02.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, D.Marta...que vergonha!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Outros seis membros da bancada _Carlos Neder, José Eduardo Cardozo, Nabil Bonduki, Lucila Pizani, Vicente Cândido e Aldaíza Sposati_ votaram a favor, mas fizeram um documento protestando contra a inclusão dos gastos com inativos na verba da educação e a resistência do governo em fazer a retirada gradativa desses gastos para o sistema previdenciário do município.&lt;br /&gt;Depois da votação, às 6h de hoje, vereadores do PSDB desfilaram pelo plenário com um caixão, feito de um caixote de madeira, para &lt;b&gt;simbolizar a morte da educação.&lt;/b&gt;O governo só conseguiu aprovar a mudança da Lei Orgânica, às 10h, por causa do apoio do malufista Edivaldo Estima (PPB). Ele já tinha apoiado o governo na primeira votação e foi suspenso do partido. Com a reincidência, Estima deve deixar o PPB..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não há por que processar Paulo Maluf e Celso Pitta por causa da não-aplicação dos 30% na educação depois da votação de hoje", afirmou o vereador Claudio Fonseca (PC do B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8124876?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8124876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8124876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8124876' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8100755</id><published>2001-12-21T13:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T13:05:26.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;A frieza dos números&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem participei de um trabalho em grupo. Éramos 12 pessoas, todas residentes em Sampa. Pasmem: das 12, &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; já haviam sofrido sequestros-relâmpago (graças a Deus - &lt;b&gt; sim, porque eu não poderia dar graças ao governador, à justiça ou ao Secretário de Segurança, né?&lt;/b&gt; - eu sou uma das 3 felizardas!). Mas, pior do que a frieza destes números é perceber que TODAS essas pessoas contam o fato e se referem ao sequestro como se estivessem descrevendo um filme que assistiram no último fim de semana. Riem, descrevem detalhes "hilários", falam dos sequestradores como se falassem do rapaz que estava na fila do cinema. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas se acostumaram à violência e acham &lt;b&gt;um grande negócio&lt;/b&gt; sair de um sequestro sem maiores danos físicos. A população está conformada. &lt;br /&gt;Não vi uma só das pessoas dizer algo como: "Precisamos fazer alguma coisa!"&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei chocada com a passividade com que engolimos o que nos empurram goela abaixo....Brasiu, siu, siu...   :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8100755?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8100755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8100755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8100755' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8100194</id><published>2001-12-21T12:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T12:39:26.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Rei&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Meu amigo, volte logo / venha ensinar meu povo / que o amor é importante / vem dizer tudo de novo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/logos/rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8100194?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8100194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8100194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8100194' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8097458</id><published>2001-12-21T09:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T09:42:36.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pois é&lt;br /&gt;Fica o dito e o redito por não dito&lt;br /&gt;E é difícil dizer que foi bonito&lt;br /&gt;É inútil cantar o que perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Buarque - Pois é)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8097458?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8097458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8097458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8097458' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8097388</id><published>2001-12-21T09:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T09:37:46.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora&lt;br /&gt;Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora &lt;br /&gt;Me conta agora como hei de partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios &lt;br /&gt;Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios &lt;br /&gt;Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nós, nas travessuras das noites eternas &lt;br /&gt;Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas &lt;br /&gt;Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão &lt;br /&gt;Se na bagunça do teu coração &lt;br /&gt;Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, se na desordem do armário embutido &lt;br /&gt;Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido &lt;br /&gt;E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos &lt;br /&gt;Teus seios inda estão nas minhas mãos &lt;br /&gt;Me explica com que cara eu vou sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, acho que estás só fazendo de conta &lt;br /&gt;Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta &lt;br /&gt;Agora conta como hei de partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Buarque - Eu te amo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8097388?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8097388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8097388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8097388' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8089216</id><published>2001-12-21T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T00:54:59.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Algum vizinho daqui do prédio comprou um videokê...eu não aguento mais ouvir "Andança".....humpf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8089216?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8089216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8089216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8089216' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8088672</id><published>2001-12-21T00:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T00:26:19.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;E por falar em saudades, onde andam vocês?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lunarossa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lili&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.anja_lala_teste.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babalú&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.paginaum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;, Portuga, Isabel Regina, Ab, Fradinho, Asterix, Mayra, Cindy, Gina, &lt;a href="http://feitonacozinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://espelho_meu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bibidapieve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bíbi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "comments" anda muito vazio! Ara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8088672?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8088672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8088672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8088672' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8088356</id><published>2001-12-21T00:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T00:10:51.