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text-align: center;"&gt;Headband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehJTpnDFjGc/Tj1PnEt7ruI/AAAAAAAAASU/dim_ZPZDSO8/s1600/DSC02243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehJTpnDFjGc/Tj1PnEt7ruI/AAAAAAAAASU/dim_ZPZDSO8/s320/DSC02243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APjZ6-Yl6v0/Tj1QGbebCGI/AAAAAAAAASY/qDPTPxt6mQc/s1600/DSC02246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APjZ6-Yl6v0/Tj1QGbebCGI/AAAAAAAAASY/qDPTPxt6mQc/s320/DSC02246.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Canetas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8gjnfzQMwM/Tj1Qmdb3nMI/AAAAAAAAASc/3r56qHNjaMg/s1600/DSC02247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8gjnfzQMwM/Tj1Qmdb3nMI/AAAAAAAAASc/3r56qHNjaMg/s320/DSC02247.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jogo daquele tipo de bater na cabeça dos jacarés que tem no Playland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imblb0ZbM3E/Tj1RS1TJLzI/AAAAAAAAASg/m6f-SZzTqjQ/s1600/DSC02248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imblb0ZbM3E/Tj1RS1TJLzI/AAAAAAAAASg/m6f-SZzTqjQ/s320/DSC02248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vc tem que apertar no bichinho que acender. Cada nível tem uma velocidade, é uma delicia e viciante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQa1LgmQFNc/Tj1VjETkJgI/AAAAAAAAASk/lFQbfFFg2KA/s1600/DSC02254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQa1LgmQFNc/Tj1VjETkJgI/AAAAAAAAASk/lFQbfFFg2KA/s320/DSC02254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6696674018808815168?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6696674018808815168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/finalmente-compras-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6696674018808815168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6696674018808815168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/finalmente-compras-parte-ii.html' title='Finalmente Compras Parte II'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehJTpnDFjGc/Tj1PnEt7ruI/AAAAAAAAASU/dim_ZPZDSO8/s72-c/DSC02243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6937239493246580095</id><published>2011-07-06T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:34:56.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elkupwye4kw/ThRuFF2gCyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zf_OsNCyIrE/s1600/foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elkupwye4kw/ThRuFF2gCyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zf_OsNCyIrE/s320/foto.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou postar Compras - Part II quando eu conseguir pegar a camera digital com a minha Vó Dalva ou com o André. Assim as fotos ficarão um pouco melhores daquelas que tiro no dia-a-dia com o celular, okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://autoblog.jrmania.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/carro_auto_escola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://autoblog.jrmania.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/carro_auto_escola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainn tou amando fazer as aulas de direção. É muito divertido. Vou xingando ou murmurando coisas sobre os pedestres que entram na minha frente do nada, ou os motoristas que viram sem dar seta, ou aqueles outros que têm medo de dirigir perto de carro de auto-escola. Além de bater mor papo com meu instrutor. E eu achando que nunca ia conseguir dirigir e conversar, hoje percebi que faço isso normalmente, sem nenhum problema. Sou uma matraquinha mesmo, não tem jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As aulas voam, é uma delícia. Também, alguma coisa tinha que compensar o pavor que foi as 45h de aula teórica à noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6937239493246580095?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6937239493246580095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/vou-postar-compras-part-ii-quando-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6937239493246580095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6937239493246580095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/vou-postar-compras-part-ii-quando-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elkupwye4kw/ThRuFF2gCyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zf_OsNCyIrE/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6559756278503893801</id><published>2011-07-05T11:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:51:18.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Compras - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Séculos depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Semana passada fiz a prova teórica no DETRAN que em São Paulo fica no bairro de Santana (para finalmente começar as aulas práticas [hoje fiz a 2ª aula com o meu profº super gente boa, rimos muito juntos e eu amo amo amo dirigir. Quando a aula acaba dá uma vontade de dirigir mais]).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de ter terminado a prova, que foi facílima por ter caído apenas 1 questão de mecânima e vááárias de legislação, parte que estudei bastantão por deduzir (chutar às cegas) que minha prova teria mais questões sobre o assunto, peguei um ônibus que ia para a ESTAÇÃO DA LUZ, sem saber que ele tinha um itinerário bem louuuuco, que &amp;nbsp;passaria por lugares esquisitos, com gente esquisita. Quando avistei um local conhecido, 25 de março em seu lado bem tranquilo e vazio, desci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de ser Paulistana não conhecia t.o.d.a a rua de comércio mais famosa da cidade, só o pedaço mais movimentado. Para quem mora aqui, a parte que estou falando é a que cruza com a Rua Senador Queiróz e Rua Paula Souza e é o pedaço mais forte em utensílios de cozinha, desde talheres até liquidificadores profissionais, balcões para lanchonetes, ahhh tudo o que se imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrei uma loja com coisas fofas e entrei em desespero (exagero mode on) quando vi que lá tinha uma caneca super legal, no estilo da STARBUCKS custando um valor até razoável se comparado com a caneca vendida nas cafeterias da marca (R$45,00); paguei R$15,90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clfnEQq4qLM/ThMiS0RU6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/lNxMpv-Zors/s1600/SPM_A0619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clfnEQq4qLM/ThMiS0RU6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/lNxMpv-Zors/s200/SPM_A0619.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetbarbadosblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/starbucks-cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://planetbarbadosblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/starbucks-cup.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou adorando tomar meus litros de café nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também comprei uma caneca para o usar lá no estágio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjH32Ibqbp4/ThMjDmk8FDI/AAAAAAAAASM/WLoHToNQshM/s1600/SPM_A0616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjH32Ibqbp4/ThMjDmk8FDI/AAAAAAAAASM/WLoHToNQshM/s320/SPM_A0616.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É do Monokuro Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2x3HWe8Qe0/TDEAScUe1RI/AAAAAAAAD14/i9sClXqGjV4/s400/monokuro_boo+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2x3HWe8Qe0/TDEAScUe1RI/AAAAAAAAD14/i9sClXqGjV4/s200/monokuro_boo+(2).jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m136/bylecca/me-020.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; 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color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6559756278503893801?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6559756278503893801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/compras-parte-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6559756278503893801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6559756278503893801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/compras-parte-i.html' title='Compras - Parte I'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clfnEQq4qLM/ThMiS0RU6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/lNxMpv-Zors/s72-c/SPM_A0619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3390813236810375779</id><published>2011-06-21T20:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:01:18.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indefinido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;INDEFINIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;(latim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;indefinitus, -a, -um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;1. Adj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Que não é claramente identificado ou determinado; não definido.= incerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tou vivendo no piloto automático, numa mistura secreta de emoções , transparecendo sempre aos conhecidos &amp;nbsp;auto-confiança &amp;nbsp;e felicidade quando na verdade no meu íntimo, naquilo que chamam de alma, sinto o contrário. Ou não. É uma mistura de coisas sentidas e vividas que definir é complicado e demanda tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnLiD3oObRk/TdcpLc5RZnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TQzmQsdEqBg/s1600/indefinida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnLiD3oObRk/TdcpLc5RZnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TQzmQsdEqBg/s320/indefinida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3390813236810375779?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3390813236810375779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/indefinido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3390813236810375779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3390813236810375779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/indefinido.html' title='Indefinido'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnLiD3oObRk/TdcpLc5RZnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TQzmQsdEqBg/s72-c/indefinida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3816795773756053280</id><published>2011-06-13T09:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:59:54.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é aniversário de Fernando Pessoa, um dos meus escritores preferidos. Veja o que escrevi sobre ele no dia 9 de dezembro do ano passado no Pirearte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Priscila Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é porr&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tuguês, inteligente, romântico, ah como eu o amo. Face magra, nariz longo e pontudo. Costumeiramente usa chapéu, óculos redondo e gravata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse é Fernando Pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosnoorkut.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/fernando-pessoa-frases.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.recadosnoorkut.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/fernando-pessoa-frases.jpg" t8="true" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que pode ser Alberto Caieiro, o ambientalista; Álvaro de Campos, o engenheiro; Ricardo Reis, o médico... todos são seus heterônimos, isto é, autores fictícios (que não existem na vida real) com personalidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quer conhecer um pouquinho mais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então leia um pedacinho do que a enciclopédia Wikipedia diz sobre cada um:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alberto Caieiro foi um poeta ligado à natureza,de completa simplicidade, que despreza e repreende qualquer tipo de pensamento filosófico, afirmando que pensar obstrui a visão ("pensar é estar doente dos olhos") e que ao pensar entramos num mundo complexo e problemático onde tudo é incerto e obscuro diga-se de passagem que nesse ponto ele tem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ricardo Reis é descrito como um médico que se definia como latinista e monárquico. De certa maneira, simboliza a herança clássica na literatura ocidental. O fim inexorável de todos os seres vivos é uma constante na sua obra, clássica, depurada e disciplinada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos era um engenheiro de educação inglesa e origem portuguesa, mas sempre com a sensação de ser um estrangeiro em qualquer parte do mundo.É revoltado e crítico e faz a apologia da velocidade e da vida moderna, com uma linguagem livre, radical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Além deles, há também obras ortónimas (ele mesmo, o autor de verdade, que existe na realidade) de Pessoa e o semi heterônimo (com muitos elementos do autor real com o autor fictício) Bernardo Soares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe, eu gosto muito de Pessoa, principalmente de Alberto Caieiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse amor pelas obras dele começou no 2º ou 3º ano do ensino médio no colégio Manuel Ciridião Buarque (onde cursei todo o ensino médio) nas aulas de literatura com a professora de português, excelente por sinal, que se minha memória não me trai,chama-se Elza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em determinada hora ela pedia para um aluno, escolhido por ela, ler em voz alta um pedaço da obra de um desses heterónimos, sendo que depois todos tinham que procurar entender o que o autor quis dizer e ainda identificar, por meio do estilo, do modo de escrever, quem era o autor do trecho lido. Eram aulas reflexivas, gostosas que até hoje me inspiram!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3816795773756053280?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3816795773756053280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-realizar-um-sonho-e-preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3816795773756053280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3816795773756053280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-realizar-um-sonho-e-preciso.html' title='Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar.'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5859834640292981335</id><published>2011-06-05T11:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T11:46:14.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra quê complicar tudo??</title><content type='html'>Explica pra mim??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os doutrinadores (os carinhas inteligentes e experientes que escrevem livros para os estudantes) querem complicar a sua escrita e consequentemente o nosso entendimento??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja: * Maioridade senil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="primeiro" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;Senilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="significado" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;s.f. Um dos últimos passos no processo chamado envelhecimento. A senilidade ocorre quando o envelhecimento, acarreta um esmorecimento da memória e dificuldades físicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="significado" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bastava dizer:&lt;/span&gt; o velhinho que já não consegue mais se locomover direito e não consegue se lembrar da esposa, filhos, sobrinhos e muito menos do neto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="significado" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="significado" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="significado" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5859834640292981335?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5859834640292981335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/pra-que-complicar-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5859834640292981335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5859834640292981335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/pra-que-complicar-tudo.html' title='Pra quê complicar tudo??'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1203626492080672132</id><published>2011-05-09T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:30:45.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jovem Nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serial Killer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcast'/><title type='text'>Sobre o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe, chega uma hora da vida em que o tempo se transforma em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, saber aproveitá-lo é preenchê-lo com coisas interessantes. É isso que eu tento fazer, mas há momentos que eu aproveito o tempo dormindo, jogando, fazendo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas viagens de ônibus que faço diariamente não consigo dormir, como a maioria das pessoas fazem e escutar música todo dia demanda tempo para renovar o mp3 do celular para não enjoar, fora que prefiro ler do que escutar. Aí que vou participar de um evento simulador do Tribunal de Nuremberg (ou Tribunal Militar Internacional realizado na Alemanha, na cidade Nuremberg, julgou 24 dos principais &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;criminosos&lt;/span&gt; da Segunda Grande Guerra) &amp;nbsp;nesse fds e como não sou expert nem nada tive que correr atrás de materiais para estudar, porque terei que defender um adepto da ideologia que todos repugnam, o nazismo. And me indicou um podcast que falava &amp;nbsp;um pouco sobre essa época: Nerdcast - Operação Valquíria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;os caras são demais&lt;/span&gt;! Depois que ouvi esse episódio, por ter gostado tanto, quis ouvir mais. E mais, mais, mais e tanto mais que agora não consigo nem continuar minha leitura feita nos ônibus &amp;nbsp;que é sobre um dos assuntos que eu mais gosto: Serial Killers. Eu só quero escutar os tais podcasts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jovem Nerd&lt;/span&gt; é um site com conteúdos nerds (ohhh) tratados por nerds em uma conversa informal de mais ou menos 60 minutos que pode ser escutada no site, no pc ou no celular &amp;nbsp;por meio de download - como eu faço -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os nerds que participam da conversa que eu conheço e gosto pelos poucos podcasts que ouvi dos muitos disponíveis no site são:&amp;nbsp;Jovem Nerd, Sra. Jovem Nerd, Azaghâl, Portuguesa e Sr. K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os episódio que já ouvi e recomendo são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou chamar o síndico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- O casamento, os presentes e a geleinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Isso é coisa de f#dido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Isso é uma vergonha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Garanto que não será tempo perdido e que vc rirá bastante, com perigo de passar vergonha se ouvir em locais públicos como eu que ouvi e gargalhei no restaurante, almoçando sozinha antes de ir para o estágio , no ônibus etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1203626492080672132?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1203626492080672132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1203626492080672132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1203626492080672132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-tempo.html' title='Sobre o tempo'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8788141083690104875</id><published>2011-05-06T22:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:08:26.532-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Birds'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procurando delicinhas pra fazer no Domingo de Dia das Mães, olha o que me arranca um "Ownnn que fofo! Não acredito que fizeram isso tb."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeSLDtQamiI/TcSm8xu0wiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E1htwrYy6Kc/s1600/MG_8108JJ2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeSLDtQamiI/TcSm8xu0wiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E1htwrYy6Kc/s320/MG_8108JJ2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Achei&amp;nbsp; num site que gosto pra caramba para me inspirar nos meus cupcakes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Olha que bacana os cupcakes que fizemos pro aniversário do Levi na última semana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já estão fazendo um baita sucesso no Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vem dar uma olhada na nossa Galeria ou entre na nossa página do Facebook pra ver a família toda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só não vá deixá-los ainda mais bravos…"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dá para acreditar???﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem moldou merece um super PARABÉNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entra aí pra ver o site, vc não vai conseguir fechar em menos de&amp;nbsp; 5 minutos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cupcakeito.com.br/wp/?cat=12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cupcakeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8788141083690104875?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8788141083690104875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/procurando-delicinhas-pra-fazer-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8788141083690104875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8788141083690104875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/procurando-delicinhas-pra-fazer-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeSLDtQamiI/TcSm8xu0wiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E1htwrYy6Kc/s72-c/MG_8108JJ2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7526754575617387647</id><published>2011-05-06T22:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:41:43.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWbkTr7g-A/TcSeBhgIXuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Im5Je5SUNSE/s1600/banner-jack-sparrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWbkTr7g-A/TcSeBhgIXuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Im5Je5SUNSE/s400/banner-jack-sparrow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Atirador do RJ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7526754575617387647?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7526754575617387647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/atirador-do-rj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7526754575617387647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7526754575617387647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/atirador-do-rj.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWbkTr7g-A/TcSeBhgIXuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Im5Je5SUNSE/s72-c/banner-jack-sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1398727908544297444</id><published>2011-05-03T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:21:15.333-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Birds'/><title type='text'>A febre, o vício</title><content type='html'>Todo mundo ligado em cinema já deve ter assistido o filme &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RIO&lt;/span&gt;, mas eu ainda não tinha visto porque a cada fds que chegava era uma coisa a ser feita como prioridade, o que me impedia de ir ao cine. Um sábadão tive que passar estudando Direito Penal, outro tava sem ânimo e em outro tinha que ensaiar uma peça teatral, pequena mas que causou preocupação e ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente nesse fds fomos, eu, Vic e And a noitinha comer pipoquitas e assistir ao filme. Estávamos merecendo: eu por causa dos milhões de motivos citados aqui nesse post e também nos outros tantos aí em baixo, o And porque tinha acabado de apresentar a monografia da pós e a Vic porque é criança e criança deve sair para passear TODO fds (bem, isso é o que eles pensam, achando que nosso dinheiro - dos pais e irmãos mais velhos- nascem em árvore kkkk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito do filme, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;demos boas gargalhadas&lt;/span&gt; e a noite foi ótima. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Massss, peralá...&lt;/span&gt; todo estrangeiro já, naturalmente, imagina o Brasil aquele monte de favelas, com montes de traficantes, crianças que&amp;nbsp;não teem pais que roubam e furtam, gente pelada dançando na rua - carnaval - porque sustentar isso tudo no filme? Para confirmar, fazer todo o mundo acreditar que aqui realmente é só isso? Achei chato essa coisa de dizer subliminarmente (existe?), ou melhor, de forma implícita que o Brasil, o Rio de Janeiro, &amp;nbsp;é só essa porcaria toda de carnaval e traficantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, assim o filme é muito divertido, se você não assistiu, não se desanime com meu comentário e assista porque&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; vale o dinheiro do ingresso e pipoca&lt;/span&gt;, é sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale tanto que até criaram uma&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; versão do jogo&lt;/span&gt; que mais toma meu tempo atualmente, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Angry Birds, com os personagens do filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2xqWcAQuSI/TcAVSgrx08I/AAAAAAAAARs/BkWF7q6CG5c/s1600/Angry+Birds+Rio.