<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496</id><updated>2012-01-30T07:46:28.414-08:00</updated><category term='Sapo'/><category term='Wake up Call'/><category term='Pop'/><category term='mudança'/><category term='É Hot'/><category term='Moicano'/><category term='mudanças'/><category term='Barbie'/><category term='Maluca'/><category term='Paris Hilton'/><category term='dor'/><category term='ano novo'/><category term='rachaduras'/><category term='Jared Leto'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='Adam Levine'/><category term='homem bonito'/><category term='música'/><category term='forte'/><category term='mudar'/><category term='mocinha'/><category term='Terror'/><category term='estranha'/><category term='mude'/><category term='2012'/><category term='This Love'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='coração'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='Gato'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='Marron 5'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='filme'/><category term='Loira'/><category term='esperanças'/><title type='text'>If I Fell...</title><subtitle type='html'>Oscilações de humor de uma geminiana cheia de idéias...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6715035814552880560</id><published>2012-01-30T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:46:28.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>(Hoje o texto é curtinho, mas o que vale a intenção...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano novo chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdWVK7frRY/TXbTGs3NMKI/AAAAAAAAANg/xYiDrLwvxK4/s1600/mulher%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdWVK7frRY/TXbTGs3NMKI/AAAAAAAAANg/xYiDrLwvxK4/s320/mulher%25282%2529.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(O fim do mundo chegou. AHHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E 2011, como foi? Será que realizamos tudo que planejávamos? Será que aprendemos com nossos erros?&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos pessoas? Conhecemos A pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado é pensar que todo começo de ano é assim. Prometemos que vamos melhorar... vamos emagrecer, estudar, amar, trabalhar, viajar, viver....&lt;br /&gt;Quantas promessas... Será que conseguimos cumprir todas?? Acho que não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre queremos mudar. Nossas atitudes, nossas coisas, nossa vida. O que a gente não vê é que a gente muda. Sempre. E sem perceber. Se é pra melhor ou para pior, não importa. As pessoas mudam.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos, opiniões, amigos...&lt;br /&gt;E isso é bom!&lt;br /&gt;Evoluímos. Aprendemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tá certo que nossas promessas para um novo ano geralmente não são cumpridas. Mas nos motivam a nos tornar pessoas melhores. Mais tolerantes, mais alegres, mais sinceros. E com menos medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso que espero para 2012. Mais evolução, menos medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-6715035814552880560?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6715035814552880560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6715035814552880560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6715035814552880560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6715035814552880560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdWVK7frRY/TXbTGs3NMKI/AAAAAAAAANg/xYiDrLwvxK4/s72-c/mulher%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5414362243758443617</id><published>2011-12-02T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:41:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninos e Meninas</title><content type='html'>Na infância, passamos boa parte do tempo nos odiando, garotos achando garotas bobas e mesquinhas, e nós, achando os garotos tão nojentos! (Isso me lembra a minha infância, correndo atrás dos meninos. Para bater neles, claro. #monicafeelings) Eu tinha um amigo que comia meleca. O outro, antes de comer biscoito, o molhava no bebedouro. (Opa! Molhando o biscoito desde novinho, hein, safado!). Os garotos eram tudo que as garotas não queriam ( e vice-versa!)&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/_GNShQEi5ISQ/S67HpQkbIuI/AAAAAAAAA28/eyp9v8db3oI/s1600/4405289508_7a1c4f3537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNShQEi5ISQ/S67HpQkbIuI/AAAAAAAAA28/eyp9v8db3oI/s320/4405289508_7a1c4f3537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depois, na pré-adolescência, adolescência, aquele caldeirão de hormônios, todo mundo querendo descobrir tudo que poderia saber. Experiências, paixonites. Nossos primeiros contatos com o sexo oposto. Pisadas na bola, pés na bunda, choro, perdão, juras de amor eterno (que, na verdade, não duram tanto assim - na maioria das vezes.).&amp;nbsp;E os primeiros beijos? Nossa, tudo dava errado! Pode perguntar. A maioria das pessoas - homens ou mulheres - achou horrível, estranho, esquisito, babado, sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aí chegamos ao ensino médio. Nossa, como nos achamos maduros. Deixamos aquele ar de "Ensino Fundamental" pra trás. E as relações começam a ficar mais sérias. Ou não, pra muita gente. Aí o espírito de pegação toma conta do corpo masculino! Quantas garotas por balada, quantas conseguiu levar pra cama, como foi, o que ela fez, ela é do colégio? E nós, garotas, achando que quando entregamos tudo o que temos (ou tínhamos), iria ser para o príncipe encantado montado no cavalo branco com o beijo mais apaixonante e os olhos mais brilhantes. Aí a gente cai da cama e percebe que, não, essa história que nos contam desde meninas, não é a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem que quebrar a cara mais e mais e mais vezes, pra, quem sabe, um dia, encontrar alguém decente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestibular. Passamos!&lt;br /&gt;E entramos na faculdade. Ahhh, a época tão esperada!!!!! Parece que voltamos à adolescência, perdemos a noção de tudo! Pessoas, festas, bebidas, e claro, um pouquinho de estudo, que não faz mal a ninguém. Garotos e garotas fazem um intercâmbio de "informações"! (Ou garotos com garotos, garotas com garotas, whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma evolução e tanta aprender a gostar desses meninos nojentos! ( E imagino que a recíproca seja verdadeira...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, o que vem pela frente?&lt;br /&gt;Será que no meio dessas pessoas vamos encontrar "a pessoa"? Ou você prefere esperar mais um pouco?&lt;br /&gt;Só esperando, vivendo, amadurecendo....&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que posso afirmar, com certeza, é que, apesar de reclamarmos, nós precisamos deles, e eles precisam de nós.&lt;br /&gt;No final o que todo mundo quer é dormir de conchinha embaixo das cobertas num sábado frio qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5414362243758443617?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5414362243758443617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5414362243758443617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5414362243758443617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5414362243758443617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/12/meninos-e-meninas.html' title='Meninos e Meninas'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNShQEi5ISQ/S67HpQkbIuI/AAAAAAAAA28/eyp9v8db3oI/s72-c/4405289508_7a1c4f3537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3492492264088675500</id><published>2011-10-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:44:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas no Estômago</title><content type='html'>Acho que a maior parte de nós, meros seres humanos, procuramos algo que nos faça esquecer do mundo, das outras pessoas, de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/galleries/twitpics/100104/selfportraits/drew-barrymore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/galleries/twitpics/100104/selfportraits/drew-barrymore.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Algo, ou melhor, alguém que nos dê a tão famosa sensação de "&lt;b&gt;borboletas no estômago&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande parte dos meus posts fala sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a minha procura por isso e sobre a procura do mundo por isso. A verdade é que, apesar de procurar, essas borboletas nunca estiveram no meu estômago. No máximo umas mariposas, ou quem sabe, uns escaravelhos.... Nunca conheci alguém que me fizesse perder o ar, ficar com um nó na garganta, com &amp;nbsp;o coração acelerado. Talvez uma coisa de cada vez, mas nunca tudo de uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que essa pessoa realmente existe?&lt;br /&gt;Será que essa sensação é realmente igual aos trilhões de filmes de comédia romântica feitos (e vistos aos montes, especialmente por mim - Drew Barrymore, eu te amo!), em que a mocinha encontra o mocinho e se apaixonam instantaneamente?&lt;br /&gt;Será que você só é capaz de sentir isso por uma pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Será que essa pessoa, em algum lugar do planeta, também está a sua procura?&lt;br /&gt;Será que essa sensação escrota existe mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Será, será, será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tenho que parar de ver filmes românticos. Estou começando a escrever coisas sem sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-3492492264088675500?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3492492264088675500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3492492264088675500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3492492264088675500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3492492264088675500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/borboletas-no-estomago.html' title='Borboletas no Estômago'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4280102773733099643</id><published>2011-09-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:33:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/0f7b4ba96080f6a5b256be49e73d644f2ddb3922.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/0f7b4ba96080f6a5b256be49e73d644f2ddb3922.jpeg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cansei de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;De esperar o momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;De esperar o lugar certo.&lt;br /&gt;De esperar as palavras certas.&lt;br /&gt;De esperar o destino agir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dando uma chance pra vida. Já esperei tanto, e nesse esperar, não realizei. Esperei, esperei. Sem sequer imaginar que teria de agir. De realizar, de fazer acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Passei muitos anos escondida em pensamentos, atrás de livros, em poesias sem destinatário (essas existem aos montes).&lt;br /&gt;Apenas de braços cruzados, implorando, suplicando ao destino que fosse razoável comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não pensei que tudo depende de mim. Depende de minhas ações, da minha jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei minha felicidade nas mãos de algumas pessoas durante a vida, e quando me via sozinha, percebia que tinham levado a MINHA felicidade embora (bando de ladrões&amp;nbsp;miseráveis&amp;nbsp;que tive de enfrentar esses anos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, quero ser dona, mas dona de verdade da MINHA felicidade. Ela é só minha e só eu sei quando devo arrancá-la de dentro de mim e mostrar ao mundo, ou quando devo deixá-la de lado, para viver alguns momentos de tristeza (não sou lunática em achar que só existem momentos felizes. Mas os momentos tristes devem ser tão aproveitados quanto o seu revés.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decido, hoje, ser FELIZ.&lt;br /&gt;Ser dona de mim. Da minha vida, do meu corpo, das minhas idéias, dos meus momentos, das minhas fases.&lt;br /&gt;E decido, a partir de hoje, o que farei com cada um desses itens.&lt;br /&gt;Quero, hoje e sempre, a liberdade de ser EU. Da maneira que sou. Não da maneira que as pessoas esperam que eu seja. Isso define a MINHA felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não esperarei mais.&lt;br /&gt;Já esperei tempo demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-4280102773733099643?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4280102773733099643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4280102773733099643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4280102773733099643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4280102773733099643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/09/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1831301860110239483</id><published>2011-08-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:11:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua própria fórmula de ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://modaedicas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Como-ser-feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://modaedicas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Como-ser-feliz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Lembrava claramente de como antes, seus maiores desejos eram ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;nós na garganta&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;borboletas no estômago&lt;/strong&gt;. Queria ficar boba, se apaixonar à toa, amar sem limites. Desejava amores malucos, com histórias complexas para que tudo fosse sempre o mais lindo possível, como em filmes românticos. Queria ter uma história perfeitinha para contar aos netos, mais tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Aliás, queria envelhecer ao lado da mesma pessoa que lhe tirasse o sono. E que ele ainda o fizesse, cinquenta anos depois. Mesmo quando engordasse, roncasse e quebrasse um copo. Que aquilo tudo continuasse sendo besteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tinha feito tantos&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;planos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;de viver de amor, viajar de sonhos e ter filhos por vontade apenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas a vida lhe tornou mais dura. Pra não dizer amarga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Cética&lt;/strong&gt;, no mínimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-5502" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Lembrou do amor que entregou à quem não soube respeitar&lt;/strong&gt;. Muito menos amar de volta. Dos planos que teve que jogar no lixo enquanto buscava pequenos pedaços de coração para colar com saliva. Talvez por isso até hoje eles ainda não estivessem grudados completamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ouviu tantas vezes dizer que tinha que continuar tendo esperança. Que o amor chegaria, e que seria tudo lindo e sonho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sonho mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;. Porque não existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sempre que deixava a esperança entrar, era a decepção disfarçada de amor. Quebrou o coração mais umas quantas vezes, deixou cada vez menos o tal “amor” entrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sabia que podia ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;diferente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Encontrou felicidade em outras coisas. Não admitia não ser feliz com o que tinha. Afinal, ela tinha tanto pra se orgulhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Focou no trabalho, e ganhou o cargo dos sonhos. Passou a ver mais a família, os amigos mais chegados. Filtrou os amigos, fez alguns para a vida toda. Passou a fazer mais do que gostava. Começou a se exercitar. Deu a volta ao mundo, conheceu mil pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Plantou uma árvore, escreveu um livro. E foi feliz sem ter um filho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Entendeu enfim, que essas fórmulas de felicidade mal escritas estavam todas erradas. Escreveu sua própria fórmula, e foi viver dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;E você? Bem que poderia a começar inventar a sua, não acha?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.saidaqui.com.br/sua-propria-formula-de-ser-feliz/" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Que tal Sair Daqui e começar&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://malvadas.org/2011/08/sua-propria-formula-de-ser-feliz/"&gt;http://malvadas.org/2011/08/sua-propria-formula-de-ser-feliz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-1831301860110239483?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1831301860110239483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1831301860110239483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1831301860110239483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1831301860110239483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/08/sua-propria-formula-de-ser-feliz.html' title='Sua própria fórmula de ser feliz'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5602638302815287241</id><published>2011-08-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:59:48.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachaduras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperanças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forte'/><title type='text'>Forte coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EuKE9KAMjk/RunBT3C2aII/AAAAAAAAAfc/dvYi0Z9anLI/s400/Anabark_Forte_ruinas2_MAR06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EuKE9KAMjk/RunBT3C2aII/AAAAAAAAAfc/dvYi0Z9anLI/s320/Anabark_Forte_ruinas2_MAR06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Desmoronando. Como me sinto? Um forte aparentemente vigoroso e resistente. Mas cheio de rachaduras, cicatrizes de batalha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Se cada vez que me enganassem, mentissem, fingissem e magoassem tivesse uma rachadura nesse forte, ele já estaria em ruínas. Mas o forte insiste em ficar de pé, e cada vez mais frágil, continua sendo atacado por seres sem coração ou piedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Por quanto tempo esse forte aguentará?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dentro dele sonhos e esperanças podem ficar sem proteção de uma hora para outra. E ficam, como loucas, tentando refazer seus muros, suas pedras, sua aparência forte e indestrutível. Mas os sonhos e as esperanças sabem que se os ataques as seu forte não pararem, elas não terão mais chances, e serão liquidadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ora, quem poderia ajudar os sonhos e as esperanças, que, apesar de tão belos, são cercados por esse forte feio, grosso, machucado? Quem poderia sequer imaginar que haveria algo de tão bom dentro dele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Talvez não haja ajuda. Não haja mais esperanças. Não haja mais sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;E no fim, só restarão ruínas do que foi um dia um forte belo e resistente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5602638302815287241?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5602638302815287241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5602638302815287241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5602638302815287241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5602638302815287241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/08/forte-coracao.html' title='Forte coração'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EuKE9KAMjk/RunBT3C2aII/AAAAAAAAAfc/dvYi0Z9anLI/s72-c/Anabark_Forte_ruinas2_MAR06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8837811629698038959</id><published>2011-07-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:11:26.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starnews2001.com.br/shakespeare/romeo_and_juliet_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.starnews2001.com.br/shakespeare/romeo_and_juliet_.