<?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-2263551145736523182</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:12:35.395-03:00</updated><category term='Parabéns Pra Você'/><category term='Inbox'/><category term='Disseram Por Aí'/><category term='Perolinha'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><category term='Passatempo'/><category term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>CORDE ET RATIO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7999806404921977320</id><published>2009-05-05T00:11:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:49:03.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>About today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Toda a vida , ainda que das coisas que não têm vida , não é mais que uma união. Uma união de pedras é um edifício, uma união de táboas é navio, uma união de homens é um exército. E sem esta união tudo perde o nome, e mais o ser: o edifício sem união é ruína, o navio sem união é naufrágio, o exército sem união é despojo. Mesmo o homem, cuja vida consiste na união de alma e corpo, com união é homem, sem união é cadáver." (Pe. Antônio Vieira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7T2135xCZQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-7999806404921977320?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7999806404921977320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7999806404921977320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7999806404921977320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7999806404921977320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-today.html' title='About today'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-849675305240422224</id><published>2008-12-29T12:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:17:56.474-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus desejos e resoluções de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero me sentir impotente, preciso agir, cuidar, tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto que não fiz tudo o que podia para curar minhas dores físicas e emocionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais abraços do meu pai e da minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais beijos do meu amor, quero olhar, quero conversar e aproveitar mais meu tempo com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero me preocupar menos com problemas que não são meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero me preocupar menos com os meus problemas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero perder noite de sono pensando no quer poderia ter feito durante o dia que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero deitar e dormir com a consciência de que fiz tudo o que podia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero dormir e acordar mais cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero passear mais com meu cachorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero abraçar mais vezes meus amigos. Quero mais encontros, mais risadas, mais diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero não procrastinar as decisões difíceis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso manter peus processos em dia. Preciso ter tranquilidade no trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero tomar sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero comer mais frutas e mais legumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero menos &lt;em&gt;internet&lt;/em&gt; e mais realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero ouvir mais música. Quero dançar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero ser mais dia do que noite. Menos sofá e mais tênis. Menos &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; e mais parques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais viagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso controlar minha ansiedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero andar de bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por incrível que pareça, quero fazer abdominais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero olhar mais para o céu. Quero rezar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero ver mais o meu irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero minha pele lisa de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero gastar menos dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero pagar minhas dívidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso fazer o necessário e não apenas o que tenho vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero voltar a ser quem eu era e mandar embora quem me tornei nos últimos anos.&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/2263551145736523182-849675305240422224?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/849675305240422224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=849675305240422224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/849675305240422224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/849675305240422224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/meus-desejos-e-resolues-de-ano-novo.html' title='Meus desejos e resoluções de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6511166514575196920</id><published>2008-12-11T00:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:44:37.926-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut - Elephant Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I was young, I'd flee this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd bury my dreams underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Far from home, elephant gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's take them down one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it rips through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-6511166514575196920?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6511166514575196920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6511166514575196920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6511166514575196920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6511166514575196920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/beirut-elephant-gun.html' title='Beirut - Elephant Gun'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6714287637167829302</id><published>2008-11-22T01:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:59:59.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você acredita em Papai Noel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SSeDlBMC_0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/xpm8k_qcagY/s1600-h/papai-noel-e-rudolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271326560857816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SSeDlBMC_0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/xpm8k_qcagY/s400/papai-noel-e-rudolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Engraçado como alguns professores não têm "senso de noção". A professora do Perolinha é desse tipo. Vira e mexe ela fala pro bichinho que o desenho tá feio, que ele não sabe pintar, que nada do que ele fez está certo, e por aí vai. Totalmente sem tato. O menino passou bons dias sem querer ir pra escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mais nova dela foi dizer pro menino (que ainda acredita em Papai Noel) que o velhinho não existe e que quem compra os presentes são os pais. Sei que esse assunto dá um livro para psicólogos, pedagogos, antropólogos, biólogos, astrólogos e sei lá mais quem. Mas, PQP, precisa interferir desse jeito na educação do menino? Os pais não podem deixá-lo acreditar em contos de fadas e finais felizes até que a vida vá, aos poucos, mostrando o que existe ou que não existe? Ou melhor, que eles escolham no que acreditar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra quê tirar do menino o friozinho na barriga de imaginar que papai noel, ou o coelhinho da páscoa, ou a fada do dente, vão aparecer pra deixar o presentinho, o ovo, a moedinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me pergunto o que seria de mim se não acreditasse que há algo de mágico nessa vida. Algo que está acima da minha compreensão, dos meus olhos, da minha razão. E o que seria das minhas lembranças de infância se nelas não estivessem incluídas as noites em que eu sucumbia ao sono esperando Papai Noel aparecer. E no outro dia acordava cedo e encontrava debaixo da minha cama aquele presente bem embrulhado com papéis coloridos e fitas e, quando abria, via que era a boneca que eu havia pedido ou então outro brinquedo que, eu acreditava, o velhinho tinha escolhido pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me lembro quando descobri que meus pais compravam os presentes. Deve ter sido lá pelos 9 ou 10 anos. Mas veja bem, descobri que eles "compravam os presentes" e não que papai noel "não existia" (Sei lá, ele devia depositar o dinheiro pros meus pais comprarem os presentes... devia estar sem tempo), a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;té porque ainda hoje eu acredito no bom velhinho. E Perolinha também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-6714287637167829302?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6714287637167829302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6714287637167829302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6714287637167829302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6714287637167829302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc-acredita-em-papai-noel.html' title='Você acredita em Papai Noel?'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SSeDlBMC_0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/xpm8k_qcagY/s72-c/papai-noel-e-rudolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1037733013896471281</id><published>2008-11-16T00:34:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:04:50.508-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tá, eu sumi. Nenhuma outra palavra será dita sobre isso. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O orkut tá tão engraçadinho... Desde ontem esses são os meus recados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14/11/2008: "Sorte de hoje: A pessoa que lê seu destino perdeu a cabeça (e o emprego). Esperamos que você esteja com sorte." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;15/11/2008: "Sorte de hoje: A pessoa que lê seu destino não está se sentindo bem. Esperamos que você esteja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inté!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-1037733013896471281?