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2xqWcAQuSI/TcAVSgrx08I/AAAAAAAAARs/BkWF7q6CG5c/s320/Angry+Birds+Rio.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angry Birds é um jogo&amp;nbsp;para Iphones e Ipads&amp;nbsp;(mas já existe versão para pc - é o que eu tenho-)&amp;nbsp;lançado há 1 ano que é, atualmente, um dos jogos mais lucrativos, tendo sucesso comparado ao do imortal Tetris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sou viciada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A históra do jogo consiste no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sumiço&lt;/span&gt; dos ovos dos passsarinhos, que foram furtados por porquinhos que fugiram e estão bem protegidos em casinhas de diversas formas. Aí para tentar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; recuperar&lt;/span&gt; os ovos, os passarinhos teem que quebrar as casinhas onde os porquinhos estão com um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;estilingue&lt;/span&gt;, em que o "objeto" a ser lançado são eles mesmos, os passarinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvj5MRhJwic/TcAYO4anG9I/AAAAAAAAARw/Gf8Pysn5dhc/s1600/AngryBirds-003h.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvj5MRhJwic/TcAYO4anG9I/AAAAAAAAARw/Gf8Pysn5dhc/s320/AngryBirds-003h.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dealextrem&lt;/span&gt;e, site americano de badulaques e eletrônicos hongkonguianos maravilhosos, na sessão hobbies e toys o artigo mais vendido adivinha o que é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSF4FnUl9IQ/TcAcPe1EcEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VNkCjC4fEGU/s1600/sku_70993_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSF4FnUl9IQ/TcAcPe1EcEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VNkCjC4fEGU/s320/sku_70993_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O bichinho de pelúcia de um dos passáros do jogo. Muito legal!! Logo mais terei um meu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah é isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1398727908544297444?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1398727908544297444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/febre-o-vicio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1398727908544297444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1398727908544297444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/febre-o-vicio.html' title='A febre, o vício'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2xqWcAQuSI/TcAVSgrx08I/AAAAAAAAARs/BkWF7q6CG5c/s72-c/Angry+Birds+Rio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3533594878329138508</id><published>2011-04-14T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:35:25.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIO - O filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/LQkwNUiFqLs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQkwNUiFqLs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQkwNUiFqLs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não estava empolgada para assistir não, mas depois que vi os trailers disponíveis fiquei tipo assim, PIRADA para poder sentar na poltrona do cine e dar umas boas risadas com o filme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3533594878329138508?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3533594878329138508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/rio-o-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3533594878329138508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3533594878329138508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/rio-o-filme.html' title='RIO - O filme'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-9148311463621699058</id><published>2011-04-10T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:43:14.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Vamos ali passear e já voltamos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-9148311463621699058?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9148311463621699058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/vamos-ali-passear-e-ja-voltamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9148311463621699058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9148311463621699058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/vamos-ali-passear-e-ja-voltamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4072080242920017531</id><published>2011-04-10T12:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:30:39.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ele está conosco todos os dias até a consumação dos séculos" e " possui toda autoridade no céu e na terra".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mateus 28.18-20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ufa, me sinto melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4072080242920017531?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4072080242920017531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-esta-conosco-todos-os-dias-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4072080242920017531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4072080242920017531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-esta-conosco-todos-os-dias-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1458875280783703628</id><published>2011-04-07T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:07:37.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento muito difícil.... mas passageiro, se Deus quiser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou &lt;b&gt;enlutada&lt;/b&gt; e não sei prever quando a &lt;b&gt;tristeza&lt;/b&gt; e o&lt;b&gt; choro&lt;/b&gt; serão pelo menos, diminuídos. Na verdade, só &lt;b&gt;peço força para retomar minha vida&lt;/b&gt; que a cada dia, aliás, &lt;b&gt;a cada mês desse 2011 vem mudando bastante:&lt;/b&gt; uma fase diferente da minha vida e de meu caráter, &lt;b&gt;estou aprendendo que sou fraca, imperfeita&lt;/b&gt;, chorona e que as vezes &lt;b&gt;preciso lutar contra mim mesma&lt;/b&gt; (minhas preguiças, minha fraqueza e vontade de desistir em situações difíceis); a faculdade que mudou do &lt;b&gt;estágio fácil/moleza para o difícil, difícil mesmo&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;b&gt;o processo nada fácil de obtenção da carteira de motorista e claro&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;o estágio que me proporciona experiências boas, mas também toma meu tempo e carrega meu ânimo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peço desculpas&lt;/b&gt; aqueles que eventualmente ainda vêm ao meu cantinho (esse blog aqui que minha Vó gostava e sempre perguntava se tal coisa, tal ocorrido tinha vindo pra cá, estava registrado aqui) e já há algum tempo só encontram um pouco de tristeza, desânimo, desabafo, enfim, nada alegre ou animador... sinto muito mesmo, mas é desse mesmo jeito que hoje me encontro, afinal&lt;b&gt; o blog é o espelho do que vivo&lt;/b&gt;, do que se passa comigo diariamente. &lt;b&gt;A minha Vó Dulce, é como disse alguns posts abaixo, minha mãe, minha segunda mãe, &amp;nbsp;sua ausência é dolorida, amarga e difícil de ser enfrentada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, &lt;b&gt;encorajo&lt;/b&gt; aqueles que lêm o Meditação Vaga a não deixa-lo de lado, porque sei que um dia, não sei ao certo precisar qual e daqui há quanto tempo, mas um dia, &lt;b&gt;eu voltarei a ser a pessoa serelepe que sou, além de ser animada, um pouco desbocada, mas felizzz!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agradeço muito ao apoio das minhas amigas&lt;/b&gt;, que praticamente &lt;b&gt;me pegaram no colinho&lt;/b&gt; no dia de desespero e choque, u&lt;b&gt;m grande beijo e eterno agradecimento&lt;/b&gt; à Hevelyn, Carolina, Vanessa e também aquelas que me sustentam nos atuais dias, Hae, Rose e Cida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1458875280783703628?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1458875280783703628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/momento-muito-dificil-mas-passageiro-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1458875280783703628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1458875280783703628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/momento-muito-dificil-mas-passageiro-se.html' title='Momento muito difícil.... mas passageiro, se Deus quiser!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3827436391293518841</id><published>2011-04-05T21:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:57:59.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pessoa mais importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Minha Vó contando do meu medo de palhaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Vóóózinha linda que tanto amo, vou sentir muito a sua falta, muito mais do que sempre falei que sentiria, porque a dor pela sua ausência, sentida hoje, nunca pôde ser comensurada, medida, imaginada. Não sei Vó, como seguirei minha vida chegando sem ter vc em casa me esperando pronta para ouvir sobre o meu dia, não receber suas ligações vai ser horrível, não poder dormir ao seu lado me esquentando rapidinho com seu abraço vai ser terrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dª DULCE MARIZA, TE AMO MAIS DO QUE... TUDO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Não tive coragem de te dizer "eu te amo" ontem quando saí da visita, porque pensei que isso pudesse parecer um "adeus" e eu não queria que aquele fosse o nosso último encontro, mas me arrependo por isso, por não ter falado novamente que a Senhora era (é) muito amada por mim, a Vó linda e amorosa que ajudou minha mãe na minha criação.... MINHA SEGUNDA MÃE e a que sempre amarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fico mais confortada porque vivi a sua fé e sei que hoje os céus se alegraram com a sua chegada e sei que Jesus, nosso Pai, te recebeu com cânticos alegres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YytB-arjkjQ/TZu3_x1PQ2I/AAAAAAAAARI/T5gm7CzUsCU/s1600/DSC_0000741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YytB-arjkjQ/TZu3_x1PQ2I/AAAAAAAAARI/T5gm7CzUsCU/s320/DSC_0000741.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3827436391293518841?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3827436391293518841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/pessoa-mais-importante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3827436391293518841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3827436391293518841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/pessoa-mais-importante.html' title='A pessoa mais importante'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YytB-arjkjQ/TZu3_x1PQ2I/AAAAAAAAARI/T5gm7CzUsCU/s72-c/DSC_0000741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5888954742576825860</id><published>2011-03-19T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:01:05.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Putz, aprendi tantas coisas nessa primeira semana de estágio, mas vim aqui pra falar de algo que me tirou do sério hoje, sábado, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia de descanso e não de aborrecimento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Uma &amp;nbsp;certa pessoa adulta, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;supostamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;amadurecida, que fez "coisa errada", inclusive contra a lei, agora quer simplesmente que eu abstraia, desconsidere, finja que nada aconteceu, para que assim a vida dele não se complique e não tenha que sofrer as sanções &amp;nbsp;impostas pelo Estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe o que tenho vontade de falar: amadureça cara, aprenda que para tudo o que vc faz há consequências, principalmente se for em desrespeito à legislação. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Toma vergonha na cara!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem lê meu blog já vai "sacar" na hora de quem tou falando, mas praqueles que não lêm basta dizer para tomar cuidado porque na sociedade em que vivemos o que mais tem são pessoas aproveitadoras e sem caráter.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5888954742576825860?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5888954742576825860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/desabafando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5888954742576825860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5888954742576825860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/desabafando.html' title='Desabafando'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2645863218729556695</id><published>2011-03-09T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:15:52.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi o Dia Internacional da Mulher, todos aqui em casa estavam executando seus afazeres e nem lembrávamos que o dia era especial até a chegada do meu pai com... lindas flores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5iz7Urfsqds/TXeJvHi9JoI/AAAAAAAAARE/APwS6DA1Hn0/s1600/SPM_A0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5iz7Urfsqds/TXeJvHi9JoI/AAAAAAAAARE/APwS6DA1Hn0/s1600/SPM_A0379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As rosas foram dadas para mim e para a Viviani e os vasinhos de flores foram dados para a Vó Dulce e Mamis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito lindo né!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;PS. O André nem sabia do dia comemorativo, só se tocou depois que eu cobrei dele um "parabéns", no que ele responde: "Ah mas aí vc tá querendo demais, já é difícil guardar o dia do seu aniversário, do nosso e dos namorados." Esse é meu namorado, aquele que não sabe nem mesmo a própria idade!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2645863218729556695?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2645863218729556695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2645863218729556695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2645863218729556695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5iz7Urfsqds/TXeJvHi9JoI/AAAAAAAAARE/APwS6DA1Hn0/s72-c/SPM_A0379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2891263776531047824</id><published>2011-03-08T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:39:01.886-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre café'/><title type='text'>Melhor café amargo do que adoçado demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5n8nBSlj0Yk/TXYxMBkTyaI/AAAAAAAAARA/LMl2U_HDXTA/s1600/cafe-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5n8nBSlj0Yk/TXYxMBkTyaI/AAAAAAAAARA/LMl2U_HDXTA/s1600/cafe-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há anos adoço&amp;nbsp;minhas bebidas com adoçante, acostumei sabe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje ao colocar o café matutino na xícara vi que&amp;nbsp;o adoçante&amp;nbsp;tinha simplesmente sumido - é incrível como&amp;nbsp;as coisas somem de uma hora pra outra, &lt;strike&gt;são os duendes&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;-. Tudo bem né, melhor adoçar com açucar do que não tomar meu precioso café, aquele primeiro do dia&amp;nbsp;que "levanta e sacode a poeira". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeergh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o gosto do café?? Sumiu também, junto com adoçante!! Só senti a boca meio melada e nada do gostinho bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lembrar-me de não tomar café com açucar até que o adoçante reapareça!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;não ser que seja impossível como no caso de quando estou na casa do André, onde&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SÓ&lt;/span&gt; se faz café adoçado, aquele que já é "passado"&amp;nbsp;/ coado com açucar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2891263776531047824?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2891263776531047824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/melhor-cafe-amargo-do-que-adocado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2891263776531047824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2891263776531047824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/melhor-cafe-amargo-do-que-adocado.html' title='Melhor café amargo do que adoçado demais'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5n8nBSlj0Yk/TXYxMBkTyaI/AAAAAAAAARA/LMl2U_HDXTA/s72-c/cafe-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2399471306696146178</id><published>2011-03-07T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:01:47.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só sei de uma coisa: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;oração tem poder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por alguns montes de motivos tenho essa certeza, mas por dois atuais é que repito essa minha crença hoje aqui. Mããããs, só vou falar de um deles - o outro contarei mais pra frente - que dá continuidade ao post aí de baixo: &lt;strong&gt;A VOVÓ DULCE ESTÁ COMEÇANDO A MELHORAR!&lt;/strong&gt; Seu semblante alegre voltou e também o seu característico bom humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vó, te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXL8FLIqtc0/TXRIeP_JERI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tg6xunFMNsE/s1600/DSC_0000104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXL8FLIqtc0/TXRIeP_JERI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tg6xunFMNsE/s320/DSC_0000104.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto de&amp;nbsp;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que ve-la melhorar&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp; tipo assim, &lt;strong&gt;MARAVILHOSO&lt;/strong&gt;, essa alegria nem se compara&amp;nbsp;com a alegria falsa que acaba na quarta feira de cinzas&amp;nbsp;depois de&amp;nbsp;pular ao som de músicas que não curto junto&amp;nbsp;com pessoas mil,&amp;nbsp;fedidas e bêbadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sério, eu não sei se alguém ainda lê o que posto, mas tenho&amp;nbsp;certeza que meus amigos que viram minha tristeza quanto a&amp;nbsp;saúde da&amp;nbsp;Vóvis&amp;nbsp;oraram, rezaram e pensaram na gente. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Gente, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;brigada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;Beijo pra todo mundo e não é pq eu não gosto muito de axézão, de ficar bêbada na rua e de pular com a multidão que vcs não devam curtir o feriadão do modo que bem entenderem, fazendo isso tudo citado aí em cima, viajando ouuuu estudando... igual a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2399471306696146178?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2399471306696146178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-sei-de-uma-coisa-oracao-tem-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2399471306696146178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2399471306696146178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-sei-de-uma-coisa-oracao-tem-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXL8FLIqtc0/TXRIeP_JERI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tg6xunFMNsE/s72-c/DSC_0000104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6255973197724471494</id><published>2011-03-04T19:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:24:40.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Vó Dulce voltou aqui para&amp;nbsp;a minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já idosa, na&amp;nbsp;casa&amp;nbsp;dela (onde fazia questão de ficar) quem se comprometeu a cuidar dela, um dos filhos, não cuidou muito bem, o que conclui após duas crises de saúde durante a madrugada em que ele não estava presente ou não soube como proceder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua dificuldade na deglutição, ocasionou redução do estômago, consequentemente, perda do apetite e o pior: gastrite. Perdeu muito peso, força e energia. Sente muitas dores musculares, geme muito durante todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe se desdobra para cuidar dela e da gente, por isso digo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MÃES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não são seres normais, elas TÊM UMA FORÇA SOBRENATURAL DE SUPER HEROÍNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Que nada, já nem sei há quantas noites está sem dormir. Às vezes, durante a madrugada, acordo e vejo minha mãe sentada ou ajoelhada&amp;nbsp;lá, ao lado da cama da minha vó, pronta para ajudar, das assistência, fazer massagens, incentivar, dar esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;escondida chora em ver sua mãe&amp;nbsp;batalhadora, aquela que&amp;nbsp;criou os filhos sozinha, tendo que aguentar as safadezas de seu marido&amp;nbsp;e outras muitas adversidades,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;agora praticamente imóvel na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorei nem uma vez ainda, não me sinto no direito de chorar, quero ajudar a minha mãe e minha&amp;nbsp;mãe também, porque a Vó Dulce foi&amp;nbsp;quem me "criou" enquanto meus pais trabalhavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;filhinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dela, é assim que ela me chama desde de pequenininha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu refúgio é Jesus Cristo, minha esperança está Nele!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Se alguém ainda lê esse blog, não importa religião ou denominação de igreja, pense positivo por nós, ore, reze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6255973197724471494?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6255973197724471494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/vo-dulce-voltou-aqui-para-minha-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6255973197724471494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6255973197724471494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/vo-dulce-voltou-aqui-para-minha-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7123174363264471957</id><published>2011-02-23T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:51:10.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novela Araguaia Globo'/><title type='text'>Noveleira?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://contigo.abril.com.br/resources/files/character/images/54642/aspasia.jpg?1285268615" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://contigo.abril.com.br/resources/files/character/images/54642/aspasia.jpg?1285268615" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://contigo.abril.com.br/resources/files/character/images/54633/mariquita.jpg?1285266980" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://contigo.abril.com.br/resources/files/character/images/54633/mariquita.jpg?1285266980" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tem uma novela que eu gosto é o "Araguaia", gosto mais ainda das cenas com essas duas aí de cima que são engraçadíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo à partir do minuto 4:27: Cena pra ver e rever, ri muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1xNyzJUs4Uk" title="YouTube video player" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7123174363264471957?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7123174363264471957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/noveleira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7123174363264471957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7123174363264471957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/noveleira.html' title='Noveleira?'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1xNyzJUs4Uk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7772249030153029647</id><published>2011-02-15T21:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:01:01.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém nega que é meu</title><content type='html'>Não tem como confundir, é meu e ninguém tem igual!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxCgmuzaWw/TVsPXi1DoTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ykWQ-A2cLWw/s1600/SPM_A0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxCgmuzaWw/TVsPXi1DoTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ykWQ-A2cLWw/s320/SPM_A0047.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And no plano de fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAanofaAjp8/TVsPJUJHHuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jRE9cokdFQE/s1600/SPM_A0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAanofaAjp8/TVsPJUJHHuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jRE9cokdFQE/s320/SPM_A0046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cachorro que representa todos os cachorros que amo, amo: Shake, Joshua, Meg, Jimmy -o "gordo" -&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;Jack (ohnnn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0RaNKzAmIQ/TVsQoaVkRPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WXFG-wsZTi8/s1600/DSC_0000845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0RaNKzAmIQ/TVsQoaVkRPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WXFG-wsZTi8/s320/DSC_0000845.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joshua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8iu2c8RROc/TVsQtLTizdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZkHpUtU8emY/s1600/04-01-09_173518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8iu2c8RROc/TVsQtLTizdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZkHpUtU8emY/s320/04-01-09_173518.