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Durante essa semana de&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;tpm&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;stress (como habitualmente faço), procurei na locadora um filme para ver. Mas tinha que ser um filme romântico. Daqueles que te levam às lágrimas e te fazem pensar: “Ó meu Deus, mas que vida de&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;merda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que eu levo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Daqueles que a mocinha e o mocinho vão ficar juntos. Para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Peguei, então, um filme que queria ver a algum tempo, e nunca tinha tido a oportunidade. “Cartas para Julieta”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Muito lindo, fofo, romântico. Só para começar, a história se passa em Verona (a famosa cidade do amor impossível e de final trágico de Romeu e Julieta.), na Itália. Aahhh... como sou apaixonada por esse país. A língua, as paisagens, as pessoas, a comida. Tudo me encanta. Combinado com uma história romântica, fica ainda mais perfeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A história é basicamente sobre uma segunda chance para encontrar seu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;verdadeiro amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As pessoas que me conhecem sabem que não sou de demonstrar meus sentimentos. Nunca fui boa com isso. Desde menina. Não consigo expressá-los, simplesmente. Não sentimentos tão complexos quanto o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(bom, afinal qual sentimento não é complexo?).Talvez seja um pouco fria, ás vezes. Até digo, muitas vezes, que eu odeio o amor. E isso não vem ao caso agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas a verdade é que prefiro acreditar que há uma história de amor verdadeiro para cada um de nós. Podem achar idiota (e, sim, posso estar escrevendo assim por causa da sensibilidade da tpm...), e que isso é história de mulher que sonha em se casar e ter filhos (que também não é meu caso. Pelo menos não agora.), mas realmente acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acredito que, um dia, a gente vai confiar tanto em alguém, que não vai ter mais medo de nada. Que um dia a gente vai olhar nos olhos de alguém, sem falar nada, e vai conseguir ser entendido. Que uma pessoa vai conhecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;todos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;os seus defeitos e ainda sim vai te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Parece conto de fadas? Talvez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas realmente prefiro viver um conto de fadas do que um dramalhão francês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-8837811629698038959?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8837811629698038959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8837811629698038959' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8837811629698038959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8837811629698038959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7028532756634172797</id><published>2011-06-04T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T05:30:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homofobia</title><content type='html'>O dia dos Namorados é a data em que se comemora o amor. (OWNN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Todas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as formas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma sociedade que se diz tão "evoluída", como pessoas podem odiar as outras por uma coisa tão simples... quanto sua sexualidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfinha.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/homofobia_NO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://www.elfinha.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/homofobia_NO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os atos de violência contra gays são constantes. Violência física, psicológica ou até uma "violência reprimida". O "ser humano" tende a abominar coisas fora dos padrões. Seja pela cor, forma, religião ou pela sexualidade. Como é possível não respeitar a diversidade?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; Respeito é o mínimo&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/_AcOGk1SfcpQ/TCJRtHzrAfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FN41d5l9tjQ/s1600/homofobia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcOGk1SfcpQ/TCJRtHzrAfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FN41d5l9tjQ/s320/homofobia.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou hetero. Mas AMO todas as pessoas e defendo todas as formas de amor. Tenho amigos e amigas gays. E como os adoro e os admiro! Pela força, pela coragem que têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkw2phaxk31qhk7cjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkw2phaxk31qhk7cjo1_500.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;E então, devemos ou não lutar pelo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AMOR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&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/7085499864842327496-7028532756634172797?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7028532756634172797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7028532756634172797' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7028532756634172797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7028532756634172797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/homofobia.html' title='Homofobia'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcOGk1SfcpQ/TCJRtHzrAfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FN41d5l9tjQ/s72-c/homofobia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-579538636117148514</id><published>2011-05-31T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:12:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É Hot! #4</title><content type='html'>Tadinho do "É Hot!". Tá tão abandonadinho....&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei dele depois de uma conversa com um amigo, na aula da tarde, hoje. E resolvi... bom, já que é pra comemorar o Dia dos Namorados + Homens gatos....&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer de um homem gato... Que é tudo o que mamãe queria como genro?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MAYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reidaverdade.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/John-Mayer-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.reidaverdade.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/John-Mayer-3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O cara aí do lado, pra quem não conhece direito, ou pra quem nunca ouviu falar dele (:O) é um cantor norte-americano, que agora tem os seus 33 anos...(Mas com carinha de 25!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Além de ter músicas lindas, não há como negar que essa boquinha torta também é linda. Já esteve envovido com várias mulheres conhecidas no meio artístico, como Jennifer Aniston (a Rachel, de 'Friends') e Taylor Swift (a cantora de country-pop.... E parece que o namoro não terminou muito bem, já que ela até fez uma &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/taylor-swift/1763871/traducao.html"&gt;música &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- que linkei aqui, pra vocês -&amp;nbsp;para ele, supostamente.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas como acreditar nisso, vendo ESSA carinha de bonzinho????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tah aí umas fotinhas, só pra conferir!&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/-WpYJkeFdMnY/Tb8ZRozRrXI/AAAAAAAABRs/9RvLMNgPFo0/s1600/john+mayer6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpYJkeFdMnY/Tb8ZRozRrXI/AAAAAAAABRs/9RvLMNgPFo0/s320/john+mayer6.jpg" width="240" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eletrostars.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/Eletrostars/2009/dezembro/john_mayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://eletrostars.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/Eletrostars/2009/dezembro/john_mayer.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí, curtiram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-579538636117148514?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/579538636117148514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=579538636117148514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/579538636117148514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/579538636117148514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-hot-4.html' title='É Hot! #4'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpYJkeFdMnY/Tb8ZRozRrXI/AAAAAAAABRs/9RvLMNgPFo0/s72-c/john+mayer6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5272220833880233060</id><published>2011-05-26T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:14:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzLUCLlyJSM/Tc2tTsASSgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1HhZ2jU8EmQ/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzLUCLlyJSM/Tc2tTsASSgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1HhZ2jU8EmQ/s400/amor.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia fui ao shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as lojas estavam cheias de corações gigantes vermelhos. Por um instante, juro que não sabia o que estava acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;- Meu Deus, essas pessoas enlouqueceram? Estamos sendo invadidos pelos corações assassinos.. HAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns segundos de reflexão, lembrei que o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia dos Namorados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está chegando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO WHAT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, realmente, nada de interessante vai acontecer nessa data.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de certos acontecimentos, esse post vai ser dedicado às minhas poucas amigas solteiras (Karen e Day, tamojunto!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, esse post deveria se chamar: "&lt;u&gt;O que as mulheres esperam dos homens?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;A gente sabe o quanto está difícil achar alguém legal por aí. One night stand é a coisa mais comum que acontece com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes acontece pior. Acontece que aquele carinha que você achava que valia algo, NÃO VALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja porque ele só te quer durante uma noite solitária, seja porque ele some por dias a fio e reaparece do nada, seja porque ele finge que não te conhece, seja porque ele te trate mal, seja porque ele estava te iludindo, te enganando, ou te dando idéias erradas sobre ele...... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele não é um homem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O que ele é, então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MOLEQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que por isso esses "homens" dizem que somos tão exigentes. Por que não existem muitos homens. O que existem são moleques que estão se lixando pra você. Ou para o que você pensa. Ou para o que você sente. Ou até para o seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens, &lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt;, nós não somos exigentes. Nós só exigimos coisas básicas. Atenção, carinho e fidelidade. É pedir muito? Acho que não.&lt;br /&gt;Homens de verdade também procuram as mesmas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta a gente saber onde eles estão. (O que, no final das contas, e o mais difícil!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Dia dos Namorados não vou passar com um namorado. Mas também, eu não passo o dia do índio com um índio, um dia da árvore com uma árvore ou o dia de finados com um parente morto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E prefiro estar solteira do que estar me descabelando com um moleque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5272220833880233060?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5272220833880233060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5272220833880233060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5272220833880233060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5272220833880233060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzLUCLlyJSM/Tc2tTsASSgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1HhZ2jU8EmQ/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3093633344478017011</id><published>2011-05-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:02:34.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reforma</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lavando a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Retirando cada lembrança inútil, cada palavra ofensiva. Cada lágrima que já percorreu meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tirando a poeira de velhas memórias de infância. Memórias maravilhosas. (Como era bom ser criança, e a gente nem imaginava.).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O coração, coitado. Remendado, com caquinhos colados, unidos de forma imperfeita. Sabe como é... Cristal, quando se quebra, nunca mais é o mesmo. Mas até esse coração machucado precisa de uma boa faxina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDDMTuJRfSw/S-r8IMpjHBI/AAAAAAAABao/eheP6K1ODHE/s1600/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDDMTuJRfSw/S-r8IMpjHBI/AAAAAAAABao/eheP6K1ODHE/s320/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Retiro, então, velhas paixões, para dar lugar às novas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Algumas merecem permanecer, de certo. A família, os amigos, MINHA veterinária (paixão mais recente, e tão grande. Me faz sofrer, muitas vezes. Me dá trabalho, me cansa. Mas me encanta muito mais.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Talvez até tenha que fazer uma pequena reforma nos ouvidos. Colocar, talvez, um tipo de 'filtro imaginário'. Afinal, para que ouvir insultos, brigas, falsidade, humilhação, maldade? Não, não quero mais isso. Que o filtro do bem e do amor seja instalado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quer saber? Acho que a boca também precisa de uma reforminha. Mas, dessa vez, de uma alto-falante. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Porque não consigo dizer as coisas que quero? Por medo? Talvez... Medo de perder pessoas queridas. Mas, se elas não me perdem... Porque as perderia?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Minha caminhada continua. Não dá para estacionar a vida. Ela permanece acontecendo, agora, já e depois. Basta você escolher o que carregar durante ela, e o que deve deixar pelo caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-3093633344478017011?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3093633344478017011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3093633344478017011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3093633344478017011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3093633344478017011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/05/reforma.html' title='Reforma'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDDMTuJRfSw/S-r8IMpjHBI/AAAAAAAABao/eheP6K1ODHE/s72-c/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-568316827803143800</id><published>2011-04-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:41:48.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Vergonha Alheia</title><content type='html'>Depois de fazer o "Top minha manias bizarras" (que você encontra &lt;a href="http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-minhas-manias-bizzaras.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;resolvi fazer uma listinha (só porque eu adoro uma lista!!!) das situações mais embaraçosas que alguém (ou você mesmo) pode passar na vida, e que, com certeza, se alguém estiver vendo... VAI sentir vergonha por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Banheiro público. Aparentemente vazio. E você nem pensa em nada, já vai empurrando a porta. E descobre que SIM, tinha alguém dentro. (Isso já aconteceu comigo em um nível beem elevado. Abri o banheiro em que estava uma velhinha, fazendo o número 2, de olhos fechados. Que medo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Papel higiênico grudado no sapato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Zíper da calça aberto. Aberto não, arreganhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- A Ana Maria Braga vestida de Madonna. Puta merda, isso É uma super vergonha alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Pessoas dançando descontroladamente em festas. Verdadeira lombrigas em ação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Estar dançando ou cantando na maior animação, sozinho. Aí alguém chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnzRiaCLsrw/SmTVBGbD67I/AAAAAAAADME/H5EjErilswY/s400/vergonha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnzRiaCLsrw/SmTVBGbD67I/AAAAAAAADME/H5EjErilswY/s320/vergonha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Tropeçar na rua e sair catando cavaco. É feio. Demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Cabelo com cocô de passarinho. Delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Feijão ou alface ou qualquer coisa sujando os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Não lembrar o nome das pessoas. Isso acontece constantemente comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Dormir na aula, e acordar com o professor te chamando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Fotos no orkut tendo como fundo uma parede sem reboco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Erros grotescos de português. Dá uma pontada no meu fígado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- Chegar de surpresa pra falar com o amigo. E não, não é seu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas são só algumas situações. Qualquer semelhança com a realidade é mera coincidência. Ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-568316827803143800?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/568316827803143800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=568316827803143800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/568316827803143800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/568316827803143800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/top-vergonha-alheia.html' title='Top Vergonha Alheia'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnzRiaCLsrw/SmTVBGbD67I/AAAAAAAADME/H5EjErilswY/s72-c/vergonha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6989138253381249055</id><published>2011-04-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T06:02:47.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Bel Far Niente</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A beleza em não fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem já leu, ou já viu o filme "Comer, Rezar, Amar" sabe do que estou falando. 'Il Bel Far Niente' é uma expressão italiana, a qual já traduzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Com minha vida em um momento tão agitado, quando li essa frase percebi o quanto é importante e belo (sim!) a arte de não fazer nada. Ontem a tarde foi assim. Vivi para mim. Sem fazer nada. Pensei em mim, avaliei o momento sem esforço algum. Fui tomada pela beleza de não fazer nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7u5zPyaVqFA/TUNv6OVNWQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0D1J6s-M4Pk/s1600/il_570xN.194480784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7u5zPyaVqFA/TUNv6OVNWQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0D1J6s-M4Pk/s320/il_570xN.194480784.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não pensar em problemas. Não pensar na faculdade. Não pensar em projetos ambiciosos. Não sair andando pela casa igual a uma maluca, procurando algo para fazer. (Tá certo, antes da contemplação do 'não fazer nada', fiz foi uma boa faxina. Que acabou completando meu &lt;i&gt;Il&amp;nbsp;Bel far Niente &lt;/i&gt;da tarde.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A arte de não fazer nada nunca foi tão importante para mim. Com tantas pessoas me dizendo o que fazer, como me comportar, todo esse tipo de merda, pude parar (sim, PARAR!) por um instante, e avaliar. O que EU quero fazer agora? E naquela tarde, escolhi ficar em casa, sozinha. Sem ser importunada, sem ser avaliada, sem ser tomada pela sensação de desespero, de falta de tempo, de falta de energia, de falta de raciocínio lógico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Gostei, e muito, dessa sensação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E minha aventura pela percepção de uma nova beleza começa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-6989138253381249055?