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1037733013896471281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1037733013896471281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1037733013896471281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1037733013896471281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/oi.html' title='Oi!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1210042164530049640</id><published>2008-09-24T01:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:35:31.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verve - Love Is Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhpG3tIejuE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o The Verve voltou com o disco "Forth" (eles haviam se separado em 1999) . Confesso que gostei de Richard Ashcroft solo ("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BahH6ClfMpQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Break The Night With Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" é linda e me lembra Robbie Williams), mas quem sabe o retorno da banda não rende algo à altura de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx3m4e45bTo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitter Sweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" ou "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyO6zDFFXcQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SNnCwrUQk8I/AAAAAAAAATk/U5LnJIlO88s/s1600-h/the+verve.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249440982194230210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SNnCwrUQk8I/AAAAAAAAATk/U5LnJIlO88s/s400/the+verve.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-1210042164530049640?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1210042164530049640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1210042164530049640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1210042164530049640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1210042164530049640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/verve-love-is-noise.html' title='The Verve - Love Is Noise'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SNnCwrUQk8I/AAAAAAAAATk/U5LnJIlO88s/s72-c/the+verve.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4933699485421983332</id><published>2008-09-24T00:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:42:23.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>InBox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebi por email e isso me fez lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/cr-nisso.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;desse dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relato de uma Professora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Semana passada comprei um produto que custou R$ 1,58. Dei à balconista R$ 2,00 e peguei na minha bolsa 8 centavos, para evitar receber ainda mais moedas. A balconista pegou o dinheiro e ficou olhando para a máquina registradora, aparentemente sem saber o que fazer. Tentei explicar que ela tinha que me dar 50 centavos de troco, mas elanão se convenceu e chamou ogerente para ajudá-la. Ficou com lágrimas nos olhos enquanto o gerente tentava explicar e ela aparentemente continuava sem entender. Por que estou contando isso? Porque me dei conta da evolução do ensino de matemática desde 1950, que foi assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ensino de matemática em 1950: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$ 100,00. O custo de produção desse carro de lenha é igual a 4/5 do preço de venda . Qual é o lucro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Ensino de matemática em 1970: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$ 100,00. O custo de produção desse carro de lenha é igual a 4/5 do preço devenda ou R$ 80,00. Qual é o lucro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Ensino de matemática em 1980: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$ 100,00. O custo de produção desse carro de lenha é R$ 80,00. Qual é o lucro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Ensino de matemática em 1990: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$ 100,00. O custo de produção desse carro de lenha é R$ 80,00. Escolha a resposta certa, que indica o lucro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;( )R$ 20,00 ( )R$40,00 ( )R$60,00 ( )R$80,00 ( )R$100,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Ensino de matemática em 2000: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$ 100,00. O custo de produção desse carro de lenha é R$ 80,00. O lucro é de R$ 20,00. Está certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;( )SIM ( ) NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Ensino de matemática em 2007: Um cortador de lenha vende um carro de lenha por R$100,00. O custo de produção é R$ 80,00. Se você souber ler coloque um X no R$ 20,00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;( )R$ 20,00 ( )R$40,00 ( )R$60,00 ( )R$80,00 ( )R$100,00&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/2263551145736523182-4933699485421983332?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4933699485421983332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4933699485421983332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4933699485421983332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4933699485421983332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/inbox.html' title='InBox'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-596891797597277016</id><published>2008-09-16T11:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:35:49.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passividade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Impotência é a palavra de ordem. Não adianta, toda tentantiva de ajudar alguém esbarra na vontade dessa pessoa.  Ajudar a si mesmo é difícil. Ajudar o outro pressupõe cooperação.&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/2263551145736523182-596891797597277016?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/596891797597277016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=596891797597277016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/596891797597277016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/596891797597277016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/passividade.html' title='Passividade'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7151583570691236164</id><published>2008-08-25T01:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:44:20.413-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 9 - A Mulher Melancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perolinha vê muita televisão. E está atualizadíssimo com a nova moda das mulheres-fruta. Daí que dia desses estava eu lavando meu rosto na pia e ele me viu na posição que Napoleão perdeu a guerra. Na mesma hora soltou: "Kainá, você é igual à mulher melancia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Que é isso menino! Tá dizendo que tenho bundão?" falei, em tom de brincadeira, e ele saiu rindo gostoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até aí tudo bem. Fazer o quê? Contra fatos não há argumentos e o traseiro aqui anda bem avantajado. O problema é que a figurinha resolveu puxar papo com o pedreiro que está reformando o banheiro da casa e depois de falar das "coisas sobre o céu, a terra, a água e o ar..." ele resolveu compartilhar da constatação sobre a minha, digamos, poupança. Primo &lt;a href="http://falkbrito.blogspot.com/"&gt;Falk &lt;/a&gt;ouviu tudo e veio me contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora só ando de lado por aquelas bandas. E nada de conversar com o pedreiro. Afe.&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/2263551145736523182-7151583570691236164?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7151583570691236164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7151583570691236164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7151583570691236164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7151583570691236164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/perolinha-mulher-melancia.html' title='Perolinha 9 - A Mulher Melancia'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5902074315388559071</id><published>2008-08-22T13:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:42:50.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>The Fratellis - Whistle For The Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDHqeuK83H4&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Fratellis foi uma boa surpresa pra mim. O CD "Costello Music" já está na minha lista de próximas aquisições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Fratellis é uma banda escocesa indie, formada por três ‘irmãos’ Fratellis. Ganhou no ano de 2007 o Brit Awards de revelação.A primeira apresentação da banda foi no bar O’Henry em Glasgow em 4 de março de 2005 e desde então foram apresentados como uma das bandas mais promissoras para o ano seguinte. Em 3 de abril de 2006, lançaram o disco The Fratellis EP com três faixas; “Creeping Up The Backstairs”, “Stacie Anne” e “The Gutterati?”, que devido a baixa tiragem, chegam a custar mais de 30 libras esterlinas no site de leilões eBay. Mais tarde, em junho de 2006, a banda se apresentou nos programas Later with Jools Holland e Top of the Pops.A origem do nome da banda é motivo de divergências, a própria banda disse em muitas entrevistas que deriva do filme The Goonies, de 1985. Outros dizem que a que a banda seria originalmente um quarteto para tocar em casamentos. No entanto, o nome poderia ter sido tomado do empresário Tony Fratelli e da mãe do baixista Barry John Wallace (Barry Fratelli), cujo sobrenome tambem é Fratelli, os outros integrantes, John Lawler (Guitarra e Vocais, usando o nome Jon Fratelli) e Gordon McRory (Bateria, usando o nome Mince Fratelli) simplesmente tomaram-no como um pseudônimo.Segundo o Top of the Pops, a &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;banda se formou por meio de anúncios publicados na mesma loja de discos.Em 10 de agosto de 2006, a revista NME publicou uma matéria de página dupla com a banda, declarando-a como a melhor nova banda na Grã-Bretanha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Da &lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/The+Fratellis"&gt;Last.Fm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-5902074315388559071?