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jimmy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7SM7NMcciw/TVsRIKyQaYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6PEt95tz8Kw/s1600/DSC00020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7SM7NMcciw/TVsRIKyQaYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6PEt95tz8Kw/s320/DSC00020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Tio Omar com o Shake - ele é tão pretinho que n dá nem pra ver os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwnnIygL0wI/TVsSS9rOPEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KOclHEIOC3A/s1600/DSC01153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwnnIygL0wI/TVsSS9rOPEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KOclHEIOC3A/s320/DSC01153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fi, Pedro, Ju com o Jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só faltou a Meg, tadinha, ela faz tantas graças e é linda, mas ainda não tenho foto dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7772249030153029647?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7772249030153029647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/ninguem-nega-que-e-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7772249030153029647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7772249030153029647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/ninguem-nega-que-e-meu.html' title='Ninguém nega que é meu'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxCgmuzaWw/TVsPXi1DoTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ykWQ-A2cLWw/s72-c/SPM_A0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4787090510716585215</id><published>2011-02-15T21:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:39:36.113-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti etico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atendimento ruim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depilação a laser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lições de vida'/><title type='text'>Tarde gostosaaa</title><content type='html'>Hoje a tarde fui na reunião de pais e&amp;nbsp;mestres da Vic e depois&amp;nbsp;pra sessão de depil a laser, ou seja, o dia todo andando e agora tou moída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos "causos" aconteceram, como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;a discussão com uma professora anti ética;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;outra discussão de uma Sra. louca com um morador de rua na fila do ponto de ônibus;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;o&amp;nbsp;mau-humor da esteticista que não queria me atender por atraso em consequência do trânsito ótimo (Ironia MODE ON)&amp;nbsp;de SP depois de uma chuva em uma das avenidas mais movimentadas da capital. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fora a falta de consideração dela, dona do estabelecimento&amp;nbsp;e também esteticista do&amp;nbsp;mesmo, com a minha ida na data marcada inicialmente para a realização da sessão que não foi feita por queda de energia&amp;nbsp;que durou menos de 10 min (pelo que a própria funcionária dela me disse posteriormente), mas que foi muito tarde pra mim que fui dispensada pela mesma&amp;nbsp;funcionária citada acima que estava&amp;nbsp;louca para fumar e ficar sem&amp;nbsp;trabalhar no dia do acontecido e que me dispensou dizendo que ligaria para remarcar comigo ( oque não aconteceu), porque depois de&amp;nbsp;3 dias de espera + 2 meses de espera para&amp;nbsp;espera do tempo entre uma sessão e outra que conciliasse com o término das férias da dona do local, fui eu quem ligou&amp;nbsp;e remarcou para o único horário do dia seguinte, péssimo para mim, mas melhor do que esperar até o mês seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ain, olha, fiquei assim,&amp;nbsp;D-E-C-E-P-C-I-O-N-A-D-A com o atendimento delas&amp;nbsp; (funcionária e dona), mas o importante é que depois de uma discussão educada minha viagem até o outro lado da cidade&amp;nbsp; não foi em vão PELA 2ª VEZ!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com as minhas&amp;nbsp;últimas experiências de trabalhos aprendi a NUNCA DEMONSTRAR A OUTRA PARTE QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ NERVOSA,&amp;nbsp;NÃO GRITAR, NÃO FAZER ESCÂNDALOS! Finja que aprendeu todas as lições de yoga&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e que as está praticando ali, naquele momento, enquanto essa outra parte sim, faz tudo o que vc estaria fazendo (explodindo, gritando e fazendo escândalos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4787090510716585215?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4787090510716585215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/tarde-gostosaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4787090510716585215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4787090510716585215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/tarde-gostosaaa.html' title='Tarde gostosaaa'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5091260500227726826</id><published>2011-02-15T11:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:38:48.678-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tratamento natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poços de Caldas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dermatite atópica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantas medicinais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Deixa primeiro eu ver na minha agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dei uma sumidinha básica por causa do&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;início das aulas na facul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, da procura incessante por um &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estágio decente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (com atividades e $$ dignos de uma estudante do 2º de uma faculdade boa e com boas notas) e também por causa de uma &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agenda com o mês de fevereiro&lt;/strong&gt; completo de compromissos&lt;/span&gt;: tirei um RG novo, &amp;nbsp;já fiz &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exames de sangue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para diversos testes como glicemia, triglicérides e essas coisas que preocupam depois que a gente se torna (ou tenta se tornar) adulto; consultei dermatologistas novos na esperança de obter um &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diagnóstico diferente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para a minha alergia na ponta dos dedos das mãos; consultei também uma &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homeopata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; com quem estou me tratando atualmente (&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com muito sucesso&lt;/span&gt;, graças ao &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai do Céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que viu meu desespero e minha quase depressão por causa do problema ALERGIA no membro - a mão é um membro?- que mais utilizamos);&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viajei para Poços de Caldas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - amo Poços - para&amp;nbsp;a Assembléia Geral da IPIB e posse da nova diretoria e claro para &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rever pessoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que amoooo,&amp;nbsp;tios, primos e primas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fotos de Poços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5H4qLBrmxM/TVp-Xz_pzZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vu-F39oIQak/s1600/SPM_A0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5H4qLBrmxM/TVp-Xz_pzZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vu-F39oIQak/s200/SPM_A0306.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3unv9cren2M/TVp-dr1Wp9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/eYX5bFa_KyQ/s1600/SPM_A0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3unv9cren2M/TVp-dr1Wp9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/eYX5bFa_KyQ/s1600/SPM_A0321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zpy0CRoqnw/TVp-j6i1GTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Bl0yEtDPUFw/s1600/SPM_A0336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zpy0CRoqnw/TVp-j6i1GTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Bl0yEtDPUFw/s1600/SPM_A0336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WU04yQaAS-g/TVp_uVtoTCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NnHTeI_WL-4/s1600/SPM_A0337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WU04yQaAS-g/TVp_uVtoTCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NnHTeI_WL-4/s1600/SPM_A0337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iokRYSOFq5Q/TVp-tg3M_tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aPdlAu0NChQ/s1600/SPM_A0322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iokRYSOFq5Q/TVp-tg3M_tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aPdlAu0NChQ/s1600/SPM_A0322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnPuaAqfmNc/TVp_Onwh9FI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xGelCohUhHQ/s1600/SPM_A0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnPuaAqfmNc/TVp_Onwh9FI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xGelCohUhHQ/s1600/SPM_A0298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda há pendências na agenda de compromissos como a 2ª sessão de depil a laser no bairro onde a bota de Judas foi encontrada, testes de alergia por contato, ida ao DETRAN, consulta com outro homeopata que trato há muitos anos e é o meu de confiança e muitas outras &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui e ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas adoro isso tudo, todos sabem que ODEIO ficar parada, sem compromissos, sem &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estar entupida de tarefas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a serem feitas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe, depois que muitos &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;médicos decepcionaram-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; muito dizendo que a alergia não tinha cura e fizeram muito pouco caso do meu desespero, resolvi me tratar com a homeopatia como já disse lá em cima.&amp;nbsp;Me desintoxiquei de tudo quanto é alopatia (vendidos na farmárcia) e comecei a me tratar com plantas medicinais. Virei&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;amiga das plantinhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ervas&amp;nbsp;(menos da&amp;nbsp;Cannabis Sativa&amp;nbsp;*-* ) etc,&amp;nbsp;e puxavida, tá dando tão certo!!! Minhas digitais&amp;nbsp; da mão esquerda voltaram, o aspecto de&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pele saudável&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;também voltou, a corzinha de pele&amp;nbsp;boa&amp;nbsp;tá aqui de novo e poucas bolinhas surgem, por consequência do desaparecimento das bolinhas&amp;nbsp;quase não sinto coceira no dedo indicador (que era o pior).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora o choro acabou, como disse no começo do ano no &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/_meditacaovaga_"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;: esse será e já é o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano das realizações!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS para invejosos: Sem "agorar" heim povo invejoso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5091260500227726826?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5091260500227726826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/deixa-primeiro-eu-ver-na-minha-agenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5091260500227726826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5091260500227726826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/deixa-primeiro-eu-ver-na-minha-agenda.html' title='Deixa primeiro eu ver na minha agenda'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5H4qLBrmxM/TVp-Xz_pzZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vu-F39oIQak/s72-c/SPM_A0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2358023197575632090</id><published>2011-02-02T13:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:23:40.650-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes assistidos em 2010'/><title type='text'>Na poltrona, no sofá e na carteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe eu adoro anotar coisas desde as mais bestinhas até as mais importantes. Todo ano tenho pelo menos&amp;nbsp;duas agendas (geralmente uma que levo a sério -aquela que eu anoto&amp;nbsp;as consultas médicas, provas da faculdade, tarefas a serem feitas etc -&amp;nbsp;e outra que escrevo, rabisco, colo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde o ano&amp;nbsp;passado empiriquitei, surtei,&amp;nbsp;em fazer tabelinhas pra tudo quanto é tipo de anotações: uma para os filmes assistidos, outra para os livros lidos, outra para os animes assistidos, outra para as músicas mais escutadas e ainda outra para as séries assistidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao final do ano, olha como a tabela de filmes ficou (por data):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio o dia dos namorados - 15/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces da verdade&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 06/04&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice no país das maravilhas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 24/04&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno Invasores&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 9/05&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O colecionador de corpos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 30/05&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salve geral&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 01/06&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós que aqui estamos, por&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 07/06&lt;br /&gt;vós aqui esperamos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - faculdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo dos teus olhos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 24/06&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde vivem os monstros&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 24/06&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ilha dos medos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 04/07&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek para sempre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 09/07&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 10/07&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justiça Vermelha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 04/08&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- faculdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fúrias de Titãs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 22/08&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Xavier&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 12/09&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8,5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último exorcismo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 02/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira 13&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 12/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassinato em 1º grau&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 12/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade das sombras&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 17/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7,5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Império das marcas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 19/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - faculdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogos de Guerra 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 30/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A queda - as últimas horas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 31/10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6&lt;br /&gt;de Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 06/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropa de Elite 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 06/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atividade Paranormal 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 07/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escritores da liberdade&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 11/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt o supercão&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;13/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogos mortais-o final&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 14/11&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cinema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2358023197575632090?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2358023197575632090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-poltrona-no-sofa-e-na-carteira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2358023197575632090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2358023197575632090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-poltrona-no-sofa-e-na-carteira.html' title='Na poltrona, no sofá e na carteira'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6609809017073084196</id><published>2011-01-29T15:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:01:50.802-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='último episódio de Lost'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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+ &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pessoa com aversão a multidão&lt;/span&gt; + pessoa que malemá suporta seu próprio suor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem, orem por mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6739379530177356240?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6739379530177356240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/coragem-minha-filha-coragem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6739379530177356240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6739379530177356240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/coragem-minha-filha-coragem.html' title='Coragem minha filha, coragem!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8092574195326936164</id><published>2011-01-27T16:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:21:17.635-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ataque master mulherzinha ou quem sabe master criancinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TUG3MDaaX4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/neVIJy3UPWI/s1600/magrinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TUG3MDaaX4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/neVIJy3UPWI/s320/magrinha.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou me jogar no chão e me debater igual a uma criança ou quem sabe sair gritando pela rua se eu não conseguir&amp;nbsp;emagrecer&amp;nbsp;6kg... esses 6 kg&amp;nbsp;grudentos e nojentos&amp;nbsp;que incorporaram-se a mim ao longo desses&amp;nbsp;últimos 3 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp;meu eu de antes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8092574195326936164?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8092574195326936164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ataque-master-mulherzinha-ou-quem-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8092574195326936164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8092574195326936164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ataque-master-mulherzinha-ou-quem-sabe.html' title='Ataque master mulherzinha ou quem sabe master criancinha'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TUG3MDaaX4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/neVIJy3UPWI/s72-c/magrinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-9011258747382559878</id><published>2011-01-25T22:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:26:00.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversários de hoje</title><content type='html'>Da cidade doida que amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fernandonogueiracosta.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/centro-financeiro-de-sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://fernandonogueiracosta.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/centro-financeiro-de-sp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheia de prédios, que dão tédio, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TT9jHPfzKEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zTJopCwwlhA/s1600/Foto_A0230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TT9jHPfzKEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zTJopCwwlhA/s320/Foto_A0230.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Também a cidade que me proporciona vistas lindas sem nem mesmo sair de casa&amp;nbsp; - noite vista da varanda da minha casa -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TT9jgXI8ObI/AAAAAAAAAP0/l3mROTaoZUY/s1600/SPM_A0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TT9jgXI8ObI/AAAAAAAAAP0/l3mROTaoZUY/s1600/SPM_A0238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista do pico do jaraguá da casa de um querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa4kstR3N-8/TCgFqP4g3RI/AAAAAAAADr4/TLGxOd7PnnQ/s400/TomJobim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa4kstR3N-8/TCgFqP4g3RI/AAAAAAAADr4/TLGxOd7PnnQ/s400/TomJobim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje também&amp;nbsp;é aniversário de um dos criadores da Bossa Nova... Tom Jobim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" id="amta1" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/22817669/e3af64d5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-9011258747382559878?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9011258747382559878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/aniversarios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9011258747382559878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9011258747382559878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/aniversarios.html' title='Aniversários de hoje'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TT9jHPfzKEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zTJopCwwlhA/s72-c/Foto_A0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4226392257765317863</id><published>2011-01-22T11:53:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:52:17.681-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A cidade na qual estávamos era Carvalho, uma das localidades muito atingidas pelas chuvas sequenciais de semana passada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos no sítio, em um distrito&amp;nbsp;chamado Franceses,&amp;nbsp;separado da&amp;nbsp;cidade&amp;nbsp;por uma estrada de terra de apenas 11km. A&amp;nbsp;distância não impediu que a tragédia chegasse bem pertinho da gente: uma família de um&amp;nbsp;sítio vizinho perdeu todas as galinhas e outras criações que eram&amp;nbsp;fonte de renda deles; outra família perdeu seus boizinhos e vacas, além de perder também&amp;nbsp;os queijos já produzidos; o rio que corria&amp;nbsp;no terreno do nosso sitio,bem pertinho da&amp;nbsp;nossa&amp;nbsp;cozinha,&amp;nbsp;subiu mais de 10 metros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais incrível que pareça a única consequência para nós treze,&amp;nbsp;que dormíamos tranquilamente&amp;nbsp;enquanto chovia forte naquela noite, 11 de janeiro, foi ficar "ilhado", isolado ali,&amp;nbsp;no pequeno distrito que ficou com sua estrada fechada com os barrancos que deslizaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lama da estrada não nos impediu de aproveitar os períodos do dia com sol e as lindas cachoeiras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e7d046712127087" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e7d046712127087%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329934364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D966F95E4CBC57B1658638D85713519FB8B44C2D.D20F71CF2EA274802DAB53F62E4867EC7E7D25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e7d046712127087%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpR7hNl_TfyTbaH3kLJ9o3vpFhCI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e7d046712127087%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329934364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D966F95E4CBC57B1658638D85713519FB8B44C2D.D20F71CF2EA274802DAB53F62E4867EC7E7D25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e7d046712127087%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpR7hNl_TfyTbaH3kLJ9o3vpFhCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus Deus dê-me um marido e filha fofos e&amp;nbsp;com um bom gosto musical&amp;nbsp;para eu morrer de orgulho!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gftMYEz80_w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gftMYEz80_w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8045358321040369059?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8045358321040369059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ain-que-lindoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8045358321040369059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8045358321040369059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ain-que-lindoo.html' title='Ain que lindoo, quero que os meus sejam assim...'