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6989138253381249055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6989138253381249055' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6989138253381249055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6989138253381249055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/il-bel-far-niente.html' title='Il Bel Far Niente'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7u5zPyaVqFA/TUNv6OVNWQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0D1J6s-M4Pk/s72-c/il_570xN.194480784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5954410993937782867</id><published>2011-03-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:35:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No momento, um pouco confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se quero um futuro tranquilo e estável com alguém do meu lado, rotina de trabalho, filhos, cães, casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se quero viajar pelo mundo atrás de grandes histórias. Deixar de lado a parte do "felizes para sempre" e me concentrar no "feliz para sempre... (ou por enquanto)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viajar pra Nova Zelândia, encontrar pessoas novas. Curtir, cansar, ir para a Austrália. Ir para a Itália, para Portugal, para a Inglaterra, para o Canadá. E escolher um país para viver.(Particularmente, prefiro a Nova Zelândia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unutilthings.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/escolhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://unutilthings.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/escolhas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estar disposta a conhecer alguém, descobrir que errou, sofrer por isso, cansar da vida. E conhecer outro, e outro..... Até achar O cara. E viver a vida estável. Rotineira, mas boa e estável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou boa com escolhas. Muitas vezes escolho o caminho mais difícil. O que me machuca mais, o mais longo, o mais errado. E, honestamente, me cansei dessas escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando digo que atraio o erro, é verdade. Não que atraia, mas que escolho o erro. Parece até empatia pelo sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E enquanto escolho o mais difícil, o mais fácil fica lá, esperando. ME esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas só reconheço o caminho mais fácil depois de ter passado pelo mais difícil. (Eee vontade de sofrer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo olhar da Psicologia "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;teoria da escolha&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;advoga que todos podem assumir o controle da própria vida, mesmo que as escolhas anteriores tenham sido absolutamente equivocadas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;E quantas escolhas equivocadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém aí conhece um "Manual das boas escolhas"? Se conhecer, por favor, me indique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tô precisando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5954410993937782867?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5954410993937782867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5954410993937782867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5954410993937782867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5954410993937782867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/03/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4553049630765838988</id><published>2011-03-04T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:14:21.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;...Um dia descobrimos que beijar uma pessoa para esquecer outra, é bobagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como pensa muito mais nela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letrasimples.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://letrasimples.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Olhar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia nós percebemos que as mulheres têm instinto "caçador" e fazem qualquer homem sofrer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia saberemos que ser classificado como "bonzinho" não é bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia perceberemos que a pessoa que nunca te liga é a que mais pensa em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia saberemos a importância da frase: "Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia percebemos que somos muito importante para alguém, mas não damos valor a isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia percebemos como aquele amigo faz falta, mas ai já é tarde demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase um século esse tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;todos os nossos sonhos, para beijarmos todas as bocas que nos atraem, para dizer o que tem de ser dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;O jeito é: ou nos conformamos com a falta de algumas coisas na nossa vida ou lutamos para realizar todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;as nossas loucuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Quem não compreende um olhar tampouco compreenderá uma longa explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Mário Quintana&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/7085499864842327496-4553049630765838988?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4553049630765838988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4553049630765838988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4553049630765838988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4553049630765838988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2651791779534516941</id><published>2011-02-17T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:09:24.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mude'/><title type='text'>Mudei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxOEtzmH6A4/S8ZoeEvr7cI/AAAAAAAAG_4/cjg6SQHfbj4/s1600/mulher+caminhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxOEtzmH6A4/S8ZoeEvr7cI/AAAAAAAAG_4/cjg6SQHfbj4/s320/mulher+caminhar.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mudei. Não só o layout, as cores, e o nome do blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudo todo dia.&amp;nbsp;Mudei muito durante a vida. Minhas convicções, minhas idéias, minhas ideologias, minha roupa, minhas fantasias, meus amigos, colegas, amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de garota tímida a super comunicativa em um ano.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de super rockeira gótica a.... alguma coisa não-gótica.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de futura jornalista a (quase) Médica Veterinária.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de romântica assumida a.... bom, nisso eu não mudei.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de ouvinte a violonista inexperiente...&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de leitora à poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de menina à mulher. (Será?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na essência, na verdade, continuo sendo eu. Todas essas mudanças me fizeram o que sou hoje, as pessoas aceitando ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei tanto e continuo com medo de mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de me arriscar, de me por à prova da vida. Contradição. Não ter medo do julgamento das pessoas, mas ter medo de seu próprio julgamento. Da sua antiga consciência te condenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára garota! Só você sabe a vida que tem, e a que você quer ter. &lt;b&gt;Mude.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-2651791779534516941?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2651791779534516941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2651791779534516941' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2651791779534516941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2651791779534516941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/02/mudei.html' title='Mudei'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxOEtzmH6A4/S8ZoeEvr7cI/AAAAAAAAG_4/cjg6SQHfbj4/s72-c/mulher+caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7623755100596721199</id><published>2011-01-24T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:43:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sometimesaki.no.sapo.pt/Imagens/Reflexo%20Pedro%20Gomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 500px;" src="http://sometimesaki.no.sapo.pt/Imagens/Reflexo%20Pedro%20Gomes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Seja verdadeiro consigo mesmo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É o que estou tentando fazer. Constantemente, sem sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que as vezes preferimos nos enganar para evitar a dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja da perda, da culpa, da falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos humanos e não queremos sofrer. Nossas mentiras nos iludem, e tudo parece muito melhor com elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o dia que a máscara cai; não para os outros, mas para você mesmo. A mentira que você insiste em contar para si, acaba virando verdade. Mas só por algum tempo. Só até a verdade aparecer na sua cara e você não tiver como desviar o olhar mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade aparece e te dá um susto, muitas vezes. Aí a ilusão em forma de  castelo de cartas desmancha, acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você tem que encarar a verdade. Encarar quem você realmente é. Sem mais. Ou menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que olhar no espelho e ver quem você &lt;b&gt;REALMENTE É&lt;/b&gt; muito mais difícil do que se esconder atrás de palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-7623755100596721199?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7623755100596721199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7623755100596721199' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7623755100596721199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7623755100596721199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorte-do-dia.html' title='Sorte do dia'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6136012548608325583</id><published>2010-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:47:15.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKfLoo2SQH0/TMQq0CZjEvI/AAAAAAAABJk/LRvv2V3HhU8/s1600/mulher-oferece-margarida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 436px; height: 429px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKfLoo2SQH0/TMQq0CZjEvI/AAAAAAAABJk/LRvv2V3HhU8/s1600/mulher-oferece-margarida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E o destino continua agindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se para o meu bem, ou para o meu mal... Mas continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na infância, como poderia imaginar que é tão difícil esquecer o que é fácil se amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teria algum tipo de auto-proteção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez fosse até mais feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não teria passado por tantas coisas, por tantas pessoas, por tantas situações que arrancavam a cada dia um pouco de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, no final das contas, nossas decepções, nossas perdas, e até nossas vitórias nos faz quem somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem auto-piedade. Sem auto-proteção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente um ser humano cheio de defeitos e (algumas) qualidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-6136012548608325583?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6136012548608325583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6136012548608325583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6136012548608325583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6136012548608325583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-o-destino-continua-agindo.html' title='Humanos'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKfLoo2SQH0/TMQq0CZjEvI/AAAAAAAABJk/LRvv2V3HhU8/s72-c/mulher-oferece-margarida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7362693403194263566</id><published>2010-12-21T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:15:35.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cors5MpOx-0/S5AQZcwQGtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/O4YKc4EIuWE/s400/maos_dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cors5MpOx-0/S5AQZcwQGtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/O4YKc4EIuWE/s400/maos_dadas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uma pessoa que você não via a tempos, volt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;O que fazer quando a brincadeira, antes fácil, se torna timidez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Quando as coisas mudam, de repente? Sem que você ao menos perceba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Respire fundo e siga em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O que acontecer, será papel do destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-7362693403194263566?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7362693403194263566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7362693403194263566' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7362693403194263566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7362693403194263566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/12/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cors5MpOx-0/S5AQZcwQGtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/O4YKc4EIuWE/s72-c/maos_dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2977834918901847567</id><published>2010-12-18T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:23:14.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TDXhm2w8gI/Szecjj8bWyI/AAAAAAAAACc/245IdAQGvt8/s400/sozinha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TDXhm2w8gI/Szecjj8bWyI/AAAAAAAAACc/245IdAQGvt8/s400/sozinha.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Queria que percebesse que eu sou a unica pessoa que te conhece de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que conhece seus medos, suas vontades, seus segredos, suas caras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que sabe exatamente o que você quer só de te olhar, ou apenas de falar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mas quem sabe, quando você percebê-lo, não será muito tarde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Apresse-se.&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/7085499864842327496-2977834918901847567?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2977834918901847567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2977834918901847567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2977834918901847567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2977834918901847567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/12/perceba.html' title='Perceba'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TDXhm2w8gI/Szecjj8bWyI/AAAAAAAAACc/245IdAQGvt8/s72-c/sozinha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6883726591496165438</id><published>2010-11-21T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:43:31.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logomania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OgRKRUACU4/S0TzOlcZJEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWDfeUIcr00/s400/mulher_deitada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OgRKRUACU4/S0TzOlcZJEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWDfeUIcr00/s400/mulher_deitada1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deitada, assim, meio sem nada pra fazer. Bate uma vontade louca de escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas, escrever sobre o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sobre a última (e ainda presente) decepção amorosa? Sobre o fato de ter tomado uma decisão que mudará minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Queria que essas palavras fossem mais que letras mal escritas num pedaço de papel cheio de linhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Queria que minhas palavras que minhas palavras pudessem ser carregadas pelos quatro ventos, enchesse os ouvidos e as almas das pessoas que, porventura, ouvisse minhas histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mais que histórias... Sentimentos, ideologias, prazeres... Minha vida sendo contada bem diante dos meus olhos. Palavras sendo formadas sem que eu ao menos me desse pare para perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não tão importante pra quem lê, mas um longo e prazeroso caso de amor para quem escreve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que põe toda sua intimidade no papel em troca de.... Em troca de nada, na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Escrevo pelo simples prazer de escrever. De sentir, mesmo sem falar, que a garganta sangra com tantas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Escrevo, então, sobre escrever. Sobre me entregar totalmente aqui, agora, como nunca o fiz antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-6883726591496165438?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6883726591496165438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6883726591496165438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6883726591496165438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6883726591496165438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/11/escrever.html' title='Logomania'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OgRKRUACU4/S0TzOlcZJEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWDfeUIcr00/s72-c/mulher_deitada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6568988617067962878</id><published>2010-11-13T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:12:39.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BWrZ_uvOkg/SyDTq3erWKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NFkpn0TBOEI/s320/sentimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BWrZ_uvOkg/SyDTq3erWKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NFkpn0TBOEI/s320/sentimento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Já escrevi muitos poemas. Na verdade, já não quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cansada de escrever poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Poemas cheios de rimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De palavras pensadas, analisadas. Tentando (só tentando) traduzir sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meus sentimentos são mais profundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mais do que rimas sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Talvez devesse realmente parar de rimar. Coisas metódicas já não fazem mais sentido na minha mente confusa e cheia de planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aliás, mente que já está tão cheia de coisas, que não consegue pensar. Na verdade só pensa em você. Na vontade de gritar, falar, chorar. Tudo para me ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não consegue entender meus sinais. Meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não vê meus olhos marejados (ou prefere não ver). Não percebe que meus olhos sabem de histórias que não me conta mais. Que nunca me contou, na verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que talvez tenha medo de me contar. Medo não sei de que, se não me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me ama, na verdade. Não sei se da mesma maneira. Talvez. (ou não?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Já cansei de histórias, na verdade. E da tua boca não ouço nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E tua insistência em algo que nunca existiu fica. Fica e não passa. Não me deixa respirar, não me deixa falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E fica, na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-6568988617067962878?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6568988617067962878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6568988617067962878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6568988617067962878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6568988617067962878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/11/na-verdade.html' title='Na verdade...'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BWrZ_uvOkg/SyDTq3erWKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NFkpn0TBOEI/s72-c/sentimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1304530588260488502</id><published>2010-09-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:18:06.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É Hot! #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje, mais um "É Hot!". Tá certo que o cara é mais novo que eu (e olha que eu sou nova, hein???) mas como deixar de falar nele???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taylor Lautner, o cara mais gato de Crepúsculo. Por isso prefiro os lobisomens..... (Como aquele Robert Pattinson é sem sal...Blé.