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cartão de Natal dos Anjos de Prata&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/logos/cartaoimg.jpg" width=349 height=481&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/logos/cartao.gif" width=349 height=481&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8088356?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8088356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8088356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8088356' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8077069</id><published>2001-12-20T15:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T15:54:17.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;BIG&gt; SOLIDARIEDADE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filantropia.org.br"&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/Jafiz.gif" widht=70 height=113&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você? Já fez? Faça. É fácil: clica ali ó, no coração! ;o)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8077069?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8077069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8077069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8077069' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8076293</id><published>2001-12-20T15:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T15:20:26.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por motivos que não vem ao caso comentar aqui, hoje tive que atravessar a cidade de carro. Que aventura... Tive tempo pra algumas observações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. São Paulo não é mais uma cidade com buracos. É um buraco onde ainda restam alguns pedacinhos de cidade.&lt;br /&gt;. Os motoboys estão cada vez piores. Fazem O QUE QUEREM no meio do  trânsito. &lt;br /&gt;. A Prefeitura de São Paulo criou uma indústria de multas. Máquina de fazer dinheiro. Sobre cada viaduto está plantado um marronzinho cuja única função é multar compulsivamente. O couro comendo no trânsito, acidentes acontecendo e ele lá, na maior, só anotando placas.&lt;br /&gt;. No caminho, resolvi ouvir noticiário de rádio para ver como andam as coisas....Humpf.... A Prefeita de São Paulo, D.Marta Suplício,  só consegue fazer coisas que ela criticava veementemente nas administrações anteriores. Não que eu seja a favor do que fizeram os que a antecederam, mas faça-me o favor,né? Critica e depois faz igual???????????????&lt;br /&gt;. Fui a uma empresa que fica numa casa. Esta casa é recuada e na frente dela tem uma área para "estacionamento para clientes e visitantes". Cheguei e, óbviamente, coloquei meu carro ali. Estacionamento é feito para estacionar, não é isso? Acontece que a empresa não estava aberta ainda. Eu cheguei 15 minutos antes do horário. Advinhem quem veio me receber! Um flanelinha. Flanelinha em estacionamento de empresa é um pouco demais pra minha cabeça. Argumentei que estava estacionando no estacionamento da empresa onde eu ia entrar assim que as portas se abrissem. Resposta: "Mas ainda não abriu, e antes de abrir a gente é que tomamos conta aqui dessa área."  Sem comentários....&lt;br /&gt;. Voltei pela Marginal Pinheiros. Lixo, buracos, desmandos...tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8076293?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8076293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8076293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8076293' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8059864</id><published>2001-12-19T23:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T23:56:34.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô com vontade de escrever hoje naummmmmmmmm. Pronto. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8059864?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8059864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8059864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8059864' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-8004629</id><published>2001-12-18T00:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T00:39:41.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mixi.blogspot.com"&gt;Mixi,&lt;/a&gt; teu blog é rico. Rico demais. Absurdamente rico, de sinceridade, de alegria, de tudo de bom. E eu vou lá T-O-D-O-D-I-A-A-A-A-A-A! Beijoca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: (tô ficando igual à &lt;a href="http://lunarossa.blogspot.com"&gt;Lili&lt;/a&gt;!!!) Beijo no &lt;a href="http://egoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Zequito&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;AINDA&lt;/b&gt; não dei....buáááááá....(notou o "ainda"?) Um cliente me mandou um trabalho de última hora e adiou a viagem. Mas não se preocupe! O seu beijo será dado! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-8004629?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8004629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/8004629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8004629' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7992633</id><published>2001-12-17T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T17:10:12.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que eu decorei o blog? Ora, porque Natal pra mim é &lt;b&gt;só&lt;/b&gt; mesmo o que esta decoração mostra: a comemoração do nascimento de Cristo. Tô com Ele e não abro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7992633?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7992633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7992633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7992633' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7992522</id><published>2001-12-17T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T00:41:20.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversando no ICQ, vejo que não sou só eu que odeio as tais "festas de fim de ano", "copa do mundo" e eventos semelhantes. Sei lá, mas parece que fica todo mundo maluco. Tipo neurose coletiva mesmo. As pessoas não estão nem aí umas pras outras durante o ano inteiro e no Natal....transformação! Todos ficam "bonzinhos". Outras, detestam futebol, querem matar o marido e/ou o filho que assiste(m) futebol a vida inteira, mas quando chega a tal da Copa do Mundo, se transformam em "torcedoras fanáticas". &lt;br /&gt;Natal, dia das Mães, dia dos Pais, etc, pra mim é todo dia. Copa do Mundo? Francamente, eu tenho mais o que fazer do que ficar assistindo aquele bando de homens correndo atrás de bola...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7992522?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7992522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7992522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7992522' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7991726</id><published>2001-12-17T16:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T16:36:15.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corrigindo o post ali de baixo, outro blog se antecipou à (ao) Jackie Miller: &lt;a href="http://leitedepato.blogspot.com"&gt;este aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Realmente a vida dos segredos é breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7991726?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7991726' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7991578</id><published>2001-12-17T16:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T16:31:09.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terminada a Casa dos Artistas, restam algumas observações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Todo mundo tem que tirar o chapéu pro SS messsssmooo! &lt;br /&gt;- O Alexandre Frota não é uma ameba. Peço aqui, publicamente, desculpas às amebas. Ofendi-as todas. Ele é inclassificável. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7991578?