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5902074315388559071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5902074315388559071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5902074315388559071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5902074315388559071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/fratellis-whistle-for-choir.html' title='The Fratellis - Whistle For The Choir'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4490500810733160482</id><published>2008-08-20T00:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:42:50.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Oração ao Tempo - Maria Bethania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtBA2vGJqM8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x234900&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oração ao Tempo - Composição: Caetano Veloso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;És um senhor tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a cara do meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos&lt;br /&gt;Tambor de todos os rítmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo&lt;br /&gt;E pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;És um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;No som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo&lt;br /&gt;E o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos prá isso&lt;br /&gt;Fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas contigo e comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído&lt;br /&gt;Para fora do teu círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito&lt;br /&gt;Ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4490500810733160482?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4490500810733160482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4490500810733160482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4490500810733160482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4490500810733160482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/orao-ao-tempo-maria-bethania.html' title='Oração ao Tempo - Maria Bethania'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4514556625583282800</id><published>2008-08-14T17:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:42:50.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>John Fogerty - Proud Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oqSxkGCAm8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dá pra acreditar que essa música tem quase 50 anos? Creedence não envelhece, não sai de moda, não cansa. Adouuuuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conseguiiiiii postar! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4514556625583282800?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4514556625583282800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4514556625583282800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4514556625583282800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4514556625583282800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-pra-acreditar-que-essa-msica-tem.html' title='John Fogerty - Proud Mary'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-699949107977051948</id><published>2008-08-14T01:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:39:44.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falha Técnica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que ódiaaa! Não consigo postar vídeo do youtube aqui. Tá dando pau. Alguém sabe o que está acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-699949107977051948?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/699949107977051948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=699949107977051948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/699949107977051948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/699949107977051948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/falha-tcnica.html' title='Falha Técnica'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7313372201871887563</id><published>2008-08-08T14:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:08.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Zoróscopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E não é que de vez em quando o zoróscopo ajuda?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É impressionante como uma pessoa pode atrapalhar a vida de outras tantas, tirando a paz da família e chamando a atenção pra si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E os astros deram o recado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Lua, transitando pela Casa 2 entre os dias 08/08 (hoje) às 14h06 e 11/08 às 0h23, entra em sua fase de "quarto-crescente", e forma tensão ao Sol na Casa 11. Neste momento, atenção: nada de emprestar dinheiro a amigos, nem tampouco de pegar emprestado! &lt;strong&gt;Cuidado para não se deixar envolver demasiadamente nos problemas de seus amigos, a ponto de terminar se prejudicando. Por mais que você os ame, é inteligente saber estabelecer limites.&lt;/strong&gt; A Lua na Casa 2 solicita que você se preserve, mas &lt;strong&gt;você pode sentir culpa por não "resolver" os problemas alheios. Lembre-se, todavia, que os problemas dos outros só podem ser efetivamente solucionados por eles mesmos.&lt;/strong&gt; Saiba preservar seus interesses. Como a Lua entra em sua fase crescente, &lt;strong&gt;é provável que você venha a sentir alguma fadiga e perda de energia, e se isso ocorrer você perceberá que tem a ver com algum problema de algum amigo seu.&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-7313372201871887563?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7313372201871887563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7313372201871887563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7313372201871887563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7313372201871887563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/zorscopo.html' title='Zoróscopo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7922705344341921146</id><published>2008-07-30T00:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:50:59.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI_fBHVWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/mmCw2W0K-lU/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228642902641886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI_fBHVWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/mmCw2W0K-lU/s400/coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa ilustração é do blog &lt;a href="http://frasesilustradas.blogueisso.com/"&gt;Frases Ilustradas&lt;/a&gt;, de Ceó Pontual. Conheço há pouco tempo (desde ontem, heheh) e já passei mais de hora apreciando os desenhos e as frases bacanas que têm por lá. Vale a pena conferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto a esse desenho especificamente, eu gostei porque tem a ver com a minha decisão de ser mãe. Finalmente o meu instinto materno aflorou! Demorou, mas chegou. Espero que não passe rápido como a minha vontade de malhar... ;)&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/2263551145736523182-7922705344341921146?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7922705344341921146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7922705344341921146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7922705344341921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7922705344341921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI_fBHVWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/mmCw2W0K-lU/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-9038106975655062243</id><published>2008-07-28T20:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:50:59.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Porque às vezes faz todo o sentido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desculpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou um pouco atrasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas espero que ainda dê tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De dizer que andei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Errado e eu entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As suas queixas tão justificáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a falta que eu fiz nessa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coisas que pareceriam óbvias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até pra uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto você me procurava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que eu sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que você é mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que me faltava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a falta é a morte da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que roubaram o seu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixou uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que a vida é mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coisa muito frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma bobagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma irrelevância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diante da eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do amor de quem se ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto você me procurava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o que eu te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi muito pouco ou quase nada&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu deixei&lt;br /&gt;Algumas roupas penduradas&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu sei?&lt;br /&gt;Que você é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que me faltava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Por onde andei - Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ver o vídeo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJX0xl7hNDg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-9038106975655062243?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9038106975655062243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=9038106975655062243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9038106975655062243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9038106975655062243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-s-vezes-faz-todo-o-sentido.html' title='Porque às vezes faz todo o sentido.'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6513319592078339657</id><published>2008-07-28T17:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:50:49.654-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Aqui com meus botões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta madrugada de insônia pensei: O Lula deveria ter um irmão chamado Pedro tal e qual o Collor teve.