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxiX-pdUWw0/TBoghtf8JQI/AAAAAAAAArE/-7kmgUn3pyY/s400/taylor_lautner_shirtless_sixpack_new_moon_set_tree_300x400.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso comentar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww247/oaue/Ripped-Taylor-Lautner-for-New-Moon-.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 599px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E em Lua nova, clássico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por esse lobo até virava chapeuzinho vermelho, hein??&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/7085499864842327496-1304530588260488502?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1304530588260488502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1304530588260488502' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1304530588260488502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1304530588260488502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-hot-3.html' title='É Hot! #3'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxiX-pdUWw0/TBoghtf8JQI/AAAAAAAAArE/-7kmgUn3pyY/s72-c/taylor_lautner_shirtless_sixpack_new_moon_set_tree_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1966937830939283475</id><published>2010-09-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:03:10.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem de Preto, qual é sua missão?</title><content type='html'>Filme que mais espero para ver no próximo mês: Tropa de Elite 2!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá uma olhadinha no trailer: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5SBB4M3oTQ"&gt; Tropa de Elite 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É faca na caveira!!!&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;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uH8Pie-qYt87gM:http://www.tgmarinho.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/tropa-de-elite.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-1966937830939283475?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1966937830939283475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1966937830939283475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1966937830939283475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1966937830939283475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/homem-de-preto-qual-e-sua-missao.html' title='Homem de Preto, qual é sua missão?'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7447114648666443981</id><published>2010-07-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:06:55.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estranha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maluca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>UH! Lady Gaga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje, vendo o clipe de Alejandro, da Lady Gaga, só pude pensar: - Porque &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;diabos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; essa mulher se veste assim, cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E, claaro, fui procurar mais roupas assim. Qual não foi a minha surpresa ao ver um site, em que um cara tinha feito as Barbies de Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dá uma olhadinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedollkermitcoat.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 324px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedollpurplehair.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 294px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedollmummywraps.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedollhellokitty.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiebuttonhair.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 294px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedolls.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 412px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.blogo.it/dasmariasblog/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas-em-versao-barbie/ladygagabarbiedollbow.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 294px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo bem, nunca gostei da Barbie, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E você, o que achou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-7447114648666443981?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7447114648666443981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7447114648666443981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7447114648666443981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7447114648666443981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/lady-gaga-e-suas-roupas-estranhas.html' title='UH! Lady Gaga!'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7167460362278316436</id><published>2010-07-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:21:21.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homem bonito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marron 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Levine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='É Hot'/><title type='text'>É Hot! #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me empolguei com essa história de "É Hot!", e resolvi postar mais um que eu, particularmente, amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adam Levine! Pra quem nunca ouviu esse nome, ele é o vocalista (hot) da banda &lt;a href="http://www.maroon5.com/"&gt;Marron 5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é só porque vivi uma história especial a base das músicas do Marron 5 não. Vai me dizer que ele não é lindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De cabeça raspada, de moicano ou de cabelo bagunçado, ele é o cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30PRmkOl4ro/SfGlyDQFlyI/AAAAAAAAOh0/OoRmmvrcbkI/s400/adam-levine1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&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;img src="http://fileserver.glam.com/glampress/music/naughtynice/adamlevine.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 445px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra quem nunca viu (o que eu acho bem difícil), VEJA os clipes de "This Love" e "Wake up Call". Só veja. E aproveite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-7167460362278316436?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7167460362278316436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7167460362278316436' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7167460362278316436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7167460362278316436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-hot-2.html' title='É Hot! #2'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30PRmkOl4ro/SfGlyDQFlyI/AAAAAAAAOh0/OoRmmvrcbkI/s72-c/adam-levine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8810110402992659843</id><published>2010-07-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:18:11.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared Leto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gato'/><title type='text'>É Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A justiça vai ser feita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdobarao.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blog do Barão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (visite!) tem sempre um "Post para embelezar o blog". Maaaas, é tudo voltado para o público masculino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E nós, como ficamos??? Resolvi nossos problemas, meninas! Agora, no meu blog, a sessão "É Hot!", com homens lindos, charmosos, com aquele borogodó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiquem à vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje no blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jared Leto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ator, cantor, guitarrista e gato, muito gato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ideagirlconsulting.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/jared_leto_-shirtless-sexy-hot-guy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 325px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.todaslasnovedades.es/rs/5064/e9c4455d-a317-4f4c-9f70-108d736bae98/34f/filename/jared-leto.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 539px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hairexperts.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/HairExperts/2010/Fevereiro/zoom/jared_leto_moicano.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 792px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E esse moicano aí? Ai, ai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"E Deus criou Jared Leto", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expressão perfeita para simbolizar o momento.&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/7085499864842327496-8810110402992659843?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8810110402992659843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8810110402992659843' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8810110402992659843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8810110402992659843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-hot.html' title='É Hot!'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1128303948132003934</id><published>2010-07-10T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:54:47.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>O que aprendi.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nextconqueror.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/elenco-a-casa-de-cera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 305px;" src="http://nextconqueror.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/elenco-a-casa-de-cera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... Com filmes de terror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Todos os filmes começam alegres;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Todo grupo de amigos tem um herói, uma mocinha, uma loira burra e um negro típico americano, o resto, é o resto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Não importa o quão medrosa a mocinha seja, ela SEMPRE, SEMPRE vai atrás do barulho esquisto que ela ouviu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Quando as coisas estranhas começarem a acontecer, pode ter certeza... Eles vão dizer: "Não podemos nos separar". Na cena seguinte, eles se separam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Sim, a mocinha sabe como ninguém dar porrada no assassino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Celulares não funcionam em cenários macabros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Os personagens avulsos são os primeiros a morrer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- A loira burra é a segunda a morrer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- O negro é o terceiro, porque está procurando a loira burra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- O herói salva a mocinha no último segundo. (Ou vice-versa);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Eles vão embora da cena dos crimes, deixando tudo para trás, sem dar satisfação às autoridades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Ou sem dar entrada em um hospital, porque sempre vão estar machucados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Por fim ainda existe a chance de acontecer tudo novamente com o mesmo herói e a mesma mocinha, na continuação do filme. Com amigos novos, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elenco acima: a Casa de Cera - 2005)&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/7085499864842327496-1128303948132003934?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1128303948132003934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1128303948132003934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1128303948132003934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1128303948132003934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-aprendi.html' title='O que aprendi.....'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8057856675338853124</id><published>2010-07-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:05:03.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azar 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois da minha última postagem, em que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;citei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; o flamengo, Bruno (goleiro) foi preso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi mal aí, gente!&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/7085499864842327496-8057856675338853124?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8057856675338853124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8057856675338853124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8057856675338853124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8057856675338853124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/azar-2.html' title='Azar 2'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1836730303876559907</id><published>2010-07-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:28:56.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que minha última postagem antes do jogo do Brasil deu azar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca postarei sobre o Flamengo.&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/7085499864842327496-1836730303876559907?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1836730303876559907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1836730303876559907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1836730303876559907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1836730303876559907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/azar.html' title='Azar'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5866259678974340593</id><published>2010-07-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:11:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil, país do futebol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://africanfootball.mtnfootball.com/content/jabulani_456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 340px;" src="http://africanfootball.mtnfootball.com/content/jabulani_456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje é quinta feira e eu já estou em casa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que aconteceu?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amanhã é feriado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nãããão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É dia de Jogo da Seleção Brasileira na Copa do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem já viveu mais de 2 Copas do mundo sabe do que estou falando. O Brasil REALMENTE pára, em dias de jogo da Seleção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Pra queeee???? Ninguém, quer aprender naada em dia de jogo! (Ou quando não há jogo. Ninguém quer aprender nada mesmo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mercado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?? Pra queeee???? Obviamente, ninguém vai fazer compras. (Tirando antes dos jogos, onde a demanda de pipoca, refri, e claro, a cervejinha aumenta exponencialmente. No jogo Brasil X Coréia do Norte tive que disputar o último saco de pipoca de manteiga com uma senhora. Claro que eu ganhei. Pô. Nem ouvi aos apelos do filhinho dela. Ahh, compra a de morango, que eh uma deliiiicia! -NOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hospita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l??? AAAAh! Fala sério! Quem vai ficar doente em dia de jogo??? O sistema imunológico até se reforça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;???? Pra queeee???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!! Mas espera aí!!! Esse não pode fechar nããããoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O único comércio que abre, no Brasil, em dia de jogo, é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!!! Ahhh....A cerveja, a TV, a galera, o senhor bêbado estirado no chão com vômito pela camisa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ÊÊÊ dia de jogo da Seleção! Que maravilha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brigada Brasil, por continuar na Copa e por ser o PAÍS DO FUTEBOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brasiiil, eÔ!!!!Brasiiiilll, eÔ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Obs: E Alemanha eÔ também! Argentina seleção de viadinhooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Obs 2: Tudo culpa da Jabulani. Maldita seja pela vitória da Argentina contra o Mexico.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5866259678974340593?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5866259678974340593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5866259678974340593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5866259678974340593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/5866259678974340593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/brasil-pais-do-futebol.html' title='Brasil, país do futebol.'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8829913214205682609</id><published>2010-06-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:58:58.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wyep.org/images/audio_specials/1216998954.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.wyep.org/images/audio_specials/1216998954.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simplesmente a melhor banda de todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolucionaram o Rock, a música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolucionaram os cortes de cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolucionaram as tietes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolucionaram o mundo com suas mensagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tô no meio de uma das minhas fases beatlemaníacas.Tenho essas fases desde criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CD preferido? Seeem dúvida Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CD feito sem turnê, sem divulgação em rádios, com altas inovações musicais ( orquestrações musicais, instrumentos hindus, gravações tocadas ao contrário e sons de animais - Pasmem! ) e eleito o melhor de todos os tempos pela Rolling Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Capa polêmica, envolvendo satanismo e tudo. (UUUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vendeu 11 milhões de cópias, e foi gravado em 129 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Além disso, tem Strawberry Fields Forever no CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfeito. Simplesmente Perfeito.&lt;/span&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/7085499864842327496-8829913214205682609?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8829913214205682609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8829913214205682609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8829913214205682609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8829913214205682609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/06/beatles.html' title='Beatles'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2419809349919740778</id><published>2010-06-01T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:17:25.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essas amizades....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hayyy.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/luluzinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://hayyy.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/luluzinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dou muito melhor com amigos homens do que com as mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Será que sou a errada???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que seja porque as mulheres são (teoricamente falando) mais falsas, ou invejosas ou porque elas podem simplesmente roubar seu namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente por que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de coisas que os homens gostam, eu acho. (tirando mulheres, obviamente.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, tenho que rever essas amizades.&lt;br /&gt;Elas estão me deixando muito mais ignorante e sem educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, brincadeira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês amigOs!!!!&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/7085499864842327496-2419809349919740778?