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7991578' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7991421</id><published>2001-12-17T16:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T16:24:49.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jackie Miller dando "furos" atrasados...tsc,tsc,tsc. Na sexta-feira, a &lt;a href="http://anja_lala_teste.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lalá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; já tinha noticiado o tal do blog secreto. E o B, S &amp; C já tinha até linkado, na 4a. feira...(vide post intitulado "Ai que nojo"). É só bola fora...hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7991421?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7991421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7991421' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7952240</id><published>2001-12-15T14:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-15T14:47:55.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calma,&lt;a href="http://egoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vadinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, estamos chegando! Eu e Teodoro! rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7952240?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7952240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7952240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7952240' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7927601</id><published>2001-12-14T14:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T14:00:58.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ueeeeeeeeeebaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Parece que os céus conspiram a favor! Voar com a comandante, chegar ao Rio e encontrar amigos do coração, viajar com ELE.......uhuuuuuuu! Isso é privilégio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7927601?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7927601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7927601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7927601' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7927578</id><published>2001-12-14T13:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T13:59:42.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que coisa,né? Tem gente que vive de migalhas. Revisa, o nome não aparece. Escreve, o texto não sai. Faz meleca, todo mundo fica sabendo. Tsc,tsc,tsc. Não é melhor viver às claras? Eu prefiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7927578?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7927578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7927578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7927578' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7925891</id><published>2001-12-14T12:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T12:51:21.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Santos? Justo neste findi? Nemmmmmmmmmm........Vambora pro Rio! Nós 3 lá vamos fazer uma festa!"&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou ciumenta...sou só cuidadosa! hahahahahhahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que ele vai topar! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7925891?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7925891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7925891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7925891' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7924291</id><published>2001-12-14T11:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T11:19:42.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá bom, tá bom. Farei o possível pra ir de TAM. Prometo. E prometo mais: vamos dar muuuuita risada, virar esse Rio de Janeiro de pernas pro ar, como dois cariocas da gema que somos. E blergh para programinhas sem sal...coca light, nem morta! hahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7924291?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7924291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7924291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7924291' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7924001</id><published>2001-12-14T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T11:00:38.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô indo, Zequito, tô indo. Não vejo a hora de acabar o trabalho aqui, entrar no avião (seja ele qual for..hehehehehe, se é que vc me entende) e chegar ao Rio. Tomar todas? Ic! Ic! Tem engov bastante aí? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7924001?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7924001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7924001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7924001' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7923957</id><published>2001-12-14T10:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T10:57:45.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Email recebido a propósito da lembrança do aniversário da vó Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obrigaddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Voce é realmente uma pessoa maravilhosa, não tem palavras para agradecer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer, Vera? Como eu agradeceria a amizade da vó? E a sua, então? Haja dicionários! Beijos muitos, Vera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7923957?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7923957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7923957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7923957' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7923667</id><published>2001-12-14T10:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T10:38:41.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mixi.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mixi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, você ainda tem dúvidas sobre para que serviria um blog secreto? Pra "fazer sucesso", Mixi. Sabe como é? Tipo aquelas pessoas que precisam de platéia na vida, que contam uma coisa que querem que todo mundo saiba pedindo segredo. Coisa de gente sem conteúdo, Mixi. &lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em segredos na rede é como acreditar nas "correntes" que recebemos por email, na receita milagrosa de bronzeador atribuída ao pobre do Dr.Pitanguy, e coisas desse tipo. E sabe o que é mais engraçado? Esse povo acredita. Mas...fazer o quê né? Bin Laden também acredita no que faz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7923667?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7923667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7923667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7923667' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7905074</id><published>2001-12-13T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T19:01:45.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/imagens/cesta.jpg" width=302 height=548&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta é uma "Cesta de Brinde". Segundo a pessoa que faz, preparada especialmente para brindar ocasiões especiais. Linda. Tem tudo que eu gosto, inclusive o acompanhamento das flores. Pena que não tenha fotografado no momento em que chegou, embalada ainda. Ainda traz um jogo com duas toalhas de banho e duas de rosto, bordadas com monogramas. Coisa de profissional. Super bem bolada. Só coisinhas importadas e deliciosas para uma comemoração inesquecível. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers! (com Veuve Cliquot dessa vez! hohohoho)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/wink_smile.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7905074?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7905074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7905074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7905074' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7896229</id><published>2001-12-13T12:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T12:23:49.