&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-6513319592078339657?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6513319592078339657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6513319592078339657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6513319592078339657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6513319592078339657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/aqui-com-meus-botes.html' title='Aqui com meus botões...'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3135474190951347784</id><published>2008-07-28T01:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:14.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Jubão, Jubão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227921445777004242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI1O2zEvVtI/AAAAAAAAASo/saK7MFmF71Y/s400/scooby-doo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227921450746411058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI1O3FlieDI/AAAAAAAAASw/lnoWRTGLmiE/s400/Juba2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fantaaaaasma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem não conhece se assusta com o Juba pelo tamanho e pelo latido, mas ele é um boboca, um medroso. Um dos 1.359 medos dele é do barulho do vento. Aquele "uuuuuuuuuuu" na janela soa como o "fantaaaaaaaasmaaaaa" do Scooby Doo pra ele. E sobra pra quem? Pra quem? A bonita aqui tem que aguentar ele tentando subir na cama e me acordando pra fechar as janelas. Já perdi noite de sono por causa disso, juro. Anteontem me "emputeci" (hehehe) e me tranquei no quarto pra poder dormir direito. Hoje fiz um teste ligando a TV. Resultado: o bicho se acalmou e até dormiu, mas eu (que não costumo dormir com TV ligada) acabei sonhando com os Trapalhões, a Fergie e o time de Vôlei... totalmente influenciável pela programação.&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/2263551145736523182-3135474190951347784?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3135474190951347784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3135474190951347784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3135474190951347784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3135474190951347784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/jubo-jubo.html' title='Jubão, Jubão...'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SI1O2zEvVtI/AAAAAAAAASo/saK7MFmF71Y/s72-c/scooby-doo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1072930703621474082</id><published>2008-07-23T02:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:50:32.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>OneRepublic - Say (All I Need)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XVZiQ9AGAMo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XVZiQ9AGAMo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa música está no CD "Dreaming Out Loud", que marca a estréia da banda e também tem "Apologize" em sua versão original, que achei tão bacana quanto a remixada pelo Timbaland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all I need is the air I breathe and a place to rest my head..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-1072930703621474082?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1072930703621474082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1072930703621474082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1072930703621474082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1072930703621474082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/onerepublic-say-all-i-need.html' title='OneRepublic - Say (All I Need)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2375834961693785374</id><published>2008-07-23T01:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:50:49.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Alguns Causos da Pessoa Sem Noção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito trabalho, pessoas. Eu não nasci pra trabalhar tanto. Eu nasci pra me divertir. Eu e Perolinha combinamos muito nisso. &lt;a href="http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/perolinha-4-o-malandrinho.html"&gt;Meu bracinho&lt;/a&gt; não serve pra carregar tanto processo nem pra digitar tantas peças, ele prefere carregar sacolas de compras no shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem me lembrei dos micos que Jubão me faz passar (tenho que pôr a culpa em alguém, afinal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estava vendendo o apartamento o Juba ficava louco com aquele entra e sai de gente na casa "dele". Mas ele estranha muito mais os homens do que as mulheres. Uma bela tarde, o corretor subiu com um rapaz e o Jubão latiu tanto que tive que segurar o bicho pro homem poder olhar o apartamento. Depois que ele se foi, o mesmo corretor subiu com uma moça e Jubâncio Pafúncio nada de latir. Ficou abanando rabinho. Daí o corretor fez um comentário tipo "dessa vez ele tá comportado". Aí a Karininha língua solta fala "É que ele só late pra homem...". Pense. Diante da interrogação que se formou na cara do corretor eu ainda tentei arrematar com um "... homem desconhecido", mas não deu, o fora estava dado. Afff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra vez, passeando com o cachorro, a minha falta de noção também marcou presença. Estou lá toda feliz e saltitante com Juba quando vejo uma moça vindo na minha direção com um neném no carrinho. A criança viu o Juba e quis brincar, forçando a mãe a parar para uma prosa. Ela me pergunta "nossa, que lindo! Qual o nome dele?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Juba", eu disse. Não satisfeita, arrematei com um "e o seu?", olhando pro bebê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daniel", ela respondeu, meio contrariada com o que pareceu uma piadinha. Mas não era. Juro. Eu sou passada mesmo.&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/2263551145736523182-2375834961693785374?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2375834961693785374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=2375834961693785374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2375834961693785374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2375834961693785374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/alguns-causos-da-pessoa-sem-noo.html' title='Alguns Causos da Pessoa Sem Noção'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3242552435539475383</id><published>2008-07-12T00:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:37:04.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 8 - Entre o bem e o mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei não, mas Perolinha anda tão beatinho ultimamente! Acho que é porque a mãe ouve Padre Marcelo todos os dias e o bichinho começou a gostar. Esses dias relembrou a &lt;a href="http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/perolinha-7-o-pastor.html"&gt;história da tatuagem&lt;/a&gt; e veio me dizer que ainda bem que os salgadinhos (Elma Chips) não davam mais aquelas tatuagens coloridas de brinde, porque "aquilo não era do bem", heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fomos no Friday's e ele viu os garçons com chapéus engraçados, achou estranho e perguntou se eles "eram do bem". Quis ser engraçadinha e respondi que "sim" quando traziam a comida e que "não" quando traziam a conta. Ele fez cara de tempo. Ainda não tem idade pra entender a piada... tudo bem, não teve graça mesmo. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem a moça que cuida dele e do irmão pediu que ele mentisse pra uma amiga dela que estava no portão, dizendo que ela não estava em casa. Ele foi à janela e disse: "a fulana tá aqui dizendo pra eu mentir, mas isso não é do bem, criança não pode contar mentiras". Nem preciso dizer que a moça ficou pra morrer de vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensando "bem", acho que ele tá é assistindo aquela novela da record (é da record?) que tem os mutantes. Isso porque hoje ele disse que tem um que se transforma em "alanha", mas "é do bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas a maior constatação dele esses dias foi sobre a polícia. Veio pra mim com os olhinhos arregalados, fazendo caras e bocas e disse que quem manda na polícia não é o delegado, é o político. E eu concluí que isso só pode ser do mal.&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/2263551145736523182-3242552435539475383?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3242552435539475383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3242552435539475383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3242552435539475383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3242552435539475383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/perolinha-8-entre-o-bem-e-o-mal.html' title='Perolinha 8 - Entre o bem e o mal'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8591708460487806489</id><published>2008-07-07T13:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:36.168-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Francoise Hardy - Ce Petit Coeur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SKawvQPUB48' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SKawvQPUB48'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce petit cœur qui ne bat pour personne&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur qui ne bat que pour lui&lt;br /&gt;A peine si ce petit cœur se donne&lt;br /&gt;Car vas tu changer ma vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur ennuyeux monotone&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne sait rien faire que pleurer sur lui&lt;br /&gt;Tout juste si ce petit cœur frissonne&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque le mien lui sourit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut être qu'un jour il souffrira&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce ne sera pas pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Et ce jour là il m'oubliera&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur que je n'oublierai pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut être qu'un jour il souffrira&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce ne sera pas pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Et ce jour là il m'oubliera&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur que je n'oublierai pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur qui passe tout son temps&lt;br /&gt;A s'écouter et à se regarder&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur à qui il plaît tant&lt;br /&gt;De se savoir très aimé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit cœur c'est bien lui pourtant&lt;br /&gt;Dont le mien ne peut se passer&lt;br /&gt;Oui ce petit cœur c'est bien lui pourtant&lt;br /&gt;Dont le mien ne peut se passer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-8591708460487806489?