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-430275118460111478</id><published>2011-01-17T14:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:15:15.422-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vortamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRhBUMAruI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Zvrqjt7_6Yg/s1600/SPM_A0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRhBUMAruI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Zvrqjt7_6Yg/s1600/SPM_A0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;Não é só pose...eu realmente estava pescando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRi9VqpymI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RmlrF60OXwE/s1600/S5038679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRi9VqpymI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RmlrF60OXwE/s320/S5038679.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Júnior e Paulo Henrique ~ n tinha como ficar desanimada perto deles~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRiRsqS77I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UFkkb4exFAA/s1600/S5038727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRiRsqS77I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UFkkb4exFAA/s320/S5038727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Isa, Vic, Mamis e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRjPhWiN1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/XfOEqPjOqdo/s1600/S5038671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRjPhWiN1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/XfOEqPjOqdo/s320/S5038671.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamis, Tio, Vó, Sr. Valter, Dª Maria na beira no laguinho do sítio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRkLFEMp2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ndu0mIMXJtc/s1600/S5038774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRkLFEMp2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ndu0mIMXJtc/s320/S5038774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tia Maria e Vó Maria - mãe e filha -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRmRPz3wRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cxsF-nTvXas/s1600/SPM_A0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRmRPz3wRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cxsF-nTvXas/s1600/SPM_A0233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Vovó Dulce observando o movimento da varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRhWU2JTCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Werbv4QEck/s1600/S5038668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRhWU2JTCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Werbv4QEck/s320/S5038668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Vó Dulce e Tio Narciso dando uma voltinha pelo sítio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-430275118460111478?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/430275118460111478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/vo-r-tamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/430275118460111478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/430275118460111478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/vo-r-tamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TTRhBUMAruI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Zvrqjt7_6Yg/s72-c/SPM_A0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6463745382618309531</id><published>2011-01-10T11:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:49:03.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo ao paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giEhsQuiIMs/TDM-8xTVynI/AAAAAAAABfM/k9bFDThnTf0/s1600/s%C3%ADtio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giEhsQuiIMs/TDM-8xTVynI/AAAAAAAABfM/k9bFDThnTf0/s320/s%C3%ADtio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou indo para Minas para ficar em um sítio que fica numa cidadezinha calma, onde poderei fazer a leitura dos meus&amp;nbsp;dois livros tranquilamente. De manhã acordarei com o canto dos passáros, a mesa do&amp;nbsp;café da manhã&amp;nbsp;terá queijos fresquinhos e café torrado na hora esperando-me. Almoçarei uma comidinha deliciosa feita no fogão a lenha e a tardinha, quem sabe, tomarei&amp;nbsp;um banho de cachoeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qrC24MxaYY/Sf5h3F_Z49I/AAAAAAAABWg/uPTYX-66E_M/s400/queijos%2520brancos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qrC24MxaYY/Sf5h3F_Z49I/AAAAAAAABWg/uPTYX-66E_M/s400/queijos%2520brancos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;amo queijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6463745382618309531?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6463745382618309531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumo-ao-paraiso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6463745382618309531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6463745382618309531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumo-ao-paraiso.html' title='Rumo ao paraíso'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giEhsQuiIMs/TDM-8xTVynI/AAAAAAAABfM/k9bFDThnTf0/s72-c/s%C3%ADtio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-863340753723389289</id><published>2011-01-09T18:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:48:29.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai, tá doendo!</title><content type='html'>Mulher sofre não?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a pele muito sensível, mas sempre&amp;nbsp;depilei com gilette, que convenhamos é muito prática e rápida, mas por causa da sensibilidade tive que mudar o método da depilação para esse aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudoemoferta.com/images/4543_info.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://www.tudoemoferta.com/images/4543_info.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A cada pelinho arrancado pela raiz pelo depilador penso em desistir e ainda não tive coragem de depilar a coxa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG, como dói!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas que a perna fica lisinha e com uma aparência ótima, ah, isso fica!! Depois de terminado e com&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;hidratante&amp;nbsp;básico fica uma maravilha e sem alergias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-863340753723389289?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/863340753723389289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-ai-ta-doendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/863340753723389289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/863340753723389289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-ai-ta-doendo.html' title='Ai ai, tá doendo!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6528690216930410659</id><published>2011-01-02T12:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:42:48.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano novo!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="294" src="http://www.recadodeorkut.com/415/121.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6528690216930410659?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6528690216930410659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/linkhttpwww_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6528690216930410659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6528690216930410659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/linkhttpwww_02.html' title='Feliz ano novo!!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-9151417293547614172</id><published>2010-12-27T21:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:34:30.589-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordei no dia 24 já na cozinha: recheei bolo com mousse de maracujá ( deu muiito trabalho ter que cortar a massa 2 vezes&amp;nbsp;e rechear de forma igual as duas partes), temperei lombinho (uhnnn... depois de pronto e acompanhado&amp;nbsp;com molhinho de mel&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;mostarda&amp;nbsp;ficou uma delícia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;A massa do bolo foi tipo pão de ló&amp;nbsp;comprada pela&amp;nbsp;Mamis na &lt;strong&gt;Bakery Itiriki &lt;/strong&gt;e o recheio fiz em casa com suco concentrado de maracujá, leite condensado, creme de leite e gelatina sem sabor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como nunca temperei carnes além de bifes apavorei na hora de temperar o lombinho. Mesmo tendo receita nas mãos, liguei pra minha&amp;nbsp;mãe e&amp;nbsp;vó Dulce&amp;nbsp;(que já estavam na estrada a caminho de Mogi para a ceia com a família Corrêa) e também para a Vó Dalva pedindo dicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkU7X-6R-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uoPasai8-8s/s1600/SPM_A0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 238px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 183px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkU7X-6R-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uoPasai8-8s/s1600/SPM_A0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkgFQSjtzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ngkz9fu2jOs/s1600/SPM_A0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkgFQSjtzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ngkz9fu2jOs/s1600/SPM_A0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkWTSHIfeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cukawMhA5Lc/s1600/SPM_A0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkWTSHIfeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cukawMhA5Lc/s200/SPM_A0020.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. e II.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bolo de maracujá já pronto -&amp;nbsp;a ceia foi na casa do And, irímaos pra lá de carro. O bolo teria que ser levado por mim, nas mão,&amp;nbsp;junto com outras tantas coisas aí fiquei com medo de cair, sei-lá... acabei&amp;nbsp;partindo metade dele em pedaços e embrulhando-os em papel&amp;nbsp;alumínio tipo bem casado sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III.&lt;/strong&gt; Lombinho ainda cru, mas já temperado com bastante limão e outros temperinhos pronto para ir ao forno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ainda faltava comprar os legumes para a salada de maionese e as frutas para o ponche então e o And fomos para o supermercado, meodeos que muvuca, que correria!!&amp;nbsp;Almoçamos na rotisseria de lá mesmo e voltamos para casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Descansamos à tarde e fomos para a casa dele umas 19h e pouquinho. Fizemos a salada e o ponche lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;A ceia era para quatro pessoas e já&amp;nbsp;deu trabalho, mas ao sentar à mesa compensou... tudo ficou&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;uma delíciaaaa!! &lt;/strong&gt;O molho do lombinho, que&amp;nbsp;pelos ingredientes - mel e mostarda -, não parece nada gostoso, surpreendeu!!&lt;br /&gt;O calor era imeeeenso, por isso passei de shorts, blusinha cor creme, rasteira e um coque bagunçado beem no topo da cabeça:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkhN1Afs0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qAxH16KPsMw/s1600/SPM_A0029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkhN1Afs0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qAxH16KPsMw/s1600/SPM_A0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkg9mRkc7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/shMpoT71BMk/s1600/SPM_A0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkg9mRkc7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/shMpoT71BMk/s1600/SPM_A0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;À meia noite, fizemos um pequeno culto e ceiamos. Depois eu, And e Thiago jogamos atééé quase dormir em cima do controle do videogame.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-9151417293547614172?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9151417293547614172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/nosso-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9151417293547614172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9151417293547614172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/nosso-natal.html' title='Nosso natal'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRkU7X-6R-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uoPasai8-8s/s72-c/SPM_A0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5041847249658129078</id><published>2010-12-21T16:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:04:09.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá muito esquisito ficar em casa sem ter obrigações a serem cumpridas, bateu até um arrependimento de não ter ficado mais e tou mais ainda arrependida de não ter despedido de pessoas que me fizeram rir muito e&amp;nbsp;que tornaram-se meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os ingredientes dos biscoitos de natal estão na dispensa, mas não vou começar a cozinhar pq não quero ser confundida com&amp;nbsp;um boneco de neve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh4hBxRcMkw/SwpukqdtAcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KDkjbAJ4qMg/s1600/boneco_de_neve-1500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh4hBxRcMkw/SwpukqdtAcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KDkjbAJ4qMg/s320/boneco_de_neve-1500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso arrumar o que fazer, aliás preciso criar coragem para fazer tudo o que eu tenho para fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5041847249658129078?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5041847249658129078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/ta-muito-esquisito-ficar-em-casa-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5041847249658129078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5041847249658129078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/ta-muito-esquisito-ficar-em-casa-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh4hBxRcMkw/SwpukqdtAcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KDkjbAJ4qMg/s72-c/boneco_de_neve-1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6506264970282040875</id><published>2010-12-21T01:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:55:17.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dez horas de trabalho ao dia&amp;nbsp;inclusive&amp;nbsp;no dia de&amp;nbsp;aniversário por 14 dias já deu, agora chega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pra ficar na lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumada para&amp;nbsp;o primeiro dia de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRDNB_cAsnI/AAAAAAAAANs/-LBBRILX0XU/s1600/Foto_A0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRDNB_cAsnI/AAAAAAAAANs/-LBBRILX0XU/s320/Foto_A0037.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finge que não tá vendo a toalha&amp;nbsp; e a bagunça no guarda roupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6506264970282040875?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6506264970282040875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainnn-chega-10-horas-ao-dia-e-ainda-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6506264970282040875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6506264970282040875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainnn-chega-10-horas-ao-dia-e-ainda-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TRDNB_cAsnI/AAAAAAAAANs/-LBBRILX0XU/s72-c/Foto_A0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-555102845475876353</id><published>2010-12-15T23:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:43:36.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TQllAQF3RqI/AAAAAAAAANg/z-wBwWtdQ4Q/s1600/DSC_0000702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TQllAQF3RqI/AAAAAAAAANg/z-wBwWtdQ4Q/s320/DSC_0000702.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiiiiie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a pessoa ali em cima, essa que vos escreve? Então, ela&amp;nbsp;faz aniversário hoje...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 19 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meodeos, como passou rápido, esperei tanto pelos 18 e quando ele chegou passou tão rapidinhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... não tou escrevendo tanto&amp;nbsp;pq tou trabalhando bastantão: quase 10h por dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-555102845475876353?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/555102845475876353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/oiiiiie-sabe-essa-pessoa-que-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/555102845475876353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/555102845475876353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/oiiiiie-sabe-essa-pessoa-que-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TQllAQF3RqI/AAAAAAAAANg/z-wBwWtdQ4Q/s72-c/DSC_0000702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1565136163580600202</id><published>2010-12-08T14:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:12:52.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então né...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O temporário começou na segunda, mas o dia de trabalho consistiu&amp;nbsp;em conhecer os bastidores internos da loja e acompanhar por 2 horas um caixa já experiente. Ontem teve treinamento de 4 horas&amp;nbsp;no Hotel Marabá e hoje tou de folga, o que significa que trabalharei móito no fds e semana que vem todinha, inclusive no&amp;nbsp;aniver da Vivi, na apresentação dela de ballet no Teatro Municipal e no meu aniver tb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No final sei que tudo&amp;nbsp;vai valer a pena!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2RVnob4Mg/SuBk-AlqxyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GpUbykU7O9c/s320/Figas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2RVnob4Mg/SuBk-AlqxyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GpUbykU7O9c/s320/Figas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1565136163580600202?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1565136163580600202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-ne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1565136163580600202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1565136163580600202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-ne.html' title='Então né...'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2RVnob4Mg/SuBk-AlqxyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GpUbykU7O9c/s72-c/Figas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7854753999629952988</id><published>2010-12-04T21:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:46:05.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uhul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei de olhar a área de notas da facul e super me alegrei: &amp;nbsp;tirei 10 em&amp;nbsp;duas matérias, aquelas que&amp;nbsp;eu tinha&amp;nbsp;que elaborar uma dissertação&amp;nbsp;contendo todos os conceitos expostos no último bimestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma novidade... há uns 3 meses venho matutando a possibilidade de trabalhar no final do ano para conseguir um dinheiro a mais para tirar minha carteira de motorista, com o meu próprio dinheiro sabe, conseguir algo, uma coisitcha com meu suor (écati, seca, seca). Com as bolsas do projeto jornalismo comunitário comprei um netbook, lindinho, lindinho, que ajudou-me bastante nos estudos da facul, agora falta o passaporte para dirigir &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí que semana passada fiz entrevista em uma loja grande de departamento&amp;nbsp;e depois de um dia todo para conseguir assinar o contrato tudo foi resolvido. Começo na segunda-feira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A loja é em shopping, por isso&amp;nbsp;vou trabalhar bastante, mas espero ter ânimo pra escrever aqui no blog, meu confessionário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7854753999629952988?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7854753999629952988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/novidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7854753999629952988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7854753999629952988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/novidades.html' title='Novidades'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5002583732117439902</id><published>2010-11-30T06:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T06:40:23.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De madrugada</title><content type='html'>A semana de prova na faculdade, a última do ano, começou ontem e a matéria daquele dia, Teoria Geral do Estado II, foi tranquila, tanto que eu, a Ve, a Ca, a Rose e a Mô terminamos a prova em apenas 30 minutinhos, mas a de hoje... é do piru!! Duas dissertações que devem conter t-o-d-o-s os conceitos de antropologia e sociologia apreendidos durante o último bimestre, sem consulta aos livros, ao amigo óbvio, a nada. Vai ser fod... claro, estudei e bastante, fiz em casa um texto bom, mas quem&amp;nbsp; me garante que lembrarei de tudo na hora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de sair do abatedouro, ops, da prova, procurarei algum lugar na Lapa que tire carteira de trabalho e amanhã, depois de mais uma prova triplamente difícil de Economia, &lt;strike&gt;viajarei&lt;/strike&gt; irei a Moema para a primeira sessão de depilação a laser nas axilas - ui, medinho tá tomando conta já - .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heim, eu tou apaixonada por alguns produtos do site Deal Extreme, aquele que comprei o Dingoo (pocket game) do And, quando der colocarei aqui os que eu comprarei, mas só ano que vem senão vai demorar meio ano pra chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah só pra constar: Fiz o pedido do Dingoo no dia 16 de outubro e ele chegou no dia 27 de novembro. Espaço de tempo ótimo levando-se em consideração a época do ano que estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a figas porque é agora... tou indo pra facul.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi aqui as 6h da matina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5002583732117439902?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5002583732117439902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5002583732117439902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5002583732117439902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-madrugada.html' title='De madrugada'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5244495362226706988</id><published>2010-11-29T20:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:20:41.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo integrante no Meditação Vaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu amo cachorro, disso todo mundo sabe, mas que agora tenho um, o Mike,&amp;nbsp;acompanhando-me&amp;nbsp;enquanto escrevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é comportadinho, não atrapalha nadinha,fica lááá em baixo perto do último post. Adora biscoitos e brincar com a sua&amp;nbsp;bola azul. Vai lá dá um oi pra ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mike, o novo integrante do Meditação Vaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5244495362226706988?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5244495362226706988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/novo-integrante-no-meditacao-vaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5244495362226706988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5244495362226706988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/novo-integrante-no-meditacao-vaga.html' title='Novo integrante no Meditação Vaga'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3314386579564105000</id><published>2010-11-29T10:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:23:07.004-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Direto de Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um amigo do&amp;nbsp;And chegou há um tempo de Miami e trouxe um presente... pra mim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-André trouxe uma coisa pra vc. Como eu sei que o que vc mais quer é ver a sua namorada bem e feliz, trouxe pra vc dar pra ela um... Victoria Secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele rachou de rir com a criatividade do cara e eu rachei de rir pq até&amp;nbsp;o amigo da&amp;nbsp;faculdade dele&amp;nbsp;sabe que eu sou bem inconstante e que um novo Victoria me deixaria&amp;nbsp;feliz. É&amp;nbsp;um hidratante Pure Seduction e veio de Miami, olha que glamour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amei viu Ricardo, obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3314386579564105000?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3314386579564105000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/direto-de-miami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3314386579564105000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3314386579564105000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/direto-de-miami.html' title='Direto de Miami'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6642215948342567574</id><published>2010-11-28T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:22:50.393-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deal extreme'/><title type='text'>Quando menos se espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chegouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, o presente do Dré chegou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tinha até desencanado porque com o código de rastreamento não conseguia achar em nenhuma das trilhões de vezes que procurava no site do Correio, aí li que nessa época festiva o prazo normal&amp;nbsp;de entrega internacional é de 140 dias. Despreocupei total né. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí que ontem, num dia não muito bom por estar&amp;nbsp;estudando para três matérias e irritada por ter que estudar no sábado, a carteira (uma mulher na profissão de carteiro) grita: CORREIOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nem aí, pensei que fosse como das outras vezes que corri para atender: cartão de crédito, cheque, livros etc tal. Meu pai desceu para atender e voltou brincando comigo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Que engraçado eu não pedi nada da China. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&amp;nbsp;gritou para minha mamis que estava na sacada regando as plantas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Beeem*, vc pediu alguma coisa chinesa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha mãe obviamente respondeu que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí eu surtei né, comecei a gritar, pular, dançar: chegou ou, chegou ou!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abri &amp;nbsp;a embalagem pra conferir se era o Dingoo preto como o André queria e corri pro tel para ligar pra ele muito ansiosa para contar e aí chamou, chamou, chamou até eu lembrar que ele estava em prova na facul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo bem eu conseguiria contar a umas 2horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NÃO, TUDO BEM NADA EU SOU&amp;nbsp;DOENTE DE ANSIEDADE, queria contar naquele minuto... mas tive que aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando consegui falar com ele, adivinha? A criança surtou, queria vir pra minha casa naquele momento e se pudesse de helicóptero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele amou e não quis ir pra nenhum lugar hoje pra ficar explorando o novo brinquedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter esperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Meus pais chamam um ao outro de bem, benzão, benzinho, seria o amor, amorzinho de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6642215948342567574?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6642215948342567574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando-menos-se-espera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6642215948342567574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6642215948342567574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando-menos-se-espera.html' title='Quando menos se espera...'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4521830789543907910</id><published>2010-11-26T18:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:26:13.153-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garça na av. edgar facó'/><title type='text'>Fora do habitat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/Garca_no_pesqueiro_REFON_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/Garca_no_pesqueiro_REFON_4.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com as pernas compridas, de penas branquinhas e&amp;nbsp;bico longo... ela é linda e corajosa porque está&amp;nbsp;vivendo num córrego, isso mesmo, C-Ó-R-R-E-G-O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espantei-me dias desses quando estava indo para a facul, passando&amp;nbsp;próximo ao mercado Sonda da Avenida Edgar Facó e vi essa coisinha de Deus vivendo num lugar tão sujinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei na esperança de que ela só estava ali fazendo uma hora, descansando e que logo iria embora para o seu riacho límpido. Mas hoje ela ainda estava lá e deu pra ver que a parte das perninhas dela que ficam dentro d´agua estavam tão, tão&amp;nbsp;sujas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho vontade de ligar para o órgão da região responsável por bichinhos assim, que aparecem em lugares&amp;nbsp;impróprios&amp;nbsp;para seu habitat, mas tenho medo &amp;nbsp;de vir um monstro que não sabe, não entende e não gosta de animais e acabe machucando-a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A foto é do google, porque meu celular quebrou e assim estou orfã de camera para todos os momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4521830789543907910?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4521830789543907910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/fora-do-habitat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4521830789543907910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4521830789543907910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/fora-do-habitat.html' title='Fora do habitat'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5036391464070863101</id><published>2010-11-25T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:31:06.948-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No café da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netreceitas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Maple_Pecan_Granola_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://www.netreceitas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Maple_Pecan_Granola_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Granola com frutas, uhn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabei de almoçar, tou completamente sem fome, mas ansiosa para chegar o café da tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5036391464070863101?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5036391464070863101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-cafe-da-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5036391464070863101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5036391464070863101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-cafe-da-tarde.html' title='No café da tarde'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7296176277500551034</id><published>2010-11-24T18:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:43:27.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, daqui a pouco chega meu aniversário: 19º ano, passou rápido os 18. Mas baladas, festas, nada disso eu fui para aproveitar a maioridade, por isso tou pensando em ir em alguma baladinha legal para comemorar a quarta, 15 de dezembro tão especial. Só não faço ideia de onde seria essa tal baladinha legal &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7296176277500551034?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7296176277500551034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/nossa-daqui-pouco-chega-meu-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7296176277500551034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7296176277500551034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/nossa-daqui-pouco-chega-meu-aniversario.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5348404870819607722</id><published>2010-11-23T18:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:28:57.359-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconcertante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dentes-brancos.com/wp-content/gallery/foto1/dicas-escolher-dentista-certo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" ox="true" src="http://www.dentes-brancos.com/wp-content/gallery/foto1/dicas-escolher-dentista-certo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Consultas com dentistas são desconcertantes: nunca sei se devo manter a boca aberta; enquanto ele mexe na minha boca, bem próximo de mim&amp;nbsp;não sei se fecho os olhos, mas ainda mais desconcertante é encontrar o ex depois de uma consulta desconcertante com o dentista, af!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5348404870819607722?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5348404870819607722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/desconcertante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5348404870819607722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5348404870819607722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/desconcertante.html' title='Desconcertante'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6749208217095627983</id><published>2010-11-15T14:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:44:07.025-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá na cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/106491356/18212942" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6749208217095627983?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6749208217095627983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/ta-na-cabeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6749208217095627983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6749208217095627983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/ta-na-cabeca.html' title='Tá na cabeça'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8264242329606869739</id><published>2010-11-13T20:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:35:41.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo e nada</title><content type='html'>Acho que esqueci como tirar a cutícula direitinho sem bifes arrancados e doloridos. Ou estava com muita pressa, porque era quase 3 da tarde, não tinha tomado café da manhã&amp;nbsp;e a fome me dominava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou assistir Jogos Mortais, espero que seja O FINAL mesmo.&amp;nbsp;Oito filmes de mesmo roteiro não dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, semana passada assisti Tropa de Elite e ao contrário de meio mundo não achei o filme suuuuuper bom. Bom, bonzinho pode ser, mas booooom, bom de verdade não é não. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também assisti Atividade Paranormal 2 (será q já falei ?) que superou o primeiro e ainnn adoro filmes de sustinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8264242329606869739?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8264242329606869739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/tudo-e-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8264242329606869739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8264242329606869739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/tudo-e-nada.html' title='Tudo e nada'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4122171960133383690</id><published>2010-11-12T19:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:09:01.823-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronta para casar ... ou não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;COZINHEIRA&amp;nbsp;MODE ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou fascinada por cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TN2olnpJKiI/AAAAAAAAANU/SkZ-gmTPCHU/s1600/cupcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TN2olnpJKiI/AAAAAAAAANU/SkZ-gmTPCHU/s320/cupcakes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha primeira fornada saiu hoje a tarde. Fiz com as forminhas de papel amanteigado porque ainda não achei a sonhada feita de silicone.&amp;nbsp;Arrisquei fazer dez, dos quais&amp;nbsp;três desabaram porque enchiiii a forminha e sete ficaram bonitóns. Que felicidade, meus primeiros cupcake com massa mármore (chocolate e baunilha)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh e já foram aprovados pela Vó Dalva e Vivis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que na próxima vez acerto e aí estarei pronta para casar... se marido quiser comer pra sempre cupcake (chocolate, morango, brócolis etc). NÃO NÉ, melhor não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4122171960133383690?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4122171960133383690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/pronta-para-casar-ou-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4122171960133383690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4122171960133383690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/pronta-para-casar-ou-nao.html' title='Pronta para casar ... ou não!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TN2olnpJKiI/AAAAAAAAANU/SkZ-gmTPCHU/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4516785117709539707</id><published>2010-11-03T19:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:49:48.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assoprando 27 velinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TNHXSIytsgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WIffk6hu6Vc/s1600/S5038302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TNHXSIytsgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WIffk6hu6Vc/s400/S5038302.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é o aniversário dele, 27 anos. Parabéns And!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só nos falamos por telefone, por razões mil, por isso trouxe estes cup cakes para você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verruganagordura.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://www.verruganagordura.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/cupcake.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PS. Fiz o que falei: comprei tubinhos de hidrocortisona para passar nas mãos e assim foi que eu fiquei&amp;nbsp;bem melhor e bem menos desesperada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4516785117709539707?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4516785117709539707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/assoprando-27-velinhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4516785117709539707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4516785117709539707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/assoprando-27-velinhas.html' title='Assoprando 27 velinhas'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TNHXSIytsgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WIffk6hu6Vc/s72-c/S5038302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5515134450677069984</id><published>2010-11-02T11:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:28:28.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ain, tou desesperada porque a dermatite crônica que eu tenho nas mãos e que piora no dedo indicador da mão direita está mais do que grave... eu não tou conseguindo fechar o dedo sabe e tem bolinhas minúsculas que ardem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O pior de tudo é que eu já fui em tudo quanto foi médico: 3 dermatos no mínimo&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;1 alergologista e o diagnóstico com remédios prescritos nunca resolveram o problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu adoro cuidar das minhas mãos, tenho um hidratante em cada lugar e&amp;nbsp;em todas as bolsas, mas com essa vermelhidão e secura nas pontas externas dos dedos ela fica&amp;nbsp;com uma aparência tão esquisita, feia&amp;nbsp;e envelhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje acordei muito cedo por causa da ardência, coceira, sei-lá, aí peguei&amp;nbsp;meu netbook e pesquisei, pesquisei, pesquisei até não encontrar&amp;nbsp;mais nada novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheguei a conclusão&amp;nbsp;de que vou ter que&amp;nbsp;comprar um anti-alérgico para tomar e um milhão de tubinhos de hidrocortisona&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ToT) &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;triste, tristinha com alergia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5515134450677069984?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5515134450677069984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/ain-tou-desesperada-porque-dermatite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5515134450677069984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5515134450677069984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/ain-tou-desesperada-porque-dermatite.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-9126323880829743777</id><published>2010-10-28T19:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:15:24.245-02:00</updated><title type='text'>André - O conversador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa semana tá um pouco corrida, tanto para mim quanto para ele. Aí que ontem ele chegou, telefonou e eu logo avisei que não poderia ficar tagarelando porque tinha que terminar de ler um livro para o dia seguinte na facul. E ele concordou em desligar, mas antes falou que eu tava muito ocupada ultimamente e perguntou se ele teria que marcar horário para conversar comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele foi jantar, tomar banho e descansar e eu só liguei prestes a deitar para dormir e avisei que já estava na cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Ah é então, tou cansada, com sono... até amanhã amor, vou dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;ele:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que dormir porra nenhuma, você dorme muito, aliás só dorme... vamos conversar um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O jeito que falou, meio inconformado e bravo foi muito engraçado. E&amp;nbsp;bonitinho é saber&amp;nbsp;que mesmo depois de ter&amp;nbsp;quase uma criança de 5 anos de relacionamento&amp;nbsp;(claro que não há criança alguma, só os 5 anos de namoro) ele faz questão de uma conversinha jogada fora depois de um dia atarefado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interessante, o papel foi trocado dessa vez: o homem é que tava pedindo para a mulher prestar atenção nele e no que ele tinha pra falar não ao contrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-9126323880829743777?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9126323880829743777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/namorado-conversador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9126323880829743777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9126323880829743777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/namorado-conversador.html' title='André - O conversador'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6112433406162727529</id><published>2010-10-28T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:03:04.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roupas x perfumes, sapatos e bobeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho um dózinho de gastar com roupas sabe. Não sei, até tem peças&amp;nbsp;nas lojas&amp;nbsp;que amo e compraria, mas não compro porque:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;teria que comprar a peça do meu número/ tamanho atual que é infinitas vezes mais do que eu gostaria de usar e do número que um dia usei;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pelo motivo anterior acabo não comprando nada, prometendo a mim mesma que só&amp;nbsp;encherei a sacola&amp;nbsp;quando emagrecer pelo menos 10 kg;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quando tou&amp;nbsp;inspirada&amp;nbsp;escolho algumas peças, mas acontece que provador pra mim&amp;nbsp;é um caso sério:&amp;nbsp;sempre lotado, fedido e desconfortável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acontece que&amp;nbsp;SÓ tenho esse dó com roupas, que são,digamos, bens duráveis, mas com bens não duráveis me acaboooo de comprar e&amp;nbsp;a fatura do meu cartão sempre&amp;nbsp;ultrapassa do valor correspondente ao meu salário+mesada e são nesses momentos também (em que não há sequer 1 centavo para gastar) é que sinto-me inspirada para aturar mulheres mil no provador, caixa etc tal para comprar roupa... e aí, não compro nada de saco cheio com tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfumes, sapatos e bobeiras mil são minhas perdições... mas tou fervorosamente planejando não &lt;strong&gt;GASTAR&lt;/strong&gt; com bobeirices e INVESTIR em coisas que vão ficar no meu armário por um bom tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas antes, preciso dos seguintes perfumes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=15862521" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=15862521" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://internet.boticario.com.br/Internet/staticFiles/Produtos/ciclos/2008/ciclo_03/032008_10541_220x360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://internet.boticario.com.br/Internet/staticFiles/Produtos/ciclos/2008/ciclo_03/032008_10541_220x360.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe aqueles perfumes que te lembram uma época, algumas pessoas, lugares e tudo tudo tudo de bom e legal que você já passou em algum momento da vida? Pois é, esses dois são&amp;nbsp;OS perfumes para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembram-me um capítulo da vida. Há tempos não tenho um vidrinho deles e o primeiro que ganhei, tanto do &lt;strong&gt;in blue&lt;/strong&gt; como do&lt;strong&gt; in gold&lt;/strong&gt;, foi de presente dos meus pais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive loucura de compra-los esta semana mesmo, porque saindo de casa para ir a facul alguém passou cheirando o in gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6112433406162727529?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6112433406162727529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/roupas-x-perfumes-sapatos-e-bobeiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6112433406162727529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6112433406162727529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/roupas-x-perfumes-sapatos-e-bobeiras.html' title='Roupas x perfumes, sapatos e bobeiras'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2883895627050670192</id><published>2010-10-27T19:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:57:44.081-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preocupação com presentes que vêm de lonnnge</title><content type='html'>O André fará 27 anos (velho que só né amore) depois do feriado. Comprei o presente dele num site internacional que tem a filial em Hong Kong e é super conhecido: o Deal Extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou ansiosa, talvez mais que ele que quer logo jogar no seu novo video game, pelos seguintes motivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;comprei naqueles dias em que o dólar estava em baixa R$1,66 com&amp;nbsp;meu cartão de crédito,&amp;nbsp;mas o dólar aumentou alguns dias depois, será que&amp;nbsp;a compra&amp;nbsp;será cotada com o valor do dia em que fechei o negócio ou no valor do dia em que ele chegar (previsto para daqui 1mês)?;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;será que vou ser taxada na alfândega ( que os santos do cartão de crédito permitam que isso não aconteça);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;será que o produto vai ficar certinho sem extravios ou defeitos??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Meda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2883895627050670192?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2883895627050670192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/preocupacao-com-presentes-que-vem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2883895627050670192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2883895627050670192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/preocupacao-com-presentes-que-vem-de.html' title='Preocupação com presentes que vêm de lonnnge'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7980394103531176920</id><published>2010-10-20T20:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:35:09.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesta casa não se fala palavrão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aqui em casa falar palavrão é um dos pecados capitais adicionados por meio da visão tradicional dos&amp;nbsp;meus pais. Para eles merda, bosta, caracas e&amp;nbsp;palavrões do nível considerado por&amp;nbsp;muitas pessoas LIGHT&amp;nbsp;é absurdo e &amp;nbsp;fere os tímpanos de quem está por perto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí que hoje fazendo bolo de cenoura tudo estava dando errado. O liquidificador era fraco e não conseguia&amp;nbsp; moer a cenoura com a farinha, o oléo, o açucar e os ovos: tive que jogar fora a primeira massa porque a cenoura ralada não foi batida, estava ralada mesmo no meio de toda a massa. Fui atrás de fermento que fizesse barulhinho (indicando que estava bom) e quando voltei a Vivi estava fazendo a cobertura sem nem mesmo saber se o bolo ia dar certo. Ahhh fiquei louca no meio de tanta bagunça e soltei um CACETEEE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus pais&amp;nbsp;imediatamente se pronunciaram: EEEE boquinha heim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E minha mãe completou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Você podia falar BO-LA-CHA, CHUCHUUU, &amp;nbsp;BANANA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Me rachei de rir e pensei: Mãe, não estou&amp;nbsp;fazendo uma lista de frutas e coisas para comprar no supermercado, tou espirrando de raiva e nessas horas vomito palavrões de baixo calão, não tem jeito!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7980394103531176920?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7980394103531176920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/nesta-casa-nao-se-fala-palavrao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7980394103531176920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7980394103531176920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/nesta-casa-nao-se-fala-palavrao.html' title='Nesta casa não se fala palavrão'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6025023268188261317</id><published>2010-10-15T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:40:05.