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2419809349919740778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2419809349919740778' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2419809349919740778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2419809349919740778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/06/cara.html' title='Essas amizades....'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3632094455054187219</id><published>2010-04-24T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:54:03.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda panela tem sua tampa.(ou não?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.essenciais.com.br/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/145x145/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/c/u/cumbuca_coracao_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.essenciais.com.br/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/145x145/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/c/u/cumbuca_coracao_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhando minhas comunidades hoje, percebi a existência de uma em particular que me chamou a atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Será que sou uma cumbuca?", com a seguinte descrição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Se toda panela tem sua tampa, será que eu sou uma cumbuca e vou viver sempre com um papel alumínio ou um rolo pack?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A verdade é que entrei nela em algum momento depressivo da minha vida.E a verdade é que saí dela hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É incrível o quanto procuramos por alguém.(Essa comunidade, por exemplo, tem 22.581 membros.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É incrível o quanto gastamos tempo olhando para a pessoa que está a nossa frente, sendo que temos várias outras ao nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ainda tenho a certeza de que todos temos alguém especial na vida.Mas também tenho a certeza de que não devemos viver em função disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes saímos "pra dançar" quando, na verdade, saímos com a unica finalidade de encontrarmos alguém?(E, claro, se isso não acontece, a noite foi uma grande e fedorenta merda.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deveríamos sair mais para dançar (literalmente falando), curtir a vida ao lado de pessoas que amamos, que nos amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sermos quem SOMOS, sem nos importarmos com o que os outros podem pensar de uma pessoa louca dançando no meio do mercado com os amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O amor vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De uma forma ou outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ainda não me encontrou.Mas encontrará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enquanto isso vou aproveitando meus dias.E minhas noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minhas loucuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minhas vontades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minha vida.&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/7085499864842327496-3632094455054187219?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3632094455054187219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3632094455054187219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3632094455054187219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3632094455054187219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/04/olhando-minhas-comunidades-hoje-percebi.html' title='Toda panela tem sua tampa.(ou não?)'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4226106538815786636</id><published>2010-04-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:28:14.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://justhiink.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/monkeys_ernestcline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://justhiink.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/monkeys_ernestcline1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Penso, logo existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Existo? (Suspiro.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vivo, logo existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Existo?(Desisto.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vida de fardos pesados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Vivo, logo existo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amores Superestimados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amo, logo existo. (ou não?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vida da sociedade endinheirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vidas sujas nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vida da sociedade enganada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dos homens e suas luas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(loucos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loucos sonhadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loucos infratores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loucos protetores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loucos pensadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Louco, logo existo.&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/7085499864842327496-4226106538815786636?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4226106538815786636/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8284320420160387152</id><published>2010-04-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:15:55.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresno 2 - Depois do show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://magramagrella.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/fresno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://magramagrella.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/fresno3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!&lt;div&gt;Fresno *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já disse que podem falar o que quiserem dos garotos da Fresno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que o show foi FODA, isso foi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diria Lucas Silveira (Beeshop):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nada como um show de Rock sábado à noite."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem duvida.Sem duvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E minha paixão aumenta.Rock de boa qualidade nos dias de hoje eh foda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não venha me dizer que isso não é Rock, se vc só conhece uma música deles.Ouça o CD inteiro, procure conhecer as músicas antigas.....Aí a gente pode conversar!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posers?Sim, muitas!!!!(MUITAS mesmo!!).Menininhas desesperadas gritando até para os Roadies?Sim, muitas....Mas, apesar de tuudo isso, um puta show de rock sábado a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Lucas, Tavares, Bell e Vavo por um show MARAVILHOSO (curto, mas maravilhoso.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-8284320420160387152?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8284320420160387152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8284320420160387152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8284320420160387152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8284320420160387152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/04/fresno-2-depois-do-show.html' title='Fresno 2 - Depois do show'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-126102289978009408</id><published>2010-03-31T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:42:27.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai um poeminha aí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNa9yu2IOIs/SwxdcUUwenI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tmmUJ8dgWk8/s1600/_._927404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNa9yu2IOIs/SwxdcUUwenI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tmmUJ8dgWk8/s1600/_._927404.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A claridade acaricia meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A luz que entra pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz iluminar teu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dentre todas as sensações, essa é a mais bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O calor se espalha pela cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É o sol ou nosso corpo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você olha nos meus olhos e diz que me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percebo que meu coração não está morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto o coração pulsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será essa coração o teu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ouço o coração pulsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será esse coração o meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhas para mim, e já sei a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já não somos dois.Somos um a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olho a hora que o relógio me mostra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e já passa da hora de levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te abraço e dormimos novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, é seu corpo que está quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7085499864842327496-126102289978009408?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/126102289978009408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=126102289978009408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/126102289978009408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/126102289978009408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/vai-um-poeminha-ai.html' title='Vai um poeminha aí?'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNa9yu2IOIs/SwxdcUUwenI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tmmUJ8dgWk8/s72-c/_._927404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3269061978806626454</id><published>2010-03-11T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:21:21.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher é tudo igual - eu discordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.houseofmental.com/shop/images/uploads/paris_hilton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.houseofmental.com/shop/images/uploads/paris_hilton3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em resposta ao Post "Homem é tudo igual- eu discordo" do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tride3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tri de 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/felipebizzi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Felipe Bizzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Convivo com garotos praticamente a minha vida toda.Sempre me dei melhor com eles, não sei porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei o que a maioria dos homens pensam sobre as mulheres:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toda mulher adora fazer compras, não pode ver um cartão de créditos, que já era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ora, meu amigo.Como mulher posso dizer que tenho horror à compras!Só as faço em caso de extrema necessidade!Enfrentar filas, gastar dinheiro, ficar hoooooras experimentando.... Me dá até um arrepio na espinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dizem por aí que, nós mulheres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só ligamos para os carinhas que tem uma boa conta bancária e um bom carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.Bah!Isso é tudo fantasia, meus caros amigos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso é só pra vocês se sentirem mal, coisa de publicitário que quer mesmo que vocês gastem seu dinheirinho com besteiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mulher gosta de futebol sim!(Bom, claro que existem as que não gostam, mas....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu adoro ir ao estádio, torcer pro meu time (MEEEENGO!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adoro assitir a Liga dos Campeões, aos amistosos da Seleção.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora, uma coisa que todas as mulheres gostam é de se sentirem lindas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disso vocês não podem reclamar!Maquiagem, cabelo, unhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, nós somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vaidosas assumidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim como nem todos os homens são cafajestes sem escrúpulos, nem todas as mulheres são galinhas incorrigíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No final das contas, o que procuramos é a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pessoas legais pra dividir vitórias e derrotas.Não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7085499864842327496-3269061978806626454?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3269061978806626454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3269061978806626454' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3269061978806626454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3269061978806626454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulher-e-tudo-igual-eu-discordo.html' title='Mulher é tudo igual - eu discordo'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-826740156041177646</id><published>2010-03-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:28:08.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://metropolitanafm.uol.com.br/media/biografias/images/fresno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="http://metropolitanafm.uol.com.br/media/biografias/images/fresno.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há quem diga que são emos.Há quem diga que são gays.Há quem diga que cantam mal.Há quem diga que isso não é Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso pouco me importa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amo, ouço desde muito tempo atrás (antes de virar 'modinha') e sim, vou ao show deles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pela 1ª vez, Fresno em Volta Redonda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10 de abril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero ansiosamente!!&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/7085499864842327496-826740156041177646?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/826740156041177646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=826740156041177646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/826740156041177646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/826740156041177646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresno.html' title='Fresno'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-9020677073116590158</id><published>2010-03-09T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:51:22.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you're doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCpgYPRj3uY/SeOIaKnKiVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SE4wEOu204k/s400/beijo+e-o-vento-levou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCpgYPRj3uY/SeOIaKnKiVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SE4wEOu204k/s400/beijo+e-o-vento-levou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desde a antiguidade a humanidade depende de suas interações sociais, para a adaptação ao meio (Caraca, hein?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim, surgiu o abraço!OWWN, que lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é quando duas ou mais pessoas – geralmente duas – ficam parcial ou completamente entre os braços da outra. É usado, dependendo da cultura local, como forma de demonstração de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afeto" title="Afeto" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;afeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pessoa" title="Pessoa" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; para outra. Através dele podemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cumprimento" title="Cumprimento" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cumprimentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ou expressar sentimentos como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carinho" title="Carinho" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amor" title="Amor" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compaix%C3%A3o" title="Compaixão" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade" title="Saudade" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congratula%C3%A7%C3%A3o" title="Congratulação" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;congratulação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; etc. Um abraço em alguém pode demonstrar também proteção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instinto" title="Instinto" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;instintiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do abraço, para as mãos dadas, das mãos dadas para o carinho, do carinho para o selinho, do selinho para o beijo francês (não sabe o que é?Joga no Google, ou pergunta pro Daniel.Ele que me ensinou!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é o toque dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A1bio" title="Lábio" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; com qualquer coisa, normalmente uma pessoa. Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultura" title="Cultura" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocidente" title="Ocidente" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ocidental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é considerado um gesto de afeição. Entre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amizade" title="Amizade" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, é utilizado como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cumprimento" title="Cumprimento" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cumprimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ou despedida. O beijo nos lábios de outra pessoa é um símbolo de afeição romântica ou de desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexo" title="Sexo" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- neste último caso, o beijo pode ser também noutras partes do corpo, ou ainda o chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijo_de_l%C3%ADngua" title="Beijo de língua" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beijo de língua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, em que as pessoas que se beijam mantêm a boca aberta enquanto trocam carícias com as línguas.(By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não quero nem imaginar o que vem depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa dependência pelas interações sociais vem ficando cada vez mais forte, pela falta de contato entre nós, devido a isso que esta em suas mãos amiguinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, a doce e linda internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PAUSA PARA PENSAMENTO INÚTIL - Acho que a gente deveria se casar com a internet.Pensa bem: Você decide quando lidar com ela, ela te obedece e ainda por cima é útil e te diverte!!!!! -  FIM DA PAUSA PARA PENSAMENTO INÚTIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A verdade é que, mesmo com a internet, nada se compara ao abraço na mamãe, as mãos dadas com o irmãozinho, o carinho do namô, o selinho do amigo (SIM!Amigos dão selinho.Não me corrija.) ao beijo francês d...(ARRÁ!Axou q eu ia dar a dica??NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=beijo+franc%C3%AAs&amp;amp;btnG=Pesquisa+Google&amp;amp;meta=&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;google it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijo é bom, todo mundo gosta, e você ainda aumenta suas interações sociais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso, corra para os braços de quem vc mais ama!VAI, AGORA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ficam na mala, não guardo na cômoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Não piso nas divisórias entre os pisos (aquelas listrinhas, sabe?