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8591708460487806489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8591708460487806489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8591708460487806489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8591708460487806489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/francoise-hardy-ce-petit-coeur.html' title='Francoise Hardy - Ce Petit Coeur'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3792565050081478432</id><published>2008-07-07T13:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:36.168-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>FRANÇOISE HARDY - TOUS LES GARÇONS ET LES FILLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Eee1ZuxmEGk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Eee1ZuxmEGk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-3792565050081478432?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3792565050081478432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3792565050081478432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3792565050081478432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3792565050081478432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/franoise-hardy-tous-les-garons-et-les.html' title='FRANÇOISE HARDY - TOUS LES GARÇONS ET LES FILLES'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-9089510460904621678</id><published>2008-07-02T19:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:48.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Meu fofo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SGv9tJSoVtI/AAAAAAAAASg/myqpJawW5u0/s1600-h/Juba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218543545268852434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SGv9tJSoVtI/AAAAAAAAASg/myqpJawW5u0/s400/Juba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu sou completamente apaixonada por ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2263551145736523182-9089510460904621678?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9089510460904621678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=9089510460904621678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9089510460904621678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9089510460904621678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-fofo.html' title='Meu fofo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SGv9tJSoVtI/AAAAAAAAASg/myqpJawW5u0/s72-c/Juba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5612177869046057754</id><published>2008-06-14T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:51:36.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Belém - por Pasquale Cipro Neto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu ainda sabes falar assim??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto do Pasquale Cipro Neto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive em Belém, capital do Pará para proferir duas conferências. Tudo ótimo, do pessoal que organizou o evento às inúmeras pessoas que compareceram e assistiram às palestras. É claro que nessas ocasiões presto muita atenção no que ouço.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de procurar erros, pelo amor de Deus! O que me fascina é descobrir as particularidades da linguagem de cada comunidade, de cada grupo social. E a linguagem dos paraenses - mais especificamente a dos belenenses - é particularmente interessante.&lt;br /&gt;'Queres água?', perguntava educadamente uma das pessoas que participaram da equipe de apoio. O pronome 'tu', da segunda pessoa do singular, é comum na fala dos habitantes de Belém. Com um detalhe: o verbo conjugado de acordo com o que prega a gramática normativa, ou, se você preferir, exatamente como se verifica na linguagem oral em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Lisboa e em Belém, é muito comum ouvir 'Foste lá?', Fizeste o que pedi?', 'Trouxeste o livro?', 'Queres água?', 'Sabes onde fica a rua?'. Inevitável lembrar uma canção de uma dupla da terra, Paulo André e Rui Barata ('Beira de mar, como um resto de sol no mar, como a brisa na preamar, tu te foste de mim'). 'Tu te foste', diz a letra, certamente escrita assim pelo letrista Rui Barata, exatamente como dizem as pessoas em Belém. A cantora Fafá de Belém, equivocadamente, gravou 'fostes'. Uma pena! 'Fostes' serve para vós: 'vós fostes'.&lt;br /&gt;O que se ouve em Belém - 'foste', 'fizeste', 'queres' - não é comum em qualquer região do país. Em boa parte do Brasil, é freqüente o emprego do pronome 'tu' com o verbo conjugado na terceira pessoa: 'Tu fez?', 'Tu sempre faz isso?', 'Por que tu não estuda?', 'Tu comprou o remédio?'. Para a gramática normativa, isso está errado. Se o pronome é 'tu', o verbo deve ser conjugado na segunda pessoa do singular: 'fizeste, fazes, estudas, compraste', nas frases anteriores.Na linguagem oral, a mistura de pessoas gramaticais ('Você fez o que te pedi?' ou 'Tu falou', por exemplo) é tão comum no Brasil que é impossível não ficar surpreso quando se vai a Belém e se ouve a segunda pessoa do singular como se emprega em Portugal. Aliás, Belém tem forte e visível influência portuguesa, a começar pela bela arquitetura. Ainda segundo a gramática - e segundo o uso lusitano, vivíssimo -, quando se usa 'tu', não se usa 'lhe'. E aí a roda pega, até em Belém, onde, apesar dos verbos e do sujeito na segunda pessoa, às vezes se ouve o pronome 'lhe': 'Foste lá? Eu lhe disse que devias ir'. Qual é o problema? O pronome 'lhe' se usa para 'você', 'senhor', 'senhora', 'Excelência', ou qualquer outro pronome de terceira pessoa. Na língua formal, 'tu' e 'lhe' não combinam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não custa repetir que todas essas observações têm como base a gramática normativa, que, na linguagem oral, ou seja, na fala, como se vê, não é aplicada integralmente em nenhum canto do Brasil. O que fazer? Nada de histeria. Nem tanto ao mar, nem tanto a terra. Nada de imaginar que se deva exigir de todo brasileiro, na fala, o cumprimento irrestrito das normas lusitanas de uniformidade de tratamento. E nada de achar que não se deve ensinar isso nas escolas, que não se deve tocar no assunto. Afinal, a uniformidade de tratamento está nos clássicos brasileiros e portugueses, está na língua viva, oral de Portugal e de outros países de língua portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Está até na poesia brasileira deste século. E também na música popular da Bossa Nova ('Apelo', de Baden e Vinicius, por exemplo: 'Meu amor, não vás embora, vê a vida como chora, vê que triste esta canção; eu te peço: não te ausentes, pois a dor que agora sentes...') a Chico Buarque ('Acho que estás te fazendo de tonta, te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta, me conta agora como hei de partir' versos de 'Eu Te Amo', música de Tom Jobim e letra de Chico Buarque).&lt;br /&gt;Não custa repetir: na língua culta, formal, é desejável a uniformidade de tratamento. Quando se usa tu, usam-se os pronomes te, ti, contigo, teu.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se usa você, senhor, Excelência, usam-se os pronomes o, a, lhe, seu.&lt;br /&gt;E também não custa pesquisar um pouco, ler os clássicos e os modernos.&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazer uma bela viagem a Belém e lá tomar o tacacá. E ouvir algo como 'Fizeste o trabalho?'.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, Belém.&lt;br /&gt;Um forte abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Texto publicado na Revista VEJA, Dez/07)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-5612177869046057754?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5612177869046057754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5612177869046057754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5612177869046057754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5612177869046057754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/belm-por-pasquale-cipro-neto.html' title='Belém - por Pasquale Cipro Neto'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8534210349828858858</id><published>2008-06-11T01:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:02.294-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>La Reina Madre em Brasília</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias 20 e 21 de junho, na Nunca Fui Santa (111 sul). Já sabem onde me encontrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descontrole total! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484323670151762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SE9b4tQZ0lI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5lmNZJV9KOk/s320/LA+reina+madre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Sr. Marido não leia isso. :)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-8534210349828858858?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8534210349828858858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8534210349828858858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8534210349828858858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8534210349828858858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-reina-madre-em-braslia.html' title='La Reina Madre em Brasília'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SE9b4tQZ0lI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5lmNZJV9KOk/s72-c/LA+reina+madre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2574189675600363208</id><published>2008-06-10T12:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:16.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Sex And The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem vi o filme. Apesar de ir com os dois pés atrás, de tanto ler comentários contra, fui surpreendida e amei. Pra quem já assistiu duas vezes a série completa e pretende ver pela terceira agora, o que mais me chamou a atenção foi a tranquilidade da Carrie, como ela muda o seu jeito de lidar com os acontecimentos ruins de sua vida amorosa. Achei bacana porque as mostraram como mulheres, com exceção da Miranda em alguns momentos, mais maduras. Morri de rir em algumas cenas e segurei o choro em outras. Terminei com aquela invejinha branca pelas bolsas e acessórios e pela delícia que é ter amigas tão unidas, apesar de todos os compromissos que a vida impõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na edição de Junho da Marie Clare tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistamarieclaire.globo.com/Marieclaire/0,6993,EML1682058-1729,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;entrevista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;com a Sarah Jessica Parker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! Não aguentei e fiz o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://editora.globo.com/pesquisas/quiz_marieclaire_030608.