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paguei a língua - de nota 7 para 10 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi só escrever no blog e desencanar do assunto NOTAS EM PROVAS&amp;nbsp;para em uma consulta desesperançosa&amp;nbsp;a área restrita ao aluno&amp;nbsp;ser surpreendida com um 10 em Direito Civil. A Mônica estava comigo e ela também tirou 10 quase tivemos um treco de felicidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se foi porque alguém que se compadeceu da minha humilde e estudiosa pessoa e me desejou sorte ou se foi porque desabafei e&amp;nbsp;desencanei aqui no blog e acabei&amp;nbsp;não fiquei esperançosa, só sei que ontem fiquei bastante animada com o 10 em Civil e um 9 em Teoria Geral do Estado II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se alguém torceu pelo meu bom desempenho, obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudando de assunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que vou precisar do&amp;nbsp;Bombeiro pra me levar&amp;nbsp;até minha cama: na janta pedimos frango xadrês, na sobremesa comemos chocolates, mousse de maracujá e gelatina de maracujá, tou explodindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Terminei ontem a noite&amp;nbsp;a leitura do livro "De volta para casa": chorei baldes no final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero comprar um livro bom para preencher o vazio do último, mas não sei qual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6025023268188261317?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6025023268188261317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/paguei-lingua-de-nota-7-para-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6025023268188261317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6025023268188261317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/paguei-lingua-de-nota-7-para-10.html' title='Paguei a língua - de nota 7 para 10 -'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7388233932800796893</id><published>2010-10-13T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:57:38.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só reclamo - notas das provas -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tá ficando chato vir aqui no Meditação Vaga só para falar de coisas tristes ou reclamar, mas são nesses momentos que &lt;strong&gt;PRECISO&lt;/strong&gt; escrever, caso contrário&amp;nbsp;sairia escangalhando&amp;nbsp;deuses, gritando&amp;nbsp;com qualquer indivíduo do planeta&amp;nbsp;e ficaria para sempreeee emburrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O motivo de hoje são as minhas notas nas provas da faculdade que para mim não foram boas: fiquei na média (7)&amp;nbsp;em algumas e em outras passei da média com apenas alguns míseros meio ponto (8,5). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda vez que entro na site da faculdade sinto como se estivesse em um lugar&amp;nbsp;prestes a explodir uma bomba atômica. Sou tomada por vários sentimentos e pensamentos:&amp;nbsp;o pensamento positivo de que alguma coisa vai dar errado, a bomba não vai explodir e tudo vai acabar bem;&amp;nbsp;o pensamento institivo: correr - fechar o site -; ou o pensamento deprimente:&amp;nbsp;ferrou! Já era!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Semana passada por exemplo, depois de olhar a área restrita do aluno onde ficam as notas, faltas, e horas complementares e ter o resultado de uma matéria (a que eu mais estudei) entrei em pânico porque simplesmente a nota não correspondia ao esforço que fiz na hora de estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E não entendo como filhas da mãe como meu querido namorado que trabalha e&amp;nbsp;tem pouco tempo para estudar para as provas da pós-graduação tira 10 em todas as matérias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto final de novembro não chega com a próxima semana de provas decido o que farei para ter melhores resultados: me transformar em zumbi para estudar bastantão e tomar calmante na hora das provas ou não estudar tanto e ver no que dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7388233932800796893?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7388233932800796893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-so-reclamo-notas-das-provas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7388233932800796893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7388233932800796893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-so-reclamo-notas-das-provas.html' title='Eu só reclamo - notas das provas -'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7779877262233891596</id><published>2010-10-04T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:02:22.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O clima de hoje não está muito bom não, porque participei de um velório e enterro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sobre minha participação nesses momentos, sempre vivi com a máxima:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou, porque prefiro&amp;nbsp;que fique na minha memória os momentos&amp;nbsp;bons com ele(a).&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas&amp;nbsp;com o meu Tio Avô, Josias, foi diferente, não sei explicar o que senti, só sei que devia ir para acreditar que aquele senhor,alto, magro,&amp;nbsp;de fala mansa, que sempre vinha em casa com uma sacolinha cheia de mexericas ou grãos de café ou marrom glacê realmente havia partido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É esquisito para quem fica, pelo menos eu estou com a sensação de que ainda vou vê-lo em alguma reunião de família e que aquele no caixão era apenas um boneco de cera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou religiosa fanática, mas tenho minha fé e o que me conforta é saber que, como religioso que o Tio Josias era,&amp;nbsp;a salvação foi conquistada por ele com certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7779877262233891596?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7779877262233891596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-clima-de-hoje-nao-esta-muito-bom-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7779877262233891596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7779877262233891596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-clima-de-hoje-nao-esta-muito-bom-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1865544752225413126</id><published>2010-10-03T08:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:37:21.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de voto x medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tou com medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece bobo ou bem idiota... mas tou com medo da vitória da Dilma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escolher foi uma tarefa beeeem difícil, minha vontade era anular o voto, mas de qualquer jeito alguém vai ter que entrar para preencher o vazio, então eu voto para pelo menos impedir que esse alguém seja uma fruta ou tenha uma profissão duvidosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa é a minha primeira eleição.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1865544752225413126?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1865544752225413126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-de-voto-x-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1865544752225413126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1865544752225413126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-de-voto-x-medo.html' title='Dia de voto x medo'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8336116102123972105</id><published>2010-09-29T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:54:53.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Tokidoki e minha completa falta de habilidades artesanais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TKOPzfV-RzI/AAAAAAAAANE/1LJ12HQyYCA/s1600/DSC_0000915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TKOPzfV-RzI/AAAAAAAAANE/1LJ12HQyYCA/s320/DSC_0000915.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olha que coisa bonita de Deus! O Livro de Direito Romano que estava com a capa acabadinha ficou &lt;strong&gt;*super*&lt;/strong&gt; com essa do Tokidoki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antigamente era muito difícil achar coisitchas desse artista, hoje chove artigos dele na minha frente. Um dia desses estava passando por uma loja de conveniência&amp;nbsp;e acabei achando esse papel de presente Hello Kit Tokidoki. Não hesitei e comprei! Como já comprovei não tenho habilidades para encapar livros&amp;nbsp;nem para&amp;nbsp;qualquer outra atividade com técnicas artesanais, então pedi logo pro And todo cheio de manhas com tesoura e&amp;nbsp;fita adesiva&amp;nbsp;(ele vive criando adesivos) pra fazer o trabalho para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8336116102123972105?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8336116102123972105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-tokidoki-e-minha-completa-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8336116102123972105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8336116102123972105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-tokidoki-e-minha-completa-falta.html' title='Sobre Tokidoki e minha completa falta de habilidades artesanais'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TKOPzfV-RzI/AAAAAAAAANE/1LJ12HQyYCA/s72-c/DSC_0000915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-614018334718566606</id><published>2010-09-25T10:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:08:25.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre maquiar-se para o velório</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Há&amp;nbsp;dois meses temos mais uma pessoa na casa - aliás na casa da Vó Dalva que é onde passo a maior parte do tempo nas semanas anteriores a de prova na facul - que faz dessa nossa vida, às vezes um tanto sem graça, uma vida doce, cheia de risos e gargalhadas. Falo da Sônia que é a pessoa que ajuda a Vó na organização da casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sônia é nortista, falar na lata é com ela mesmo. Não tem essa de pudor, pensar antes de falar, ou falar para não magoar, ela fala. Pronto, acabou!&amp;nbsp;Faz-no rir com histórias da vida&amp;nbsp;nada fácil em sua cidade natal, em sua vinda de carona para&amp;nbsp;São Paulo e de seu dia-a-dia aqui. Pode-se até dizer que&amp;nbsp;ela é uma dessas pessoas que nos impira, nos dá&amp;nbsp;ânimo sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois bem,&amp;nbsp;tomando café da manhã o assunto morte chegou à mesa. Conversa vai, conversa vem, quando Sônia pronuncia-se sobre o assunto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Medo&amp;nbsp;da morte eu não tenho não! Tenho medo é de&amp;nbsp;ficar feia no caixão. Eu quero que me passem base, um batonzinho e que pelo amor não me ponham aqueles algodões no meu nariz. Meus filhos já estão até avisados: além do caixão, terão que pagar maquiagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não gosto de pensar em morte e nem que pessoas pensem perto de mim, mas&amp;nbsp;que quero uma maquiagenzinha quando morta, ah! isso eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversando sobre isso Vó Dalva e eu cantarolamos a seguinte música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" id="amta1" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/75931644/b6989519" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora vou&lt;strong&gt; tentar&lt;/strong&gt; estudar Direito Romano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="0" id="_am1285420050859" src="javascript:document.write('&amp;lt;body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;scr' + 'ipt&amp;gt;document.domain=&amp;quot;www.blogger.com&amp;quot;;document.write(document.domain);&amp;lt;/sc' + 'ript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;');" style="display: none;" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="0" id="_am1285420100188" src="javascript:document.write('&amp;lt;body&amp;gt;&amp;lt;scr' + 'ipt&amp;gt;document.domain=&amp;quot;www.blogger.com&amp;quot;;document.write(document.domain);&amp;lt;/sc' + 'ript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/body&amp;gt;');" style="display: none;" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-614018334718566606?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/614018334718566606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-maquiar-se-para-o-velorio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/614018334718566606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/614018334718566606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-maquiar-se-para-o-velorio.html' title='Sobre maquiar-se para o velório'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7628016441962460401</id><published>2010-09-22T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:19:53.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhas meia lua da Dita Von Teese e não da Melina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AKj1DKfOWg/TEG7HKiY2QI/AAAAAAAABQg/ElDxJReX_nE/s1600/dita-von-teese-nails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AKj1DKfOWg/TEG7HKiY2QI/AAAAAAAABQg/ElDxJReX_nE/s320/dita-von-teese-nails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imitei as unhas meia lua da Dita ( e não da tal de Melina da novela).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7628016441962460401?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7628016441962460401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/unhas-meia-lua-da-dita-von-teese-e-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7628016441962460401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7628016441962460401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/unhas-meia-lua-da-dita-von-teese-e-nao.html' title='Unhas meia lua da Dita Von Teese e não da Melina'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AKj1DKfOWg/TEG7HKiY2QI/AAAAAAAABQg/ElDxJReX_nE/s72-c/dita-von-teese-nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7389471511627795039</id><published>2010-09-20T20:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:22:18.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança de plano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheguei a pouco do cine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tinha programado um dia de estudos porque tenho exatamente 10 dias para estudar para a semana de provas&amp;nbsp;na facul, mas&amp;nbsp;alguns problemas com o namorado aconteceram e aí nos mandamos para o cinema. Acabamos assistindo Resident Evil 4 em 3D, chato né!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Masss, tou desesperada porque perdi&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;dia de estudos, os vídeos do&amp;nbsp;curso que faço online não estão rodando mesmo&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;o sinal completo da&amp;nbsp;internet e eu tenho milhões de coisas pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Preciso de um energético melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7389471511627795039?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7389471511627795039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/mudanca-de-plano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7389471511627795039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7389471511627795039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/mudanca-de-plano.html' title='Mudança de plano'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3216508966520395463</id><published>2010-09-16T20:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:23:03.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como conseguir viver??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TJKmz2at9cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UQNmJE9ZQSQ/s1600/mi_1153880240929451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TJKmz2at9cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UQNmJE9ZQSQ/s320/mi_1153880240929451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A nova edição da Isto é já chegou aqui em casa. Levei a revista para ler na academia, ainda não terminei a leitura, mas é uma das mais chocantes reportagens que recentemente li e também uma das&amp;nbsp;mais bem escritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sente só...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando ela irá se libertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Claudia Jordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pela primeira vez garota que ficou sequestrada por oito anos conta sua história. Ela comprou a casa que serviu de cativeiro e diz que chegou a sentir afeto por seu algoz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na íntegra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istoe.com.br/reportagens/100341_QUANDO+ELA+IRA+SE+LIBERTAR+"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3216508966520395463?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3216508966520395463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-conseguir-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3216508966520395463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3216508966520395463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-conseguir-viver.html' title='Como conseguir viver??'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TJKmz2at9cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UQNmJE9ZQSQ/s72-c/mi_1153880240929451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5131856253879917718</id><published>2010-09-15T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:16:25.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Covardes tomam conta do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava fazendo um trabalho da facul: lendo e resumindo acórdãos, que são os relatos e decisões sobre os casos (delitos) ocorridos, mas a questão é: OMG!, como exitem tantas pessoas daquele tipo que põe a maior moral, comporta-se como o bonzão, machão, mas no fim é mais medroso que cachorro frente ao chuveiro ou a mangueira antes de tomar banho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tem gente covaaarde nesse mundo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;que faz as cagadas e não tem moral pra suportar as consequências&lt;/strong&gt;, inventa coisas mirabolantes como justificativa&amp;nbsp;para seu erro e depois&amp;nbsp;ainda tem a cara de pau de&amp;nbsp;ficar implorando para que alguém o ajude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sorte de pessoas desse tipo é que ainda existem pessoas de caráter, de boa vida - e não digo boa vida considerando bens materiais, isso é o de menos- pessoas resolvidas, inteligentes, com caráter e personalidade, são delas que estou falando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não estou aqui proclamando-me santa. Como adolescente fiz muita merda, ainda hoje erro, a diferença está no assumir do erro e na procura de consertá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos acórdão que li é este &lt;a href="http://esaj.tj.sp.gov.br/cjsg/getArquivo.do?cdAcordao=4635789"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Para ler é preciso digitar o que está na imagem. Para entender, basta começar a leitura a partir da frase "É o relatório".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5131856253879917718?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5131856253879917718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/covardes-tomam-conta-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5131856253879917718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5131856253879917718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/covardes-tomam-conta-do-mundo.html' title='Covardes tomam conta do mundo'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2119458647270446807</id><published>2010-09-13T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:44:30.365-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme Chico Xavier'/><title type='text'>Filme Chico Xavier - melhor cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem assisti o filme Chico Xavier e gostei mesmo não sendo espírita.&amp;nbsp;A parte maaaaais legal, que voltei várias vezes pra ver de novo foi essa ( o filme em si é bom, mas essa cena é hilária):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkINM4d61GQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkINM4d61GQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2119458647270446807?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2119458647270446807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/filme-chico-xavier-melhor-cena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2119458647270446807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2119458647270446807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/filme-chico-xavier-melhor-cena.html' title='Filme Chico Xavier - melhor cena'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8025767952482426236</id><published>2010-09-13T14:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:04:41.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo - inusitado - do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo de gente louca que gosta de organização no banheiro e limpeza no teclado do net. Licença, deixa eu me apresentar por favor: eu sou a Priscila, pra maioria Pri, pra outros Lila e pra outras Frango (a Karola louca me chama assim. Por que? Nem ela sabe) a pessoa meio doida que vos escreve que tem desejos idiotas, ou pouco úteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahan, chega de firulas eu desejo um aspirador de pó para teclado de pc desde ontem e quero um pra amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp;Liga na Usb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagenes.solostocks.com/m1_2018248/aspirador-de-teclado-usb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://imagenes.solostocks.com/m1_2018248/aspirador-de-teclado-usb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Custa R$13 no M.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8025767952482426236?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8025767952482426236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/desejo-inusitado-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8025767952482426236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8025767952482426236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/desejo-inusitado-do-dia.html' title='Desejo - inusitado - do dia'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2111544954954683126</id><published>2010-09-03T09:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:05:46.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='júri simulado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ieda ribeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade Rio Branco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleury'/><title type='text'>O medo e responsabilidade sobre aquele que julga alguém, mesmo sendo tudo uma simulação!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A semana que acaba hoje é toda especial pro pessoal que faz Direito na Rio Branco, tipo eu, pois se comemora a nossa (futura, no meu caso) profissão com palestras legais e o tão esperado Júri Simulado, com um caso real, julgado pelos alunos, assistido e ajudado por pessoas ilustres como o ex governador de São Paulo, Luiz Antônio Fleury Filho e pela advogada Ieda Ribeiro de Souza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante toda semana assistia as palestras pensando no júri, estava ansiosa, isso pq eu não participaria, pois&amp;nbsp;somente quem faz o papel de juíz, promotor, defensor são alunos da oitava etapa e eu ainda estou&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp;segunda. Também não seria chamada para compor a bancada dos jurados - sete ao todo - é claro, eu nunca fui sorteada pra nada, não seria hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O júri estava marcado para as 20h, mas era 19h e eu já estava lá. Perguntaram se eu queria colocar meu nome para sorteio de jurados e eu mesmo descrente coloquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aos poucos minhas amigas foram chegando e me distrai conversando com elas. Comentamos sobre um homem de moletom, camiseta e chinelo perdido no meio do auditório já lotado com pessoas&amp;nbsp;vestidas de forma mais séria, até que veio&amp;nbsp;a mente e comentei: acho que ele é o réu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois bem, o simulado começou, as formalidades de início foram feitas e então o juíz começou a chamar aqueles que haviam sidos sorteados para julgar o homem que matou o amante de sua mulher. Cinco já tinham sido aprovados pela defesa e acusação e uma pessoa sorteada foi recusada, faltavam apenas dois participantes para o júri se iniciar de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Priscila Casimiro Ribeiro - o juíz anunciou no microfone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, eu, eu! Fui chamada, me coloquei de pé com as pernas bambas, as mãos tremendo e suando frio. Para participar teria que ser aceita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O juíz pergunta se a defesa tem alguma objeção, não tem. A mesma pergunta é feita para a acusação e a mesma resposta é dada por ela. E então o juíz fala se direcionando a mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Por favor, encaminhe-se à bancada de jurados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E lá fui eu, num misto de felicidade e medo, afinal dentre os sete jurados eu era a única que estava no comecinho do curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi tão, tão, tão demais estar ali. Ter a explanação da defesa e acusação dirigida a nós jurados e receber o pedido feito por cada um deles: absolva, condene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por fim, Fleury, como advogado de defesa, se pronuncia e o réu em votação é absolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2111544954954683126?