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Quando jogo no computador, minha mão esquerda fica onde deveria estar a direita, e vice-versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Não consigo passar um dia sem cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Palavrões fazem parte do meu vocabulário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Calças jeans são usadas mesmo em um dia de calor, sem explicação viável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- Encaro os cães na rua.Mesmo.Tenham medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- Sento sempre do lado direito do ônibus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- Conto piadas frequentemente.Acho que sou engraçada.Não que as pessoas concordem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- Gosto de listas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- Amo cinema.Vou até sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- A colcha da minha cama fica em uma única posição.Acho que está de cabeça pra baixo, mas só fica assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14- Gosto de caras estranhos.Ou diferentes.Eles me chamam a atenção, de alguma maneira completamente bizarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15- Desodorante serve para ser usado sempre que se encontrar no campo de visão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16- Cozinhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17- Ando de um lado para o outro quando falo no telefone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18- Por falar nisso, nunca tenho créditos no celular.Meus amigos me retornam as ligações.Não me orgulho disso, só acho legal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19- Estudo à noite.As coisas funcionam melhor depois das 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20- Faço várias coisas ao mesmo tempo.Agora, por exemplo, estou twittando, no orkut, no msn e vendo blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto.Agora já me conhecem o suficiente pra me amar ou me odiar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-4257276441530683476?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2322285743847227539</id><published>2010-01-21T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:10:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inutilidade Pública</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É incrível a quantidade de notícias inúteis publicadas pelos sites de fofoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title" face="inherit" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL1457604-9798,00-SOZINHOS+BRUNO+GAGLIASSO+E+CHRISTIANE+TORLONI+CIRCULAM+POR+AEROPORTO.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sozinhos, Bruno Gagliasso e Christiane Torloni circulam por aeroporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title" face="inherit" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL1456619-9798,00-LUIZA+E+YASMIN+BRUNET+FAZEM+GRACA+EM+SHOPPING+CARIOCA.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luiza e Yasmin Brunet fazem graça em shopping carioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title" face="inherit" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL1454905-9798,00-SOZINHA+GLORIA+MARIA+VAI+A+FARMACIA+NO+LEBLON.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sozinha, Glória Maria vai à farmácia no Leblon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o pior é que existem pessoas que procuram isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu Deus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você for uma delas (E eu sinceramente espero que não!), as "notícias" estão linkadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aproveite a inutilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7085499864842327496-2322285743847227539?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2322285743847227539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2322285743847227539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2322285743847227539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2322285743847227539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/inutilidade-publica.html' title='Inutilidade Pública'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2347415782154987759</id><published>2010-01-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:40:09.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu?</title><content type='html'>Foi o tempo em que me preocupei com o que as pessoas pensavam sobre mim.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sei que o que importa é o que EU penso sobre mim.Assim aproveito mais minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez você devesse tentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-2347415782154987759?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2347415782154987759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2347415782154987759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2347415782154987759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2347415782154987759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu.html' title='Eu?'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2942292787880686538</id><published>2010-01-08T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:36:32.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Desde a infância acompanhamos histórias da Branca de Neve, Cinderela, A Bela e a Fera, A Bela adormecida, e blablabla.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Todas elas tem algo em comum (além da princesa q só se ferra na historia, claro).E eu te pergunto: O que?Oque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YAL2oclfk/SaQZErYu7cI/AAAAAAAAA5M/xqYWNMDCYTI/s400/Principe+William.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PRÍNCIPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aquele homem forte, de cavalo branco, lindo.O cabelinho arrumado pomposamente, Uma capa amarrada no pescoço (sabe-se lá porque!), botas pretas, e encantando todas as menininhas afoitas e com os hormônios em ebulição.Mas, obviamente, a pobrezinha em apuros sempre (eu disse SEMPRE) fica com ele no final, mesmo com a interferência de bruxas e madrastas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aí eu te pergunto (mais uma vez): Esse príncipe existe????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não minha cara amiga, CLARO que não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os homens, assim como nós, têm defeitos!(E como tem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toda a idealização que esses desenhos nos trazem desde meninas é pura....IMAGINAÇÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Homens não vem em cavalos brancos, vem de chevette, fusquinha, bicicleta ou até a pé! (Busão conta, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Homens não se vestem pomposamente (a menos que sejam estilistas super fashions - esses não contam como "homens", não é?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E não, eles NÃO usam capa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Na maioria das vezes não vão te salvar sempre que vc estiver em apuros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O verdadeiro homem é imperfeito, assim como a gente.Erra, pede perdão.A gente enrola um pouquinho, faz um doce, e (dependendo da situação, claro!) acaba perdoando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele xinga, assiste futebol (Faço questão de ver junto!A-D-O-R-O!), e, vai sim, envelhecer, minha amiga, e ficar com aquela barriguinha q vc tanto já viu em seu pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sabe como seria o príncipe atual?Achei uma música que traduz bem isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/lulina/1147316/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/lulina/1147316/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lulina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/lulina/" style="text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu prícipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não vem em cavalo branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não tem muito dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu o amo mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu principe arruma toda a casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Prepara minha comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Enquanto eu to no botequim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu principe me da multiplos orgasmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ai meu principe sao 13 no total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele limpa o banheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu trabalho o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele lava a roupa suja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu bebo bebo bebo bebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele briga com as crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu toco violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele quer discutir a relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Entendeu, minha querida amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Príncipes não existem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas sempre, sempre achamos homens imperfeitos que nos fazem felizes, e que nos amam, do jetinho que somos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(E sabemos tirar proveito disso...hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7085499864842327496-2942292787880686538?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1450967274759527431</id><published>2010-01-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:54:23.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica</title><content type='html'>Uma boa dica?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bazardastres.blogspot.com"&gt;Bazar das três&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cix, Dinha e Yasmin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-1450967274759527431?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1450967274759527431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1450967274759527431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1450967274759527431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1450967274759527431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/dica.html' title='Dica'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4720637140719116221</id><published>2010-01-07T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:52:12.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayfarer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weeklydrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ray-ban-wayfarer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 523px; height: 260px;" src="http://weeklydrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ray-ban-wayfarer.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos poucos acessórios que me apaixonei nos ultimos meses, ele, o Wayfarer!&lt;div&gt;Consegui o meu, finalmente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A propósito, se quiserem me presentear, podem escolher uns coloridos.Eu deixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-4720637140719116221?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4720637140719116221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4720637140719116221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4720637140719116221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4720637140719116221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/wayfarer.html' title='Wayfarer'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6623394671677691897</id><published>2009-12-27T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:16:48.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha(s)</title><content type='html'>Ahh...&lt;div&gt;A algum tempo escrevo poemas.Nada muito rebuscado ou complexo.Não que as pessoas vejam o que eu escrevo.Na vdd, tenho até vergonha de mostrá-los.Bom, como isso aqui é internet e não vou ver a reação de ninguém, vou postar uns que fiz ontem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimento procurado por todos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definido por loucos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrado por poucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estado permanente da amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinceridade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele que, às vezes, ao nosso coração invade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo com a família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sair com os amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, que a tão pouco tempo não se cria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estado permanente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou estado de espírito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complexo, mas simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente Felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Não tão bonito quanto do meu grande amigo Walter, mas...do fundo do meu coração)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um, ainda sem título:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é música para os meus ouvidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música bela, melodia encantadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Som que eleva minha alma.Ruídos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notas que cada um de nós adora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes suave, às vezes sufocante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ardente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas vezes inesperada, inimaginável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como Bossa Nova e pôr do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;num dia quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como música velha (e boa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que chega de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invadindo nossa mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o fim dessa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem poderá escrever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora.Somente nosso coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem mais poderia ser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto.Tomei coragem!UHUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, se quiserem, comentem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-6623394671677691897?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6623394671677691897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6623394671677691897' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6623394671677691897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6623394671677691897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/poeminhas.html' title='Poeminha(s)'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3894497435006744737</id><published>2009-11-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:34:31.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GaGa</title><content type='html'>Ando ouvindo muito Lady Gaga.Love Game, Paparazzi, Poker Face, Nothing else I can say....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto daquele jeito"peculiar" (pra não dizer louca de pedra) dela!Mas, ultimamente, ela anda me assustando bastante!Quem viu o novo clipe dela, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACm9yECwSso"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/a&gt;, sabe do que estou falando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem não viu, veja agora!&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;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/7085499864842327496-3894497435006744737?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3894497435006744737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3894497435006744737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3894497435006744737'/><link 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href="http://www.depositonaweb.com.br/wp-content/uploads/backstreetboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.depositonaweb.com.br/wp-content/uploads/backstreetboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah cara.Não vou negar...Na minha infância dançava Spice Girls (Eu era a Emma!!--Sou suuuper loira, não??!!) e Backstreet Boys (Namorava o Nick, poxa!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas os Backstreet boys voltaram.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora, como eu acho ridículo uma "boyband" com uns caras tão...ehhh....maduros!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poxa, se liga só:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nicholas Gene Carter (Nick) --&gt; data d nascimento: 28/01/1980 -- Ou seja: 29 anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alexander James McLean (AJ) --&gt; d.n: 09/01/1978 -- Ou seja: 31 anos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Howard Dwaine Dorough (Howie D.) --&gt; d.n: 22/08/1973 -- Ou seja: 36 anos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian Thomas Littrell (Brian) --&gt; d.n: 20/02/1975 -- Ou seja: 34 anos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ehhh...Sem contar o Kevin, q saiu e tem 38 anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho q já passou do momento "boyband-coreografia-loucura das menininhas-poster de revista adolescente", não???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Boys'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7118747096037738772</id><published>2009-11-15T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:16:53.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>Me basta abrir os olhos de manhã para que minha mãe me dê uma lista de coisas a fazer.&lt;div&gt;Cadê meu direito ao ócio???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-7118747096037738772?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8370028408693871791</id><published>2009-11-13T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T04:40:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuuuuuuu..  (feito por mim!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Sv1Tuc7nlwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PhN9V5MsCKo/s1600-h/Fuuuuuu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Sv1Tuc7nlwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PhN9V5MsCKo/s400/Fuuuuuu.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403567185419802370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/7085499864842327496-8370028408693871791?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8370028408693871791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=8370028408693871791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8370028408693871791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8370028408693871791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuuuuuuu-feito-por-mim.html' title='Fuuuuuuu..  (feito por mim!)'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Sv1Tuc7nlwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PhN9V5MsCKo/s72-c/Fuuuuuu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4523103468474385388</id><published>2009-11-13T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:36:37.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se joga!!</title><content type='html'>"Medicina pra mim tem que ser vista como um sacerdócio. mas as pessoas me diziam que medicina era coisa de rico! então eu comecei a lutar. passei em biologia, só que biologia não era o que eu queria ainda. este é o meu avô, era a pessoa que dizia assim... tenta de novo, você vai conseguir! uma amiga me falou do prouni e eu me inscrevi. tive uma excelente pontuação. passei em medicina! eu vou fazer geriatria. tenho certeza de que vou tratar sempre qualquer pessoa, exergando os meus avós. prouni é a chance do aluno ingressar na faculdade e tentar mudar a sua história de vida. é tão raro ter uma oportunidade dessas, que quando a gente agarra com força, com vontade..&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;SE JOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;... foi o que eu fiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, depois dessa propaganda Prouni (que recebi da Julia pelo meu orkut), resolvi avaliar alguns pontos na minha vida....(não só minha, mas de todos os humanos!!).Na vdd, soh pela parte  "SE JOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... foi o que eu fiz".&lt;br /&gt;Entre minhas amigas essa frase tah virando uma espécie de estilo de vida.Quantas vezes teremos que perder oportunidades pra percebermos que nada vai ser do jeitinho que a gente quer??&lt;br /&gt;Oportunidades surgem todos os dias, a todo momento.Vai de cada pessoa se ARRISCAR e &lt;b&gt;se jogar&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo perder mais oportunidades.Aliás, jah comecei a fazer isso a algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a não ter&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt; MEDO de errar&lt;/span&gt;, a gente aprende a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;VIVER de verdade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Vai fazer bem pra você, AGORA?Então SE JOGAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Não pense no que pode acontecer (Claro, há limites.Não é bom se jogar quando vc pensa em roubar um Banco ou bater numa velhinha na rua....