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;teste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; para saber "quem eu sou" em Sex And The City. O resultado, como todo resultado de teste de revista, é bom pro ego:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277479341788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SE6fwyFijnI/AAAAAAAAASA/313BUq-fKNM/s400/teste+Sex+and+the+City.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-2574189675600363208?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2574189675600363208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=2574189675600363208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2574189675600363208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2574189675600363208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex And The City'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SE6fwyFijnI/AAAAAAAAASA/313BUq-fKNM/s72-c/teste+Sex+and+the+City.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6250331857173614350</id><published>2008-06-03T23:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:16.109-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Duffy - Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SEYAwNasH1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/-xyS0oRAx_w/s1600-h/Duffy-Rockferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207850847335882578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SEYAwNasH1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/-xyS0oRAx_w/s320/Duffy-Rockferry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee Anne Duffy: a moça galesa é comparada com Amy Winehouse e a música que está fazendo sucesso é "Mercy", no estilo definido como &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/ult90u381767.shtml"&gt;"pop-soul-retrô"&lt;/a&gt;, que também faz parte da trilha sonora do filme "Sex and the City". O Cd &lt;strong&gt;Rockferry&lt;/strong&gt; já está disponível e eu gostei também das músicas "Serious", "Warwick Avenue" e "Delayed Devotion". Aí vai a letra de Mercy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you/But i gotta stay true/My morals/Got me on my knees/I'm begging please/Stop playing games/I don't know/What this is/Cos you got me good/Just like you/Knew you would/I don't know what you do/But you do it well/I'm under your spell/(Chorus)You got meBegging you for mercy/Why wont you relase me/You got meBegging you for mercy/Why wont you release me/I said release me/Now you think that i/Will be/Something on the side/But you got/To understand/That i need a man/Who can take/My hand yes i do/I don't know/What this is/But you got me good/Just like you/Knew you would/I don't know what you do/But you do it well/I'm under your spell/You got me/Begging you for mercy/Why wont you release me/You got me/Begging you for mercy/Why wont you release me/I said you'd better/Release yeah, yeah, yeah/I'm begging you for mercy/Yes, why wont you release me/I'm begging you for mercy/You got me begging/You got me begging/You got me begging/Mercy/Why wont you realise me/I'm begging you for mercy/Why wont you release me/You got me/Begging you for mercy/I'm begging you for mercy (4x)/Why won't youRelease me/Yeah, yeahBreak it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir no youtube, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE2orthS3TQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clique aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&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/2263551145736523182-6250331857173614350?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6250331857173614350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6250331857173614350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6250331857173614350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6250331857173614350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/duffy-mercy.html' title='Duffy - Mercy'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SEYAwNasH1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/-xyS0oRAx_w/s72-c/Duffy-Rockferry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3584948491312761803</id><published>2008-05-29T22:37:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:43.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Maquiagem Organizada ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SD9fY9asHzI/AAAAAAAAARo/AP-5YvzTGj0/s1600-h/maquiagem+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205984576671588146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SD9fY9asHzI/AAAAAAAAARo/AP-5YvzTGj0/s320/maquiagem+(20).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SD9fZNasH0I/AAAAAAAAARw/2Jffl1XNJhA/s1600-h/maquiagem+(21).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205984580966555458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SD9fZNasH0I/AAAAAAAAARw/2Jffl1XNJhA/s320/maquiagem+(21).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Denize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; postou fotos da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/noticias/?p=654#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;caixa de maquiagem dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; e me lembrei de que na semana passada cmoprei de presente pra mim essa caixinha de acrílico que deu pra organizar tudo direitinho e fica tudo à mão. Não paro de olhar pra ela... Tão linda! Pra quem é de Brasília, tem na loja Chalé do Pátio Brasil.&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/2263551145736523182-3584948491312761803?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3584948491312761803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3584948491312761803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3584948491312761803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3584948491312761803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/maquiagem-organizada.html' title='Maquiagem Organizada ;)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SD9fY9asHzI/AAAAAAAAARo/AP-5YvzTGj0/s72-c/maquiagem+(20).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4023047924419319777</id><published>2008-05-26T23:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:43.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>La Reina Karina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu tô que tô me sentindo a última coca-cola do deserto, a última bolacha do pacote, a bala que matou Kennedy, a pontinha do Cornetto, a cereja do Martini...Hohoho. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não é pra ficar? Sr. Marido formou uma bela dupla de dois com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dona La Reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; , que fez uma bolsa exclusiva pra mim e ainda batizou com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/?p=6584#more-6584"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; as outras da série. Olha só a lindeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SDt2A9asHvI/AAAAAAAAARI/HspQV2kABsI/s1600-h/Grade+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883553215323890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SDt2A9asHvI/AAAAAAAAARI/HspQV2kABsI/s400/Grade+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos retiradas do site &lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/?p=6584#more-6584"&gt;La Reina Madre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa não é a minha e já foi arrematada. Estou sem a foto oficial da que eu ganhei, mas posso garantir que é tão linda quanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dê e Demiro, muito obrigada, mais uma vez! ;)&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/2263551145736523182-4023047924419319777?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4023047924419319777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4023047924419319777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4023047924419319777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4023047924419319777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-reina-karina.html' title='La Reina Karina'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SDt2A9asHvI/AAAAAAAAARI/HspQV2kABsI/s72-c/Grade+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4961833123128325904</id><published>2008-05-25T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:43.441-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>É bom - muito bom - ter amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204545487749521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SDpCi9asHuI/AAAAAAAAARA/eob74UmCb9I/s400/Niver+KK+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bons amigos são bons para sua saúde."--Irwin Sarason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um amigo ama em todos os tempos."--Bíblia: Provérbios 17,17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigo é a pessoa que sabe tudo sobre você, e ainda assim gosta de você."--Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Felicidade repartida dura eternamente."--M. Tanigushi&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-4961833123128325904?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4961833123128325904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4961833123128325904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4961833123128325904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4961833123128325904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/bom-muito-bom-ter-amigos_25.html' title='É bom - muito bom - ter amigos!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SDpCi9asHuI/AAAAAAAAARA/eob74UmCb9I/s72-c/Niver+KK+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1581409809381990632</id><published>2008-05-21T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:55:34.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disseram Por Aí'/><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Deus te deu de presente 86.400 segundos hoje. Você usou um deles pra dizer 'obrigado'?"