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2111544954954683126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Chapeleiro Maluco encontrei uma papelaria online&amp;nbsp;demais com bloquinhos de notas super legais, cadernetas e agendas lindas, o paraíso para uma pessoa como eu que perde a noção onde tem papéis, canetas e livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei com vontade de ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THbwsc2XPMI/AAAAAAAAALc/JkFYgFeGbyY/s1600/bloquinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THbwsc2XPMI/AAAAAAAAALc/JkFYgFeGbyY/s200/bloquinho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;esse bloquinho de notas em forma de 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Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;esse aqui com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THwv5sV3RTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nZr3rdM2NyI/s1600/caderno+d%C2%B4alice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THwv5sV3RTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nZr3rdM2NyI/s200/caderno+d%C2%B4alice.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e essa caderneta d´Alice que me levou ao site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designnmaniaa.com.br/siteNovo/produtos.php?dep=6&amp;amp;sub=47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5814920322969958244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/querendo-comprar-toda-papelaria-do-site.html' title='Querendo comprar toda a papelaria do site designnmaniaa'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THbwsc2XPMI/AAAAAAAAALc/JkFYgFeGbyY/s72-c/bloquinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-5110361340177029922</id><published>2010-08-25T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:29:50.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou me recuperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem tive que me consultar com um médico que me diagnosticou&amp;nbsp;com intoxicação alimentar (com o que me intoxiquei eu não sei). Não melhora de um dia para o outro (percebi!), ou seja, as ânsias passam no primeiro dia, mas a dor no corpo, moleza, dor de cabeça, febre&amp;nbsp;e nojo da comida ficam por pelo menos 3 dias (hoje é o 3º).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tive que tomar medicação na veia e 1/2 litro (infinitos) de soro (nunca, pelo que me lembro, havia tomado soro) e espero nunca mais ter que tomar, é desesperador, dá vontade de arrancar a agulha do braço e sair correndo do hospital (quase chorei e gritei!), pois as gotinhas de soro&amp;nbsp;caem tão lentamente que dá a&amp;nbsp;impressão de que acabará no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje tou bem melhor, já fiz o resumo e estudarei um pouco, afinal tive que faltar na facul&amp;nbsp;dois&amp;nbsp;dias seguidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-5110361340177029922?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5110361340177029922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/recuperacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5110361340177029922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/5110361340177029922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/recuperacao.html' title='Recuperação'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6386409678628415570</id><published>2010-08-24T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:40:29.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tou mal, aliás muito mal. Não pude ir na facul e fiquei o dia todo na cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A madrugada de ontem foi horrível, dormia, acordava e vomitava, me contorcia de dor, tomava remédio e vomitava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje tou tão mole que não consigo terminar de fazer&amp;nbsp;o resumo de um capítulo de um livro (quanto "de um").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei o que causou essa reviravolta doentia em mim, a suspeita é um ovo (comi na janta de ontem), mas pra me fazer mal desse jeito só podia ter um pintinho lá, sei-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quase não fico doente, fico desesperada quando acontece... não aguento mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6386409678628415570?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6386409678628415570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/tou-mal-alias-muito-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6386409678628415570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6386409678628415570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/tou-mal-alias-muito-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4884483776092037955</id><published>2010-08-23T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:39:17.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THLMMCzQN4I/AAAAAAAAALU/imZCWfxBIrw/s1600/DSC_0000846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THLMMCzQN4I/AAAAAAAAALU/imZCWfxBIrw/s320/DSC_0000846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha que amanhecer&amp;nbsp;de sexta-feira lindo&amp;nbsp;(sexta passada, 20 de agosto). Com esse sol coisa boa de Deus, tomei meu café e fui toda alegre, feliz e contente para a facul, pronta pra enfrentar quatro aulas seguidas de Direito Civil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu amo o céu, fico toda boba com a lua, o sol, só não gosto mesmo de céu cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A foto ficou o máximo, eu amei... e antes que alguém fale "ela pegou do google" já adianto que foi tirada pelo meu celular, ok? É que eu sou uma boa fotógrafa mesmo &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;abstraiam please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4884483776092037955?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4884483776092037955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/olha-que-amanhecer-sexta-feira-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4884483776092037955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4884483776092037955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/olha-que-amanhecer-sexta-feira-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THLMMCzQN4I/AAAAAAAAALU/imZCWfxBIrw/s72-c/DSC_0000846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3904410712106792648</id><published>2010-08-23T14:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:44:42.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério calcinha solucionado... ou não</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKw5LVAitI/AAAAAAAAALM/yfma7lBDNvM/s1600/DSC_0000885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKw5LVAitI/AAAAAAAAALM/yfma7lBDNvM/s320/DSC_0000885.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mistério da calcinha desaparecida, relatado &lt;a href="http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sumico.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, foi solucionado. Hoje, falando com a Vic, ela lá em baixo, quase na rua e eu aqui em cima na varanda de casa, reparei num paninho branco e lilás todo revirado&amp;nbsp;no telhado lateral da casa da minha avó... eis a calcinha sumida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que coisa não, no dia do sumiço procurei por tudo quanto foi lugar, olhei pra ver se tinha caído no telhado e não vi nada. Problemas de visão&amp;nbsp;ou algum maníaco por calcinhas tentando disfarçar pra devolver seu objeto de fetiche: minha calcinha, agora inutilizada é claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3904410712106792648?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3904410712106792648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-misterio-da-calcinha-desaparecida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3904410712106792648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3904410712106792648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-misterio-da-calcinha-desaparecida.html' title='Mistério calcinha solucionado... ou não'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKw5LVAitI/AAAAAAAAALM/yfma7lBDNvM/s72-c/DSC_0000885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7912893718776379481</id><published>2010-08-23T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:43:41.425-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caderno Chapeleiro Maluco de Alice no País das Maravilhas - Foroni'/><title type='text'>Eu não preciso, mas quero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como assim a Foroni lança um caderno do filme Alice no País das Maravilhas que não vende em lugar nenhum, procurei na Kalunga, numa papelaria ótimo no Shopping Sogo na Liba, em tudo quanto foi sites e nada. Pra não falar mentira só&amp;nbsp;vi e peguei na mão&amp;nbsp;na Saraiva de um shopping longe de casa, não vou voltar lá tão cedo pra comprar um caderno, mas quero muito, mesmo que eu já tenha o meu fichário da menina japonesa da linha Jolie e&amp;nbsp;alguns milhares de blocos de folhas que comprei no começo do ano e por isso não vou usá-lo tããão já eu quero o meu do chapeleiro maluco&amp;nbsp;aqui agora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKIxZwkS-I/AAAAAAAAALE/iSZxPnDtNXk/s1600/Caderno+Chapeleiro+Maluco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKIxZwkS-I/AAAAAAAAALE/iSZxPnDtNXk/s320/Caderno+Chapeleiro+Maluco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7912893718776379481?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7912893718776379481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-nao-preciso-mas-querocaderno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7912893718776379481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7912893718776379481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-nao-preciso-mas-querocaderno.html' title='Eu não preciso, mas quero!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/THKIxZwkS-I/AAAAAAAAALE/iSZxPnDtNXk/s72-c/Caderno+Chapeleiro+Maluco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8492552744750107873</id><published>2010-08-18T20:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:06:59.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre anotações, rascunhos e esboços de postagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fomos no shopping no domingo a tarde e na saída iríamos direto para o culto, mas o caminho que o And fez tava congestionado, por isso chegamos no meio da programação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Normalmente anoto o que mais me toca, me chama a atenção, tanto da pregação como de hinos e louvores&amp;nbsp;para depois por no blog da igreja, mas como cheguei muito atrasada nem fiz essas anotações, mas a&amp;nbsp;criança fez no meu lugar, não como costumo marcar mas me fez rir muiiiiito e mereceu vir pra cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sacas só:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priscila,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não consegui anotar nada, pois não sei como você anota, não sei o que anotar, mas sei que se vc estivesse aqui&amp;nbsp; saberia muito bem o que anotar, mas como vc não está não postará (ou sei lá o que vc faz com suas anotações de domingo a noite).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui não tem nada, nem o que, pq, quem e onde sobre a palavra de Deus, mas gostei de escrever isso rsrsrs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom chega de escrever pq eu não estou mais falando coisa com coisa e minha letra tá uma porcaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Aaaaaaa, vc acabou de chegar, não tem mais graça tudo isso que escrevi]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Detalhe: o original tá cheio de desenhos tipo estrelinhas e coisinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8492552744750107873?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8492552744750107873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-anotacoes-rascunhos-e-esbocos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8492552744750107873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8492552744750107873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-anotacoes-rascunhos-e-esbocos-de.html' title='Sobre anotações, rascunhos e esboços de postagens'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8808745408506479964</id><published>2010-08-15T12:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:42:23.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ei, o dia tá cinza (de novo!) é domingo né, mas&amp;nbsp;eu tou tãããão feliz, tão revigorada, tão, tão... Priscila de verdade, alegre, toda pimpona e brincalhona e com sorriso na face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TGgFmZyFlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/beb9zBWK4cA/s1600/sorrindoooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TGgFmZyFlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/beb9zBWK4cA/s320/sorrindoooo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje de manhã na EBD a Noemi levou um&amp;nbsp;objeto&amp;nbsp;antigo que fazia parte do costume&amp;nbsp;dos antigos: tirar &amp;nbsp;versículos da caixinha da promessa. E lá fomos nós, Tia Roberta, Tio Omar, Elair, Noemi e eu tirar o versículo do dia e eu simplesmente amei o meu, e digo mais, talvez tenha ficado ainda mais feliz por causa da força que as palavras daquele versículo me deram. Sente só: &lt;em&gt;Eu lhe dei autoridade para pisar sobre cobras e escorpiões , e sobre todo o poder do inimigo; nada lhe fará mal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Então, sacou o poder da coisa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tou bem, aliás tou super bem. Tou amando esse dia e tenho milhares de coisas pra procurar na livraria, onde vou daqui a pouco com a família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8808745408506479964?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8808745408506479964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/vigor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8808745408506479964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8808745408506479964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/vigor.html' title='Vigor'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TGgFmZyFlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/beb9zBWK4cA/s72-c/sorrindoooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6679295342246391280</id><published>2010-08-14T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:27:45.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhorando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Melhorei da tristeza com alguns medicamentos preciosíssimos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lkp.com.br/fotos_produtos/LKP/talento%20avel%C3%A3%20g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" ox="true" src="http://www.lkp.com.br/fotos_produtos/LKP/talento%20avel%C3%A3%20g.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e cama quentinha boa para dormir tipo assim... a tarde toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O computador não tá reconhecendo a camera, por isso não tenho as fotos que tirei do Vianco, super de longe, por trás de um vidro... mas minhas e&amp;nbsp;preciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha, vou adiantando que quem vai&amp;nbsp;para comprar livros esperando&amp;nbsp;desconto, assim como eu, se frustra,&amp;nbsp;pq as melhores livrarias como a Saraiva estão com os preços normais de loja física.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que achei ótimo foi o stand da L&amp;amp;M Pocket, da Martin Claret, Comix e Panini, gostei do stand das&amp;nbsp;duas primeiras editoras pq tem praticamente tooooda coleção de pockets&amp;nbsp;dele e gostei das duas últimas pq amo mangá do tipo shojo&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;alguns hq´s&amp;nbsp;mas bem poucos tipo Mafalda e coisas do tipo e nos stands deles tem muitos, até mangás lançados há bastante tempo e todos ou praticamente todos com descontos bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra coisa boa é o stand daquela editora de palavras cruzadas (esqueci o nome), aliás fiquei lá um tempão resolvendo um pedacinho da maior palavra cruzada do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por fim, os brindes também são bons. Saí de lá com uma Isto É, Galileu e alguns passatempos (1 sudoku, palavra cruzada Enem, inglês).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei falando tudo, agora só falta foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6679295342246391280?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6679295342246391280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/melhorando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6679295342246391280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6679295342246391280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/melhorando.html' title='Melhorando'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-589168949326084185</id><published>2010-08-14T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:19:24.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Tou triste e desanimada, talvez seja a depressão mensal ou talvez a frustação de não conseguir assistir a palestra com o Vianco lá na Bienal (cheguei com pelo menos 1 hora de antecedência&amp;nbsp;só que o espaço com os stands é enoooooorme e ninguém soube me dizer onde era o Salão de Ideias e nem eu achei o&amp;nbsp;mapa do evento). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois comento mais sobre a Bienal pq agora tou&amp;nbsp;chateada e com vontade de dormir o dia todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-589168949326084185?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/589168949326084185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/589168949326084185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/589168949326084185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2184885400326970011</id><published>2010-08-11T19:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:19:27.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cF01JR0w8M/TDNh64Sr1CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Gz0ReCd2pkk/s1600/bienal+do+livro+s%C3%A3o+paulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cF01JR0w8M/TDNh64Sr1CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Gz0ReCd2pkk/s320/bienal+do+livro+s%C3%A3o+paulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Está chegando!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pretendo ir em dois dias, 13 e 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2184885400326970011?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2184885400326970011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2184885400326970011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2184885400326970011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cF01JR0w8M/TDNh64Sr1CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Gz0ReCd2pkk/s72-c/bienal+do+livro+s%C3%A3o+paulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2517971510880477159</id><published>2010-08-11T18:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:29:43.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumiço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tava pendurando roupas no varal, já estava terminando só faltava pendurar a calcinha no varalzinho quando ouço o carteiro lá em baixo chamando, minha encomenda de livros havia chegado. Larguei a calcinha no murinho junto com o celular e fui atender o carteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peguei a encomenda e subi e fui até a área de serviços (lava roupas, seca roupas e blá blá) para acabar o que havia começado, mas cadê a bendita peça de roupa a ser pendurada??? O celular estava lá mas a calcinha sumiu. Procurei no telhado da casa de baixo e até na rua, mas não achei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algum maluco roubou, dei pro carteiro em troca dos livros, escondi de mim mesma??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2517971510880477159?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2517971510880477159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sumico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2517971510880477159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2517971510880477159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sumico.html' title='Sumiço'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4562347200059573272</id><published>2010-08-05T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:38:17.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Rosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFs9VKZGsfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1SAN-D5rWXk/s1600/Pink_Sky_by_Ibilicious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFs9VKZGsfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1SAN-D5rWXk/s320/Pink_Sky_by_Ibilicious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte daquele dia do último post, um dia ruim, tudo saiu bem, sem stress e sem depressão do tipo "não sirvo para nada, não sei fazer nada e também não me esforço para isso... sou uma preguiçosa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O problema da bolsas de estudo foi apenas alguma má vontade da pessoa que me atendeu no telefone, pois em meio ao meu desespero a resposta dada por ela foi uma comum para todos os problemas com bolsas de estudos, enfim, preguiça da tal pessoa de olhar a situação do meu processo no sistema. E sim, já tenho desconto garantido novamente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A pauta para o blog do trabalho foi escrita, ficou do meu gosto, aprovei e foi para o ar e é sobre a Bienal do Livro, que eu já coloquei na minha agenda inclusive pq quero muito ir e cobrir o evento tb (aliás se alguém que trabalha comigo, leu minha postagem no Pirearte e leu esta aqui que&amp;nbsp;contém minha ideia de cobrir o evento, por favor, não de uma de desinformado aparecendo lá no evento para cobrir&amp;nbsp;o que já está sendo coberto, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A dor de cabeça passou naquele dia, mas sou Sra. Dor de cabeça, náuseas etc tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O trauma de comer pão já passou, tou naquelas "exagerou, compensou".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrumei meus materiais pra facul super rapidinho e tranquilamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já voltei para a facul e me sinto tãããão bem me sentindo atarefada, já tenho alguns&lt;/span&gt; R$280 de livros pra ler, o compromisso de cair de cama de madrugada voltou e assim é que eu me encontro. Quando não tenho nada programado, os compromissos não se esbarram, me sinto tão... desajustada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora a quantidade de matérias aumentou, tenho professores novos, um deles é a de Direito Romano que simpatizei logo de 1ª aula, é super legal, descontraída e engraçada para uma professora de... história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhh, e claro adorei voltar as aulas por causa das minhas super queridas Hae, Karola e Roseee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto ao tempo, continua cinza, mas meu humor... tá rosa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4562347200059573272?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4562347200059573272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/dia-rosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4562347200059573272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4562347200059573272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/dia-rosa.html' title='Dia Rosa!'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFs9VKZGsfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1SAN-D5rWXk/s72-c/Pink_Sky_by_Ibilicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-80401235483065385</id><published>2010-08-02T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:07:41.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que merdinha de dia é esse pelamor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O problema com bolsa de estudos da facul não me deixa fazer nada, to com uma pauta na cabeça para postar lá no &lt;a href="http://www.pirearte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pirearte&lt;/a&gt; mas simplemente as palavras não tão fluindo, saindo, sendo digitadas e o texto nunca tá do meu gosto.&amp;nbsp;Além disso, tou com um mau estar, tipo uma dor de cabeça tímida que não dói só deixa tonto e&amp;nbsp;dá ânsia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ferrei com a dieta de manhã com a por...caria do pão. O chá que fiz pra tomar tava com um troço esquisito dentro, indo por este motivo, ralo abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quarta começa a facul, preciso arrumar as coisas, me organizar, organizar o material e&amp;nbsp;tals,&amp;nbsp;mas não sei o que organizar, como fazer, enfim... não tá dando pra fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E esse tempo cinza triste heim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dascot.org/depression/images/sad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://www.dascot.org/depression/images/sad.