&lt;b&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt;?), pense no agora, viva o presente!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The present is a gift.That is why it is called the present!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que aproveitar a vida, afinal soh temos uma!E o pior, não sabemos o quanto ela vai durar!&lt;br /&gt;Tire esses pensamentos de autopiedade da cabeça!Todos temos problemas, só que as pessoas mais felizes lidam com eles de formas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Use filtro solar!(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Just a joke&lt;/span&gt;!:D)&lt;br /&gt;Não se importe de chorar, rir, dizer "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu te amo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" para as pessoas que vc ama de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Vire a noite conversando com pessoas especiais!&lt;br /&gt;Não se importe em parecer louco, se quando tudo parece ruim (Dia chuvoso, notas ruins, problemas!) você ainda &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;SORRIR :))))&lt;/span&gt;!!(Eh por causa disso que me chamam de garota-sorriso????Oh meu Deus!Não sabem o quanto sou feliz agora!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIVA DE VERDADE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeee.....SE JOGAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que EU fiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-4523103468474385388?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4523103468474385388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4523103468474385388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4523103468474385388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4523103468474385388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-joga.html' title='Se joga!!'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3267080281178073071</id><published>2009-11-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:28:47.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seropédica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEMvDZ8eljA/ScvPtA_rpDI/AAAAAAAACoA/LdgzRMuLYuY/s320/calor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEMvDZ8eljA/ScvPtA_rpDI/AAAAAAAACoA/LdgzRMuLYuY/s320/calor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, um calor da porra aqui em Seropédica.Não sei a temperatura (Nem quero saber,porque acho quem só iria piorar a situação!),só sei que ESTÁ &lt;strong&gt;QUENTE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, fomos eu, Daniel, Paty, Luna...., enfim, uma penca d gente pra FESTA HOT (olha só, talvez essa seja a causa do calor!há).Essa festa consiste em que?&lt;br /&gt;SACANAGEM, claro!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, primeiro as mulheres entram, e tem o strip dos homens.(Aqueles bombadinhos,marrentinhos, viadinhos,ridiculos....);Assisti de loonge,primeiro porque não queria ficar muvucada com um bando de mulher louca, e segundo por que nao passava na minha cabeça a ideia deser bulinada e quase agredida sexualmente por um dakeles caras (nojeento!).Enfim, ateh aih tuudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;Meia noite os homens chegam,e chega a hora do strip das mulheres.(Esse as mulheres podem ver também).&lt;br /&gt;Poxa, achava super normal uma mulher sem roupa...Afinal, jah vejo isso a 18 anos....&lt;br /&gt;Mas aquilo que elas fizeram...Foi demais pra minha mente!!&lt;br /&gt;Não vem ao caso o que elas fizeram,afinal, meu blog NÃO TERÁ COISAS OBSCENAS!!!hauhauhauhuahuahuahuahuha&lt;br /&gt;Somente imaginem....Duas piriguetes no palco, fazendo strip e um monte de homem em volta...Eh, tah bom!&lt;br /&gt;O que era pra ser Sexy e Bonito...Acabou ficando bem vulgar!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, essas mulheres que não se dão o valor...Ai ai...Bem que a Julia me avisou....&lt;br /&gt;Bem que ela tentou me alertar....&lt;br /&gt;tsctsctsc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-3267080281178073071?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3267080281178073071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3267080281178073071' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3267080281178073071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3267080281178073071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/seropedica.html' title='Seropédica'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEMvDZ8eljA/ScvPtA_rpDI/AAAAAAAACoA/LdgzRMuLYuY/s72-c/calor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-7888818950457445967</id><published>2009-11-02T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:20:15.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>São Pedro, quente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/princess87.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1228314570/Que-calor-horrivel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/princess87.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1228314570/Que-calor-horrivel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acabei de chegar de São Pedro, SP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniversário do meu &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;velho&lt;/span&gt; tio, 50 anos!(Parabéns Tio Dedé!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Cara, fiz a mala toda errada.Me preparei para o frio!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, desde que vou à Cotia, sendo inverno ou sendo verão, ESTÁ frio!E, usando meu  &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;fraco&lt;/span&gt; poder de dedução, São Pedro estando a duas horas de Cotia, obrigatoriamente estaria frio!&lt;br /&gt;Me muni de casacos, jaquetas, lenço, cachecol, TUDO que pudesse me aquecer.(Afinal, sentir frio é para os fracos -- Assim como treinar na Cobra Kai --- E eu cansei de ser um deles.)&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei à Cotia na sexta feira à noite.Tava um tempinho gostoso, um friozinho bom, mas nada que me fizesse colocar um jaqueta.&lt;br /&gt;No sábado, viajando com o povo todo pra São Pedro, vendo os canaviais de Piracicaba (como aquilo tem cheiro de açúcar, rapadura, &lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;cachaça&lt;/span&gt;, álcool!) o Sol estava liindo!(Para não dizer infernal...)&lt;br /&gt;Então me deparei com a estranha realidade brasileira.Uma cidade tão próxima da outra ter climas tão diferentes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chegando na chácara que havia sido preparada para o aniversário (que acabou durando todo o fim de semana), saí do carro, do glorificante ar-condicionado, e quase que instantaneamente senti o calor do Sol nos meus ombros.Até aí, tuudo bem!(Afinal, estava fresquinha, uma maraviilha!).&lt;br /&gt;10 minutos depois, e vendo todos na piscina, já estava derretendo naquele sol de 40°!!!E o pior ainda estava por vir - tinha esquecido meu biquíni!&lt;br /&gt;Graças à Deus, as pessoas são espertas e levam biquíni extra! (Obrigada Carol e Clarinha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas, só usei umas duas peças de roupa, por que fiquei de biquíni o dia todo, e levei uma mala suuper pesada pra nada!&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M-A-R-A-V-I-L-H-O-S-O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, isso não estragou meu fim de semana, até aproveitei pra pegar uma cor a mais!(Tô ardendo um pouquinho, mas tuuudo bem!)&lt;br /&gt;Aos leitores, uma dica:&lt;br /&gt;Ao ir para São Pedro, sendo verão, não leve nenhuma peça de roupa para o frio!Ocupa muito espaço, pesa na mala e não serve pra nada!&lt;br /&gt;Outra dica é a sorveteria (como não podia deixar de ser, já que sou viciada em sorvete!) do Centro, na frente da praça, praticamente.Peça a torta de sorvete de Sonho de valsa.Peça.Depois me conte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que aprendi com isso&lt;/b&gt;? A olhar o site do&lt;a href="http://www.climatempo.com.br"&gt; climatempo&lt;/a&gt; antes de sair de fazer a mala para viajar, basicamente.E não esquecer o biquíni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-7888818950457445967?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7888818950457445967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=7888818950457445967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7888818950457445967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7888818950457445967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sao-pedro-quente.html' title='São Pedro, quente?'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3655533012948848041</id><published>2009-10-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:14:50.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer a monja....Praticar o desapego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzQVffmrs_M/SrOT_vMKfuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eesfbIbcnOo/s320/ciumes.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzQVffmrs_M/SrOT_vMKfuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eesfbIbcnOo/s320/ciumes.bmp" style="float: left; height: 276px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outro dia, conversando com a Tati, surgiu essa conversa, em que ela tinha visto num programa (não me lembro qual, agora.) uma mulher falando sobre ciúmes.E ela dizia que para o ciúme acabar, ela "fazia a monja e praticava o desapego".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora, explicarei o que é "&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer a monja e praticar o desapego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Fazer a monja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Pra quem não sabe, na língua portuguesa, o substantivo monge denota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" uma pessoa devotada à vida monástica e clausural", tendo como feminino, monja (Foi o que a &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; me disse!JURO!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fazer a monja é a arte de esquecer os problemas à sua frente e entrar em um ponto de meditação profundo, em que a mente se torna vazia e sem pensamentos...Afinal, quem quer ver uma FDP dando em cima do seu namorado, aquele cara MARAVILHOSO que você demorou anos pra conseguir, e agora, por causa de uma &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;piriguetesinha de quinta categoria&lt;/span&gt; você é obrigada a brigar e descer o nível na frente dele???Ora....&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Faça a monja, minha amiga&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viu a piriguete, respire fundo, acalme-se e comece a repetir esse mantra: sou melhor que ela, sou melhor que ela....(obs: o "OWNNNN" também pode acompanhar o mantra.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Praticar o desapego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lembre-se: Se o cara quer outra, ele não é bom o bastante para você!Hora de praticar o desapego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viva, minha amiga!Você se livrou daquele &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;canalha&lt;/span&gt; com quem você estava perdendo tempo, e ainda por cima, deixando de conhecer outros caras muito melhores e/ou mais gatos ainda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você não depende de um cara como esse pra viver, junte as amigas e, juntas, pratiquem o desapego!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembre-se também: Tudo pode estar dentro da sua cabeça e o cara &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO olhou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra piriguete!Aí você pratica o desapego desse pensamento HORRIVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Logo depois disso, ele te dá um beijo, a piriguete tropeça e o enchimento do sutiã sai da blusa dela!E, por mais um dia, &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;TUDO deu certo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Continue seu caminho até a próxima piriguete passar na rua e você ter que praticar tudo isso de novo!!Mas até lá, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;CURTA&lt;/span&gt; o seu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7085499864842327496-3655533012948848041?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3655533012948848041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=3655533012948848041' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3655533012948848041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/3655533012948848041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/fazer-monjapraticar-o-desapego.html' title='Fazer a monja....Praticar o desapego...'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzQVffmrs_M/SrOT_vMKfuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eesfbIbcnOo/s72-c/ciumes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4012705975458620614</id><published>2009-10-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:13:45.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas o que é o amor afinal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jie.itaipu.gov.br/jie/files/image/06.02.09/dicaumamor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://jie.itaipu.gov.br/jie/files/image/06.02.09/dicaumamor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;é sentimento característico de &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;humanos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;palavra mitológica&lt;/span&gt; antiga de Romanos,&lt;br /&gt;amor é como a guerra, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;fácil de começar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mas também.. acredite, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;difícil de terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizem que é eterno, haverá como provar?&lt;br /&gt;este não se entende, não há como explicar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sentimento inexplicável&lt;/span&gt;, porém existente.&lt;br /&gt;difícil de perceber, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;HAVERÁ QUEM ENTENDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&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/7085499864842327496-4012705975458620614?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4012705975458620614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4012705975458620614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4012705975458620614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4012705975458620614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/mas-o-que-e-o-amor-afinal.html' title='Mas o que é o amor afinal?'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-6742094448134573347</id><published>2009-09-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:42:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No....woman no cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bobagento.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/bebe-cerveja-03-10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 400px;" src="http://bobagento.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/bebe-cerveja-03-10-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, aniversário do meu tio...&lt;div&gt;Me deparei com uma realidade bizarra....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem mais crianças na minha família do que eu poderia imaginar algum dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tendência é piorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais gente casando, mais gente tendo "gentes"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh a superpopulação da família Almeida!(e seus agregados)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o pior é ter que andar olhando para o chão enquanto você carrega uma garrafa de cerveja pra se refrescar....Até pq, se derrubar alguma criancinha, além de ouvir aquele choro M-A-R-A-V-I-L-H-O-S-O, vai ter que a guentar pais falando na sua cabeça, e ainda por cima, falando que você não deveria beber em uma festa com tantas crianças....(Não que isso tenha acontecido comigo, mas é que eu estava prevendo...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Po, dá licença???Estou em uma festa de 30 anos, e não 3 anos....(Apesar da piscininha de bolinhas, o escorregador, e a tia no cantinho fazendo pipoca e algodão doce, que aliás, são muito bem aproveitados pelos adultos....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vdd é que tenho pouca paciência com criança chata e mimada....Adoro as que não são... Aliás, minha sobrinha emprestada é uma maraviilha!Ô criança legal de conviver....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas as vezes a gnt encontra algumas mães desesperadas no supermercado com aquelas crianças gritando, esperneando no chão pq resolveram que querem comer biscoito wafer de limão, e não o de chocolate.....Eu nem chego perto, pra não correr risco de levar um tapa ou mordida perdida por aih....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto não chega minha hora (E espero que demore pelo menos mais uns 10 anos....) vou curtindo minha vida, bebendo minha cervejinha, saindo com os amigos....Sem precisar ouvir gritos de crianças!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-6742094448134573347?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6742094448134573347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6742094448134573347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6742094448134573347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6742094448134573347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ontem-aniversario-do-meu-tio.html' title='No....woman no cry!'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1049814044261351495</id><published>2009-09-10T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:36:10.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LÍÍÍÍMPIDOS....</title><content type='html'>Sabe o que é pior do que ouvir a voz da Maísa?&lt;div&gt;Ouvir a Vanusa cantando nosso hino....Ou tentando, pelo menos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-1049814044261351495?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1049814044261351495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1049814044261351495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1049814044261351495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1049814044261351495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabe-o-que-e-pior-do-que-ouvir-voz-da.html' title='LÍÍÍÍMPIDOS....'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2208912026474980985</id><published>2009-07-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:19:13.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#forasarney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Slz1xx6vorI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yd2MnJXwFn8/s1600-h/sarney_foratwitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Slz1xx6vorI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yd2MnJXwFn8/s400/sarney_foratwitter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358427892226171570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Movimento FORA SARNEY no twitter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Passeata virtual amanhã, dia 15/07/09, das 15h às 16h.Ajude a tirar um político de um cargo que não merece!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Slz08q2iCFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m9Nnc93lPDw/s200/forasarney.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358426979796387922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é a campanha "Fora Sarney"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Campanha disseminada no Twitter como forma de protesto ao político José Sarney.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Velho Sarney é um dos parlamentares citados entre os que teriam parentes beneficiados por meio de atos secretos adotados para criação de cargos, nomeações e aumentos salariais. Além disso, o esquema de crédito consignado no Senado, alvo de investigação da Polícia Federal (PF), inclui entre seus operadores José Adriano Cordeiro Sarney, neto do peemedebista."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatthetrend.com/trend/%23ForaSarney"&gt;http://www.whatthetrend.com/trend/%23ForaSarney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;Participem!Precisamos de um país mais limpo, sem mais IMPUNIDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-2208912026474980985?