--William Arthur Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-1581409809381990632?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1581409809381990632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1581409809381990632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1581409809381990632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1581409809381990632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/gratido.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4765798730259242003</id><published>2008-05-15T12:36:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:55:42.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Um dia frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E as noites estão frias... Daí que eu e Sr. Marido fizemos fondue de chocolate com morangos... Tão Romântico! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vê só:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200632827908396466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCxcALq3FbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gJmEw70Gdwg/s320/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200634219477800386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCxdRLq3FcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RLguj0y6mnw/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jubão resolveu aparecer na foto&lt;em&gt;..."Olha a bobagem que eu fiz na mesa NOVA da mamãe pra comemorar um ano de família nova!"&lt;/em&gt; (dá pra ver na última foto?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200636598889682386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="268" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCxfbrq3FdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/K2yyVISPnAg/s320/IMG_0345a.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200638398480979426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCxhEbq3FeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HI_7tqQUMnI/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4765798730259242003?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4765798730259242003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4765798730259242003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4765798730259242003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4765798730259242003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-dia-frio.html' title='Um dia frio...'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCxcALq3FbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gJmEw70Gdwg/s72-c/IMG_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4234773840060213451</id><published>2008-05-15T12:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:52:43.441-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Zoróscopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Momento de renascimento!15/05 (hoje) às 14h15 a 02/06 às 6h53 Sol em conjunção com Sol natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um ano de vida, Karina! Em nosso aniversário a vida se renova, pois entramos em nosso "ano novo pessoal". As atenções se voltam para nós, resgatamos nosso brilho de alma. É claro, aproveitar ou não este momento depende de você. Que tal fazer resoluções para este novo ano que se inicia? &lt;strong&gt;(Ah nãooo, muitas outras vezes no passado eu fiz resoluções e planos que não consegui cumprir)&lt;/strong&gt; Eu sei, você dirá que muitas outras vezes no passado você fez resoluções e planos que não conseguiu cumprir. &lt;strong&gt;(Eita!)&lt;/strong&gt; Isso realmente é chato, e pode lhe tirar o estímulo, mas você já parou para pensar o que está por detrás das resoluções que não se tornaram reais? &lt;strong&gt;(Já, e não concluí nada)&lt;/strong&gt; Em primeiro lugar, e acima de tudo, é preciso considerar a qualidade natural do ano, Karina. A palavra "considerar" vem do latim "considerare", e significa "estar com o céu". Antes de fazer planos, é preciso verificar qual é a qualidade do céu para aquele ano! &lt;strong&gt;(Ahhh tá... tsc, tsc)&lt;/strong&gt; Pois a cada aniversário ganhamos um "mapa astral novo", um mapa simbólico que aponta as correntes mais rápidas e adequadas para se navegar no rio das nossas vidas. Uma coisa é certa, Karina: neste período do seu aniversário, sua força pessoal se renova. &lt;strong&gt;(Assim espero!)&lt;/strong&gt; Você está realmente com um poder maior para realizar seus desejos, intentos, interesses. &lt;strong&gt;(Ui!)&lt;/strong&gt; Mas não são quaisquer intentos. É preciso ouvir o céu &lt;strong&gt;(hã?)&lt;/strong&gt;, saber ler o que os planetas estão dispondo para você neste ano. E existe uma forma de fazer isso: é conhecendo a sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personare.com.br/WebSite/PaginasPHP/ctl.php?mdl=Contador&amp;amp;cmd=RegistraClick&amp;amp;CID=32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Revolução Solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, uma interpretação astrológica que vai de um aniversário ao outro, revelando as predisposições naturais para este ano em específico. Que tal fazer as resoluções certas desta vez, considerando o que o céu dispõe? &lt;strong&gt;(Hummm, sei não)&lt;/strong&gt; Muitas felicidades neste momento de retorno do seu Sol pessoal, Karina!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Brigadim)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4234773840060213451?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4234773840060213451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4234773840060213451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4234773840060213451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4234773840060213451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/zorscopo.html' title='Zoróscopo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1974295420796121759</id><published>2008-05-13T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:23.814-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>O Que Vejo Daqui Do Alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCpPl7q3FaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HkQUMatbd40/s1600-h/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200056232843875746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCpPl7q3FaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HkQUMatbd40/s400/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto tirada pelo maridão.&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/2263551145736523182-1974295420796121759?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1974295420796121759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1974295420796121759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1974295420796121759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1974295420796121759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-que-vejo-daqui-do-alto.html' title='O Que Vejo Daqui Do Alto'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SCpPl7q3FaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HkQUMatbd40/s72-c/IMG_0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4937612039119778417</id><published>2008-05-10T01:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:13.671-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/sF84pIhP5UM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sF84pIhP5UM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa é minha atual xodó pra ouvir/cantar no carro, rs. Pena que daqui a pouco vai tocar tanto no rádio que vai enjoar...&lt;br /&gt;A moça é a vencedora do programa x-factor do Reino Unido. A música está no álbum "Spirit", que foi lançado no ano passado. Mas por aqui está em pré-venda no submarino.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver indisponível aí em cima, vai aqui:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF84pIhP5UM#&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4937612039119778417?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4937612039119778417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4937612039119778417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4937612039119778417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4937612039119778417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/bleeding-love-by-leona-lewis_7816.html' title='Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8568496898248444001</id><published>2008-05-04T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:03.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disseram Por Aí'/><title type='text'>De mim pra mim - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nunca se explique -- seus amigos não precisam disso e seus inimigos não acreditarão em você de qualquer maneira."-- Elbert Hubbard&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-8568496898248444001?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8568496898248444001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8568496898248444001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8568496898248444001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8568496898248444001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-mim-pra-mim-2.html' title='De mim pra mim - 2'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2700980636515024291</id><published>2008-05-04T12:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:13.671-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Depeche Mode One Night In Paris - Enjoy The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Q9Gwc3tNLH4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Q9Gwc3tNLH4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Era 1990 e a guitarra até hoje me arrepia e me faz lembrar do dia em que fui correndo comprar o LP do Depeche Mode na Discoteca 2001 que ficava perto da minha casa. Era o último e não havia a facilidade de hoje para se encotrar discos, pelo menos pra mim. Ainda consigo me lembrar da felicidade de sair com o meu "Violator" na mão. Achava linda aquela capa preta com aquela flor toda vermelho sangue. Depois disso passei horas enjoying "enjoy the silence". Muito, muito bom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-2700980636515024291?