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou ali ficar sozinha e ver se acho beleza ou graça em alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-80401235483065385?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/80401235483065385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-merdinha-de-dia-e-esse-pelamor-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/80401235483065385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/80401235483065385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-merdinha-de-dia-e-esse-pelamor-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1984531054305849287</id><published>2010-08-02T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:07:10.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nossa cara, que raiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me explica pq o valor da minha bolsa de estudos&amp;nbsp;foi diminuído sendo que tenho frequência dentro dos limites, aliás bem longe -bem menos-&amp;nbsp;do limite permitido e não tive nenhuma nota abaixo da média?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Durante todos esses últimos dias de férias entrei assíduamente no site da faculdade - como boa pessoa que sofre de ansiedade atópica (não existe ansiedade atópica, eu sei) - para&amp;nbsp;conferir minha ficha financeira e ver se a porcentagem da bolsa concedida&amp;nbsp;havia subido, pq afinal meu desenvolvimento foi bom. E tal foi a minha decepção que aqui estou eu chateada tentando achar motivos&amp;nbsp;e respostas enquanto a responsável por essa área na faculdade não volta de sua hora de almoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tou assim ó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gehspace.com/dicasdearte/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Celeste-Marie-Desbons-300x197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://gehspace.com/dicasdearte/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Celeste-Marie-Desbons-300x197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;desolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;crédito: Marie Desbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1984531054305849287?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1984531054305849287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossa-cara-que-raiva-me-explica-pq-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1984531054305849287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1984531054305849287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossa-cara-que-raiva-me-explica-pq-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-7139001477452160040</id><published>2010-07-30T11:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:19:05.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://jornale.com.br/mirian/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/peixe-urbano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Conheci o site através de duas pessoas: Elise do blog &lt;a href="http://www.elise-saladamista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Salada Mista&lt;/a&gt; que postou sobre o &lt;a href="http://www.peixeurbano.com.br/sao-paulo"&gt;Peixe Urbano&lt;/a&gt; e Tia Beth&amp;nbsp;que me enviou uma oferta do dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na primeira vez que visitei o site, fucei nas ofertas anteriores e puf! quis me cadastrar na hora, agora todo santo dia, além dos blogs que entro, visito tb o &lt;strong&gt;Peixe Urbano&lt;/strong&gt; pq &lt;strong&gt;sempre tem ofertas arrasadoras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;em clínicas estéticas, restaurantes, teatros (já vi ingresso para Stand Up por míseros R$15) e mais coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A única coisa ruim do site é que &lt;strong&gt;arrasa com meu bolso&lt;/strong&gt; tb, pq praticamente td dia quero comprar&amp;nbsp;por lá e&amp;nbsp;aí tenho que me segurar&amp;nbsp;e não é fácil. Hoje quero muito a oferta do dia, mas ainda tou procurando alguém que vá comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS. Tá vendo, é por essas e outras que nunca sobra dinheiro para tirar a carta de habilitação... um dia é melissa, outro dia é aquilo, dia seguinte aquilo outro, vai na livraria quer comprar tudo da sessão papelaria e Mais vendidos como o lançamento em portuga da Charlaine Harris, o lançamento com contos do John Grogan (aquele que escreveu Marley e eu), combina barzinho caro com o amigo, passa fds inteiro no cine vendo os lançamentos,&amp;nbsp;não se contém qd vê stand do Mc e compra logo o Top Sundae com extra de paçoca, desse jeito não dá... vou andar sempre de carona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-7139001477452160040?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7139001477452160040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/conheci-o-site-atraves-de-duas-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7139001477452160040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/7139001477452160040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/conheci-o-site-atraves-de-duas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-372707229580644251</id><published>2010-07-29T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:40:27.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uhn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFHmgfA5lcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JnNHHj3Oj2A/s1600/top+sundae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFHmgfA5lcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JnNHHj3Oj2A/s320/top+sundae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não consigo sair do shopping sem ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;crédito: http://www.flickr.com/photos/8602162@N06/2555611497&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-372707229580644251?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/372707229580644251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/uhn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/372707229580644251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/372707229580644251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/uhn.html' title='uhn'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFHmgfA5lcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JnNHHj3Oj2A/s72-c/top+sundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-2326576357462261342</id><published>2010-07-29T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:31:26.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre entrevistas de emprego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As perguntas&amp;nbsp;de uma entrevista em lojas do shopping são mais idiotas que as perguntas&amp;nbsp;daqueles cadernos que as meninas no colégio&amp;nbsp;fazem para&amp;nbsp;as amigas responder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por que você quer trabalhar nesta empresa (diga-se, loja)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Caraaa pq quero dinheiro, dinheiro sacas. Acha mesmo que to aqui no shopping procurando o emprego da minha vida???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por que eu deveria te contratar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oras, não devo te dar motivos cheios de fantasias (como: pq sou uma ótima funcionário, sempre alegre e que poderá fazer a loja prosperar), afinal faremos uma troca de favores: Vc me dá o emprego e me paga no tempo certo e eu te supro a falta de vendedores para o fluxo de compradores que tem aqui na loja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fale 3 pontos fortes e 3 fracos&amp;nbsp;da&amp;nbsp;sua personalidade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vc já deve saber,&amp;nbsp;todo mundo diz a mesma coisa, mas vamos lá... fortes: sou dinâmica, persistente e simpática; fracos: metódica, perfeccionista e, ah sei-lá... podemos acabar com isso td, afinal td o que vc tá me perguntando já escrevi nesse formulário aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Enquanto as perguntas bobas não pararem de vir ao me encontro, ficarei escrevendo pro Catraca e dando aulas para meus queridons alunos, e né infelismente, deixarei meus passeios de carro pra qd aparecer algo bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-2326576357462261342?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2326576357462261342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobre-entrevistas-de-emprego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2326576357462261342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/2326576357462261342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobre-entrevistas-de-emprego.html' title='Sobre entrevistas de emprego'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4847175884158742099</id><published>2010-07-28T12:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:16:42.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFBItfBnELI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ktbEqqJiXQQ/s1600/DSC_0000807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFBItfBnELI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ktbEqqJiXQQ/s400/DSC_0000807.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Monstro do Lost... ou&amp;nbsp;algum idiota que resolveu se livrar de tralhas ateando fogo e poluindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4847175884158742099?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4847175884158742099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/monstro-do-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4847175884158742099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4847175884158742099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/monstro-do-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TFBItfBnELI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ktbEqqJiXQQ/s72-c/DSC_0000807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-9010124532438922487</id><published>2010-07-26T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:35:12.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albúm da copa'/><title type='text'>Fala mal mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outro dia mesmo escrevi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/05/vergonha-alheia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que sentia vergonha alheia quando presenciava a muvuquinha de pessoas trocando figurinha do albúm da Copa, e sabe aquele ditado&amp;nbsp;que diz mais ou menos assim:&amp;nbsp;não é bom falar mal&amp;nbsp; de alguém, pq é bem capaz que vc fique igual a ela. Pois é, aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A criança que morre de amor por futebol,&amp;nbsp;morre&amp;nbsp;se alguém desligar a tv no jogo do São Paulo, imita todos os grandes passos dos jogadores, assistiu com fé os jogos do Brasil,&amp;nbsp;tem a jabulani (cópia da bola usada na Copa)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e tem o albúm da Copa ainda incompleto, me pediu para levá-lo numa reunião que aconteceria aqui pertinho, no shopping do bairro, para trocar figurinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fui né, mas levei o amore junto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdomorumbi.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Figurinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" hw="true" src="http://blogdomorumbi.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Figurinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crédito: blog do morumbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fomos com um bolão de figurinhas repetidas para trocar e voltamos com um bolão de figurinhas para colar no albúm dele. Foi muito legal interagir, negociar, ver a alegria de quem só precisava de uma figurinha para completar e conseguiu... ahh adorei (acho que vou esperar ansiosamente pelo próximo domingo, agora por dois motivos: estréia de um episódio de True Blood e encontro para troca de figurinhas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS. Nunca mais falo mal das pessoas que têm gorduras a mais e usam roupas como se tivessem&amp;nbsp;de menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-9010124532438922487?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9010124532438922487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/fala-mal-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9010124532438922487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/9010124532438922487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/fala-mal-mas.html' title='Fala mal mas...'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-8608135555899477058</id><published>2010-07-23T11:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:24:48.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outspoken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem fomos na casa do Tio Omar (palhaço da família) para comemorar o aniver dele, a decoração tava tããão linda... preto branco e vermelho (salve o tricolocor paulistaaaa!) e o bolo tava&amp;nbsp;tão a cara dele ( e de toda a família Ribeiro), tirei foto com o cel, olha aí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLMMM2MmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8h-BE-_n_fk/s1600/DSC_0000777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLMMM2MmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8h-BE-_n_fk/s320/DSC_0000777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aqui bate um coração tricolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLdNqdX7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/6HnahNlBopA/s1600/DSC_0000781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLdNqdX7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/6HnahNlBopA/s400/DSC_0000781.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tudo nas cores da bandeira do São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLnVeQVDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6OzWWxPQAc8/s1600/DSC_0000787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLnVeQVDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6OzWWxPQAc8/s400/DSC_0000787.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora do bolo: Bãpy, Theus, Tio&amp;nbsp;Omar&amp;nbsp;e Juba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A festinha foi ótima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ain, tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; que ir na facul levar um documento mas to com uma preguiça e vontade de ficar aqui pra assistir&amp;nbsp;Lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Daqui a pouco eu vou, mãs&amp;nbsp;antes vou falar do novo perfume da Avon que recebi ontem, é o perfume assinado pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fergie, é uma delicinha, super estiloso, eu adorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só estará disponível para as consumidoras&amp;nbsp;na campanha 15 se não me engano e custará R$59,90, consegui antes pq revendo Avon (se alguém quiser comprar antes do lançamento de fato (na revista)&amp;nbsp;o preço será menor&amp;nbsp;e é só&amp;nbsp;mandar e-mail pra mim, deixar comentário ou dar um grito &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Agora vou me empurrar pro banho para poder ir lá na facul entregar o documento logo, pra voltar pra casa logo e assistir Lost logo (já que o próximo episódio de True Blood lançará só no domingo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-8608135555899477058?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8608135555899477058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/ontem-fomos-na-casa-do-tio-omar-palhaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8608135555899477058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/8608135555899477058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/ontem-fomos-na-casa-do-tio-omar-palhaco.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEoLMMM2MmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8h-BE-_n_fk/s72-c/DSC_0000777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-1217935552605664286</id><published>2010-07-17T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:56:23.320-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melissa amazonista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melissa aranha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melissa'/><title type='text'>Meus fracos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sobre conhecer a si mesma cheguei a outra conclusão: chocolates e melissas são os meus fracos!! Olha o que acabei de trazer pra casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEImd5uJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AMJo6bIxf3A/s1600/%C3%B1+resisti+e+comprei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEImd5uJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AMJo6bIxf3A/s320/%C3%B1+resisti+e+comprei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-1217935552605664286?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1217935552605664286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/meus-fracos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1217935552605664286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/1217935552605664286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/meus-fracos.html' title='Meus fracos'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TEImd5uJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AMJo6bIxf3A/s72-c/%C3%B1+resisti+e+comprei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-3371711116250595630</id><published>2010-07-14T13:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:08:38.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebe.abril.com.br/gravidez/saude/imagens/incontinencia_urinaria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://bebe.abril.com.br/gravidez/saude/imagens/incontinencia_urinaria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de um certo tempo, sei-lá pode ser pq amadureci não sei, eu fico querendo me entender, me analisar... uma loucura só, e esses dias percebi que eu só faço xixi quando não estou mais aguentando segurar, nunca faço quando dá vontade , e&amp;nbsp;analisando mais, &amp;nbsp;cheguei a conclusão que faço td assim meio&amp;nbsp;em cima da hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-3371711116250595630?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3371711116250595630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/depois-de-um-certo-tempo-sei-la-pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3371711116250595630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/3371711116250595630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/depois-de-um-certo-tempo-sei-la-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-6141874699709990064</id><published>2010-07-13T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:32:36.117-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namoro; shopping; compras; vovó Dulce; namoro; shopping; compras; vovó Dulce; namoro; shopping; compras; vovó Dulce; shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shrek 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toy Story 3'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainn to quebrada pq acabei de chegar da academia, mas mesmo assim vou contar como foi tão demais meu fds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi tão&amp;nbsp;ótimo, praticamente não saí do cinema, aliás praticamente não &lt;strong&gt;saímos&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;pq&amp;nbsp;junto comigo foi uma galerinha.&amp;nbsp;Nada estava combinado com ninguém, mas por dentro todos estavam&amp;nbsp;loucos pra assistir os lançamentos &lt;em&gt;Sherek 4 Para Sempre&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Toy Story&amp;nbsp;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(melhor filme de todos os tempooooos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No feriado o And trabalhou então não tinha nada planejado pra fazer. Aí&amp;nbsp;a Su veio pra Sp e veio pra cá. Depois chegou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tia Gi. As&amp;nbsp;crianças estavam aqui tb. E aí a pergunta&amp;nbsp;foi lançada: ah vamos sair vai?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Compramos ingresso e lá fomos nós assistir &lt;em&gt;Shrek.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TD0TWr1XiQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hjRicWES7kY/s1600/Colagem+do+Picnik-+Dia+do+cinema++Shrek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TD0TWr1XiQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hjRicWES7kY/s320/Colagem+do+Picnik-+Dia+do+cinema++Shrek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[Acabei com a malhação da semana em um donuts &lt;em&gt;delícia de deus&lt;/em&gt; e pipoca, snif snif.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois do cinema demos uma passadinha na &lt;em&gt;Matriz (&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;fui pela 1ª vez) viramos a noite lá. O nome da bebidinha que pedi foi &lt;em&gt;Beijo de Vampiro&lt;/em&gt; rsrsrs, pena que nenhum Eric da vida apareceu assim, inesperadamente, pra&amp;nbsp; me dar um beijinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí no sábado, o And&amp;nbsp;visitou um amigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;in the hospital&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e pra descontrair, tirar o climão de tristeza resolvemos dar uma saídinha. A&amp;nbsp;Vic´s foi e o Thi tb. Enfrentamos uma super fila pra comprar ingresso pro &lt;em&gt;Toy Story &lt;/em&gt;(sábado depois de feriado o povo todo vai pro shopping). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Comemos num fast food que sempre tive vontade de ir, o &lt;em&gt;Big X Picanha&lt;/em&gt; (caro pra dédeu, mas o lanche é uma delícia e enorme) e só depois fomos pra sala pra assistir o meeeelhor filme de todos os tempos (como disse lá em cima e repito aqui). Cara, muito bom, muito bom mesmo. Amei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assistimos na última sessão, saímos e fechamos o shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwX-p2k_hYY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwX-p2k_hYY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Adorei o vídeo aí de cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E domingo foi dia de relaxar. Fomos pra EBD, almoçamos comida de mamãe e saímos pra dar uma voltinha básica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E foi assim tudo uma&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;díliçadedeos&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-6141874699709990064?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6141874699709990064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/ainn-to-quebrada-pq-acabei-de-chegar-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6141874699709990064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/6141874699709990064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/ainn-to-quebrada-pq-acabei-de-chegar-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXr1BejdlnQ/TD0TWr1XiQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hjRicWES7kY/s72-c/Colagem+do+Picnik-+Dia+do+cinema++Shrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-4715044513396238618</id><published>2010-07-12T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:29:31.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Maya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stereo Love'/><title type='text'>A música do momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Impossível não ter escutado pq com certeza seu vizinho ouve no último volume ou algum amigo tem como toque do celular ou os dois. E&amp;nbsp;aí claro, mesmo que vc não goste da música por não saber definir se é forró, reggae, eletrônica e pq todo mundo escuta, vai acabar gravando&amp;nbsp;e quando menos esperar... dançando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, isso aconteceu comigo, odiava&amp;nbsp;essa música, mas de tanto&amp;nbsp;os vizinhos ouvirem, a Su (minha prima linda) ouvir,&amp;nbsp; tocar na academia, acabei gostanto e até baixei no computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então para de ser chatonildo e escuta&amp;nbsp;vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dy2nBvtkgyE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dy2nBvtkgyE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795530785536198833-4715044513396238618?l=meditacaovaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4715044513396238618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-do-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4715044513396238618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795530785536198833/posts/default/4715044513396238618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meditacaovaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-do-momento.html' title='A música do momento'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16826126312744497774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HkTn8GLuzg/TamyIwhB6-I/AAAAAAAAARM/uGbYd0uQYTY/s220/DSC01332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795530785536198833.post-123151361833046102</id><published>2010-07-10T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:43:18.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Meo, sair com pessoas que suuuuper amo passa tudo: dor de cabeça, dor no corpo, dor no umbigo, dor no dedão do pé... passa TUDO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tarde e NOITEEEE perfeitas!!&amp;nbsp; 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