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2208912026474980985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2208912026474980985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2208912026474980985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2208912026474980985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/07/forasarney.html' title='#forasarney'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/Slz1xx6vorI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yd2MnJXwFn8/s72-c/sarney_foratwitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5531051858654054917</id><published>2009-07-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:35:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ÔÔ vidinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estagiando...Estudando...Estagiando...Estudando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÉÉÉ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te contei que o Michael morreu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tah...já...&lt;br /&gt;AHH... há mais de duas semanas??&lt;br /&gt;Poxa...É que me marcou muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão tá!&lt;br /&gt;Tchau!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-3350225429251967973</id><published>2009-06-13T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:35:27.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sessão da Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/film/dancing460.jpg" /&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;Filmes velhos??&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Adoooro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principalmente esse aí de cima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro quando não tenho nada pra fazer, e a única coisa que está passando é sessão de tarde.Agora que escrei isso, não sei se gosto por não ter nada pra fazer ou por gostar de ver mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, tenho uma crítica pra fazer sobre esses filmes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ODEIO filme de criança esperta e animal que pratica esportes!Pelo amor de Deus, não tem coisa melhor pra passar não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansei de "O hóspede quer bananas", "Paulie", "Dênis, o pimentinha", aquele outro que o macaco joga qualquer coisa lá, o cachorro que joga futebol....blá blá blá....Ou daquelas crianças que ficam engando os bandidos do filme, que armam planos que nem Napoleão Bonaparte serquer pensaria!!!(Salvo o do bebê que imita o que a babá leu no livro pra ele...Esse é fofo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas gosto de ver "&lt;b&gt;A lagoa azul&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Ghost&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Dirty Dance&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Olha quem está falando&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Curtindo a vida adoidado&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Quero ser grande&lt;/b&gt;",  "&lt;b&gt;Splash - uma sereia em minha vida&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Corra que a polícia vem aí&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Loucademia de Polícia&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Elvira, a rainha das trevas&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Querida, encolhi as crianças&lt;/b&gt;", esses clássicos....(alguns só clássicos na sessão da tarde, claro!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe um dia esse povo da globo não resolva passar uns filmes mais legais que "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free Willy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" ou "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debby e Loyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida de Merda! --- Continuo depois!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-3350225429251967973?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-1517285176869224460</id><published>2009-06-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:49:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubatuba!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/SjO8XFE8fmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sdTk3AToxZg/s1600-h/ubatubs55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/SjO8XFE8fmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sdTk3AToxZg/s320/ubatubs55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824287304842850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de mais de uma semana fora de casa, finalmente to aki, pra escrever sobre minhas aventuras!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O nome desse post se refere a um curso que estava fazendo, nessa cidade.Medicina Veterinária aplicada a animais marinhos, no Aquário de Ubatuba.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muuuito bacana!!!&lt;br /&gt;Conheci pessoas noas, aprendi coisas novas, e até peguei um pinguim!!!Bom, na vdd, mais de um!&lt;br /&gt;Medi um pinguim, auscutei outro, fiz contenção em outro....&lt;br /&gt;Amei os pinguins!!!&lt;br /&gt;As palestrantes tambem foram ótimas, inclusive uma se formou na Rural!!(Uma maloqueira, como nós! - ah!esqueci de dizer...Fui com a Paty e a Tati!Amigas que levarei pra sempre, depois desse curso tenho mais certeza ainda!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Conheci pessoas de São Paulo - Giovanna, Carol, Ju, Gui, Aline, Paulo - e pessoa (hehe) do Rio Grande do Sul (Pedro - ou melhor, Gaúcho).Tah certo que nenhuma era de facul pública,como a gnt, mas são ótimas pessoas!!!!huahuhauhauahuahuau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ótimo curso, ótimas pessoas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, quem tiver um aquário por esse Brasil, pode até me contratar agora, que tenho até certificado!!!!hauhuhauahuauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só isso por hoje!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-1517285176869224460?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1517285176869224460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=1517285176869224460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1517285176869224460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/1517285176869224460'/><link 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bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sorte de hoje: Tentar e errar, mas não desistir de tentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooo...Finalmente o orkut me disse algo que realmente posso aproveitar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida eh feita de erros e acertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como vamos saber o que acontecerá se não arriscarmos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro, devemos arriscar, mas mantendo o pé no chão tembém (não adianta arriscar a vida, se você tenta saltar de um avião sem pára-quedas!!!).O mais legal da vida é que existem as possibilidades. Múltiplas possibilidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma palavra sua pode surtir vários efeitos em outra pessoa: raiva, alegria, amor, ódio, indiferença, pena...Basta somente dizermos para descobrirmos esse efeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que estou querendo dizer é: a vida fica muito monótona se não nos arriscamos.Podemos nos ferrar de verde e amarelo (não sei quem inventou essa expressão horrível), mas pode acontecer algo de muito bom também, que pode mudar nossas vidas totalmente!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentar...Arriscar...Cair....Levantar...e sorrir!Essa é a verdadeira chave para a felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que ninguém espere isso de você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-6541118777617617333?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6541118777617617333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=6541118777617617333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6541118777617617333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/6541118777617617333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorte-de-hoje.html' title='Sorte de hoje'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-5544516270954002628</id><published>2008-10-10T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:36:19.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;........ Sem nada pra falar ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soh qria atualizar um pouco o blog.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boom, a vida continua a msm.... Mentira!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida mudou bastante!Nunca passei tanto tempo assim longe da minha família.....Mas isso tah sendo bom pra eu amadurecer um pouco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ver a vida d outro jeito, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Às vezes vc num tem comida em casa, e vc lembra q tua mãe num tah lah pra fazer a compra do mês....eh engraçado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas tbm tem aqueles dias q vc quer chegar em casa e ter alguem pra abraçar....Aih vc percebe q tua família num tah lah....Eh nessas horas q bate uma tristeeeza!&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aí a gnt vai correndo pra casa dos amigos ver um filme, comer brigadeiro e falar besteira...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADOOOOORO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora tah tudo por minha conta e risco.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Falando em risco, acho q to precisando m arriscar mais, com relação a uma parte da minha vida.... Na verdade, nunca quis m arriscar muito pra não m machucar muito tbm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez seja a hora d crescer.....e perceber que a vida vai muito além do que a gnt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; q pode fazer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tah certo q às vezes a gnt dah com a cara no muro.... Mas, qm sabe, um dia, a gnt não consiga algo pela nossa coragem em arriscar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca se sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poxa, pra qm num tinha nada pra escrever, ateh q eu fui bem!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-5544516270954002628?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5544516270954002628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=5544516270954002628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/SK8T6uDxOsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rhn7keGnxPo/s1600-h/adnet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237426791172356802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/SK8T6uDxOsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rhn7keGnxPo/s320/adnet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ois!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabei d voltar de Seropedica, UHUUU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, venho apelar à MTV!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU QRO O ADNET APRESENTANDO O VMB!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh cara, o Adnet eh o melhooor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;po, tão falando q vai ser o Mion q vai apresentar esse ano (d nooovo!).Eu gosto do Mion, mas o papito jah encheu, cara!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse ano eh o ano do Adnet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qro ele apresentando o VMB!!Eu e mais uma porrada d gnt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;olha aih a comu da campanha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Community.aspx?cmm=51202650"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Community.aspx?cmm=51202650&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poooxa galera!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vamo manda sugestao pra mtv, pra ela por essa porra pra funcionaaar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;valeu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-7583535671972706688?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/7583535671972706688'/><link 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type='html'>Nuss....&lt;br /&gt;Qnto tempo num posto nisso aki.... mas afinal, pra que??&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem le essa boosta aki msm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha to indo pra facul....Q emoção!!!Depois d esperar 7 meses direto, to cansada d fazer nada!!&lt;br /&gt;Por falar nisso, olha meu apelido: bixete EMO...eh foda, mais tenho q aceitar, neh....fazer oq??&lt;br /&gt;Festa dia 17, 18 e 19....direto!Mas nem sei c eu vo....axo q vo so dia 18, q eh pra integração dos bixos, e tah bom!!Qm m conhece sabe q num so d fica indo em festas...Gosto msm eh d ir num cinema, num show maneiro, do q ficar dançando ateh o chão....neah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah tah tudo pronto...Minhas coisas jah estão lah...meu violão jah esta lah....So falta eu...e no caso, estarei amanha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero q tudo q eu qro se realize....Espero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...e um bjo pro CAPS LOCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xau!!&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-8236511743768469480</id><published>2008-05-19T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:44:17.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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/7085499864842327496-8236511743768469480?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8236511743768469480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/8236511743768469480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2008/05/oixxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-2687101221969779672</id><published>2008-03-09T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:01:05.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R9UGw0jO_OI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oXww07XxbXw/s1600-h/celula+tronco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176050782542167266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R9UGw0jO_OI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oXww07XxbXw/s320/celula+tronco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um dia ocioso!!!!Hoje é domingo e a única coisa que fiz foi ver tv, q todos sabem que eh uma bosta no domingo, e arumar a casa....Além de claro, entrar na net!!!!Mas vamos falar de coisas polêmicas e, claro, importantes...&lt;br /&gt;Venho hoje pedir um pouco de compreensão para as pesquisas com células-tronco...Muitas dessas pesquisas vão nos ajudar a salvar milhões de vidas e melhorar muitas outras...Falo isso por experiência própria, já que meu avô teve um derrame a alguns anos atrás e ainda hoje não pode andar, e precisa da ajuda de outras pessoas para viver "tranqüilamente"...&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, devemos ressaltar que um embrião congelado ainda não eh um ser vivo...Passa a ser quando está dentro do útero materno, e que, caso ele não seja utilizado, ele será descartado, e, sim, isso quer dizer "jogado fora".Isso sim seria um crime à vida, já que esse embrião poderia ter ajudado uma pessoa a ser feliz novamente, ser independente, se amar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;É hipocrisia pensar que as pessoas não precisam desse tipo de ajuda.Nas atual situação delas, toda ajuda é bem vinda.Sim, sou católica, mas valorizo a vida de um ser humano acima de tudo.Afinal, Jesus nos ensinou o amor um pelo outro, não é verdade?Quando salvamos uma vida, é uma prova de amor inexplicável e imensurável...Então, antes de criticarmos os cientistas por estarem, supostamente, matando seres vivos, devemos procurar saber melhor sobre essas pesquisas e ver o quanto ela ajudarão outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-2687101221969779672?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2687101221969779672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=2687101221969779672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2687101221969779672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/2687101221969779672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-um-dia-ociosohoje-domingo-e-nica.html' title=''/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R9UGw0jO_OI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oXww07XxbXw/s72-c/celula+tronco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-4176051253333561638</id><published>2008-03-06T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:23:02.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R8_EB-IlUWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-33MrRs0eN8/s1600-h/Eu+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174570035009900898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R8_EB-IlUWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-33MrRs0eN8/s320/Eu+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ehhhhhh!!!!Agora jah sei o resultado de tanto esforço e vontade!!!!Consegui passar para a UFRRJ, logo na primeira reclassificação....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora vu aproveitar alguns meses de descanso pra fazer algumas coisas por mim....Como por exemplo, fazer um curo de inglês, comprar roupas, alguns móveis e material para a facul, procurar uma casa pra alugar com as minhas primas, aliás, deixo aqui meu pedido de colaboração a todos os amigos e parentes: Se souberem de alguma casa alugando em Seropédica, que seja boa e barata, me digaaaa!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia 18 de agosto eu começo a fazer veterinária, mesmo contra a vontade da secretária que fez minha matrícula....Ô mulher ignorante....Só por que eu tenho algumas alergias?Veio me falar que eu não posso fazer veterinária por que eu não vou poder exercer a profissão...Agora eu te pergunto:O que ela tem a ver comigo?E eu te respondo: Nada.... É por causa de gente desse tipo que muitas outras pessoas desistem de coisas na vida...Mas aqui eu digo e repito uma coisa que muitas pessoas que me amam falaram pra  mim: O que é seu, tá guardado....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-4176051253333561638?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4176051253333561638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=4176051253333561638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4176051253333561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/4176051253333561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ehhhhhhagora-jah-sei-o-resultado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/R8_EB-IlUWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-33MrRs0eN8/s72-c/Eu+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085499864842327496.post-970659095732026118</id><published>2008-01-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:05:35.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansiedade??Q isso!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aiai.... Férias...bom, pra muitas pessoas, boas...Mas pra mim, um desespero sem fim...Não..não é porque estas férias estão super entediantes...e sim pq acabei o ensino médio, prestei vestibular (pra quem não sabe, pra veterinária, na UFRRJ), e o resultado final com a classificação só sai dia 21 d fevereiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Parece uma espera interminável...Sei q não sou só eu nesse desespero, mas parece q todo mundo está bem,relaxando em uma bela praia, ao pôr-do-sol, ou curtindo uma viagem maneira com os amigos e só eu estou aki, respirando e pensando se passei ou não...(E ainda em casa...).O pior é q todos os meus amigos jah tiveram o resultado d seus vestibulares..Os q não passaram jah ateh qrem saber em q horário vou fazer cursinho, c não passar tbm....E, sem querer, m deixam ainda mais ansiosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Q ansiedade filha duma égua, uai!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085499864842327496-970659095732026118?l=cinthiahappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/feeds/970659095732026118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085499864842327496&amp;postID=970659095732026118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/970659095732026118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085499864842327496/posts/default/970659095732026118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinthiahappy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ansiedadeq-isso.html' title='Ansiedade??Q isso!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Cínthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04529689636517068103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_WNeIYr6fQ/TBN_mrjHnbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7fL0DTEi2Ss/S220/euIhateflash.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