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Aniversário de Casamento&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há anos atrás, eu recebi um pedido de casamento assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se você vier  &lt;br /&gt;Pro que der e vier  &lt;br /&gt;Comigo &lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo o sol  &lt;br /&gt;Se hoje o sol sair  &lt;br /&gt;Ou a chuva  &lt;br /&gt;Se a chuva cair  &lt;br /&gt;Se você vier  &lt;br /&gt;Até onde a gente chegar  &lt;br /&gt;Numa praça na beira do mar  &lt;br /&gt;Num pedaço de qualquer lugar  &lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia branco  &lt;br /&gt;Se branco ele for  &lt;br /&gt;Esse tanto esse canto de amor  &lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser e vier  &lt;br /&gt;Pro que der e vier  &lt;br /&gt;Comigo ..." &lt;br /&gt;(Geraldo Azevedo) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui com ele. Estou com ele. Sou mais ele. Cheers, Toni!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7896229?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7896229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7896229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7896229' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7874240</id><published>2001-12-12T18:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T19:43:00.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Ai, que nojo!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zeca me avisou. Sim, o Zeca do &lt;a href="http://egoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Egoblog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Eu mal posso acreditar que exista gente tão doente da cabeça. Não bastasse o que aturei de neuroses no episódio do egroups, agora rola fofoca envolvendo comportamento, dignidade, amizade, etc. &lt;br /&gt;A quem interessar possa: eu tenho 47 (quase 48) anos, sou muitíssimo bem casada, tenho vários amigos, homens e mulheres - jovens e nem tão jovens assim -, uns poucos classificados como "irmãos", tenho 3 filhos com 28, 26 e 21 anos, sou brasileira, eleitora, dona do meu nariz.&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não tenho um "caso" com o Zeca. Motivos:&lt;br /&gt;1) Zeca é amigo nosso. A-M-I-G-O. Sabe o que é isso? Se não souber eu explico: amigo é uma pessoa com quem vc tem afinidades, cumplicidades. Uma pessoa com quem vc gosta de estar, de dividir idéias, de trocar figurinhas. Amigo é uma pessoa com quem você sabe que pode contar. Zeca é isso. &lt;br /&gt;2) Zeca tem a idade do meu filho mais velho. Não tenho vocação pra criar filhos dos outros. &lt;br /&gt;Entendeu? Se não entendeu, azar o seu. Mas, tenha a decência de não inventar histórias doentias a respeito de quem você não conhece, ok? Aliás, não conhece e jamais conhecerá porque eu tenho mais o que fazer do que me deixar conhecer por gente da sua espécie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vitabrevis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; não podia terminar o ano sem fazer/dizer bobagem, não? Vai se tratar, menina!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7874240?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7874240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7874240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7874240' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7851371</id><published>2001-12-11T23:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T23:22:20.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"Ninguém pode construir em teu lugar  &lt;br /&gt;as pontes que precisarás passar,  &lt;br /&gt;para  atravessar o rio da vida  &lt;br /&gt; -  ninguém, exceto tu, só tu.  &lt;br /&gt;Existem, por certo, atalhos sem números, &lt;br /&gt;e pontes, e semideuses que se oferecerão  &lt;br /&gt;para levar-te além do rio;  &lt;br /&gt;mas isso te custaria a tua própria pessoa; &lt;br /&gt;tu te hipotecarias e te perderias.  &lt;br /&gt;Existe no mundo um único caminho &lt;br /&gt;por onde só tu podes passar.  &lt;br /&gt;Onde leva? Não perguntes, segue-o" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;- Nietzsche - &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7851371?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7851371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7851371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7851371' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7832972</id><published>2001-12-11T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T11:21:42.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Papo de MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gostou do brógui de cara nova?&lt;br /&gt;- gostei.."black tie"&lt;br /&gt;- vendo só? chique no úrtimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7832972?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7832972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7832972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7832972' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7830831</id><published>2001-12-11T08:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T08:53:16.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O Saco de Gatas acabou? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7830831?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7830831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7830831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7830831' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7830723</id><published>2001-12-11T08:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T09:02:24.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Algum expert em html de plantão? Perguntinhas básicas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- onde posso colocar os links neste template?&lt;br /&gt;- vou ter que escolher o template novo ou os links? é isso? &lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/embaressed_smile.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;  Respostas no "comente" please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7830723?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7830723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7830723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7830723' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7829559</id><published>2001-12-11T07:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T07:20:26.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling like this:   &lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/tounge_smile.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7829559?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7829559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7829559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7829559' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083114.post-7829499</id><published>2001-12-11T07:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T07:17:19.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/star.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;     &lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/star.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;     &lt;img src="http://discovirtual.uol.com.br/ritacaetano/Compartilhada/Icones/star.gif" width=19 height=19&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3083114-7829499?l=bsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7829499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3083114/posts/default/7829499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsc.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7829499' title=''/><author><name>kika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12798687126513082672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