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2700980636515024291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=2700980636515024291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2700980636515024291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2700980636515024291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/depeche-mode-one-night-in-paris-enjoy.html' title='Depeche Mode One Night In Paris - Enjoy The Silence'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8011982857552174008</id><published>2008-04-23T12:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:50.373-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Salve Jorge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SA9Vcvba1fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qxJEfezUoE4/s1600-h/saojorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192462847637640690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SA9Vcvba1fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qxJEfezUoE4/s320/saojorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu andarei vestido e armado com as armas de São Jorge para que meus inimigos, tendo pés não me alcancem, tendo mãos não me peguem, tendo olhos não me vejam, e nem em pensamentos eles possam me fazer mal.&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo o meu corpo não alcançarão, facas e lanças se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar, cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Cristo, me proteja e me defenda com o poder de sua santa e divina graça, Virgem de Nazaré, me cubra com o seu manto sagrado e divino, protegendo-me em todas as minhas dores e aflições, e Deus, com sua divina misericórdia e grande poder, seja meu defensor contra as maldades e perseguições dos meu inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;Glorioso São Jorge, em nome de Deus, estenda-me o seu escudo e as suas poderosas armas, defendendo-me com a sua força e com a sua grandeza, e que debaixo das patas de seu fiel ginete meus inimigos fiquem humildes e submissos a vós. Assim seja com o poder de Deus, de Jesus e da falange do Divino Espírito Santo.&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge Rogai por Nós.&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-8011982857552174008?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8011982857552174008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8011982857552174008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8011982857552174008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8011982857552174008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/salve-jorge.html' title='Salve Jorge!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/SA9Vcvba1fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qxJEfezUoE4/s72-c/saojorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3139288917174099867</id><published>2008-04-20T23:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:40:49.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 7 - O Pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu e mamãe fomos pagar a mensalidade do clube e levamos o pirralhinho Ygor conosco. Na saída paramos pra tomar água de côco num quiosque que fica ao lado. O senhor que vendia o côco era evangélico, daqueles que gostam de pregar a palavra de Deus pra todos os afortunados que passam por ali. Yguinho fala muito também e logo desatou a conversar sobre os carros e motos estacionados por ali e os salgadinhos (elma chips) que estavam à venda e vinham com uma tatuagem colorida pra ele colocar no braço. Quando veio o assunto "tatuagem" o senhor evangélico começou a dizer pro menino Ygor que aquilo não era coisa de Deus, porque não se pode pintar o corpo e blá blá blá até que percebeu que o moleque nem prestava atenção e já estava do outro lado dizendo &lt;em&gt;"calaca, essa motoca é maneiiiiira"&lt;/em&gt; enquanto tentava subir no banco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu ensaiei um "Ygor, presta atenção, o senhor tá falando", mas foi tão sem emoção que nem eu me convenci e ficou por isso mesmo. Pagamos a conta e fomos embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dias depois, minha mãe levou ele e o irmão pra um churrasco e disse que ele não tirava os olhos de um casal de adolescentes que estava se beijando ao lado deles. Enquanto ela cortava a carne e arrumava as coisas pra ele comer, o pirralho se levantou, foi até o casal, puxou o braço do rapaz e disse com os olhos arregalados: &lt;em&gt;"Ei, isso aqui não pode não. Tatuagem não é coisa de Deus" "Você tem que apagar, viu?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O rapaz ficou rindo do pequeno. Isso porque a gente achou que ele não prestou atenção no que o homem disse. Imagina se tivesse parado pra escutar, ia até citar a passagem da Bíblia que justifica a afirmação...&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/2263551145736523182-3139288917174099867?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3139288917174099867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3139288917174099867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3139288917174099867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3139288917174099867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/perolinha-7-o-pastor.html' title='Perolinha 7 - O Pastor'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-760741900189466584</id><published>2008-04-17T12:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:50.374-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Notícia breve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ói eu de volta. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem tive consulta de emergência com médica da cabeça. Após ouvir todo o meu relato, ela me olha com uma cara surpresa e diz que se eu narrei "aquilo tudo" pra ela mantendo o bom humor, então não devo me preocupar porque estou bem. Mas por precaução, me deu a receita do remedinho básico pra me manter "sob controle". Vai saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso aí é pra vcs verem que eu não sumi à toa. Trem tá feio.&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/2263551145736523182-760741900189466584?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/760741900189466584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=760741900189466584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/760741900189466584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/760741900189466584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/notcia-breve.html' title='Notícia breve'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-258437980680460356</id><published>2008-03-11T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:54:41.013-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passatempo'/><title type='text'>Passatempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R9dEGxoDx-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6o4sJGUJsz0/s1600-h/caixa+lilÃ¡s+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176681179876935650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R9dEGxoDx-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6o4sJGUJsz0/s320/caixa+lil%C3%A1s+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa também foi pra "Bob Mãe" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tô gostando disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/2263551145736523182-258437980680460356?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/258437980680460356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=258437980680460356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/258437980680460356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/258437980680460356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/03/passatempo.html' title='Passatempo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R9dEGxoDx-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6o4sJGUJsz0/s72-c/caixa+lil%C3%A1s+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8713521383147549441</id><published>2008-02-26T11:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:50.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Sobre "taenias" e outros medos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R8QsZntwCqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaes3t22WBU/s1600-h/medo+do+escuro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171307090797398690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R8QsZntwCqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaes3t22WBU/s320/medo%2Bdo%2Bescuro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena meus medos não eram de monstros, bruxas e seres de outro mundo. Eu sempre fui esquisitinha. Além do medo normal de toda criança de perder os pais, de entrar ladrão em casa, eu tinha um quê Rodrigueano que me fazia sofrer dias e até anos a fio com a idéia de que aquilo que imaginei pudesse ser verdade. Por exemplo, não bastava eu ter medo de ser adotada, como toda criança normal. Aos seis anos, eu imaginava que podia ser fruto de um adultério da minha mãe e ficava olhando pro meu pai buscando semelhanças, já que com ela era visível. De tanto procurar essas semelhanças acabei adotando algumas características do meu pai e hoje eu sou praticamente ele de saia. Se bem que quase não uso saia. Então sou ele de cabelos longos. Pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqueles livros de ciências eram verdadeiros circos dos horrores pra mim. &lt;em&gt;Porltergeist&lt;/em&gt; eu assistia e dormia bem. Mas depois de uma aula sobre &lt;em&gt;taenia solium&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;saginata&lt;/em&gt; eu ficava pilhada. Ia deitar e ficava tentando sentir a malassombrosa dentro de mim. Houve uma época que eu tive certeza que tinha uma na cabeça. Nem sei se é esse o sintoma, mas até sentia dormência e "cosquinha". Acho que foi daí que surgiu o meu hipocondrismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra coisa que me dava medo, mas aí é tudo culpa da minha mãe, era de seqüestro. Isso quase me fez perder uma grande oportunidade na vida. A sorte é que estava ao lado de uma coleguinha desavisada. A gente estava embaixo do bloco conversando e uma moça dentro de um carro fazia sinal para que eu fosse até ela. Eu fingia que não via, afinal, sabia que ela só queria os meus rins. Só que a minha coleguinha inocente viu e foi até lá, eu até tentei convencê-la a não ir, mas já era tarde demais. Enquanto eu pensava se chamava o porteiro pra salvá-la ela voltava com quatro, QUATRO, pacotes de São Cosme e Damião. Dois pra mim e dois pra ela. Depois disso tive uma conversa séria com a minha mãe sobre esse dia santo. Ela era obrigada a me avisar todos os anos quando chegasse o dia pra que isso não acontecesse mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como eu disse, meus medos não incluíam fantasmas ou monstros de outros mundos. Mas, por garantia, eu sempre olhava embaixo da cama antes de dormir.&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/2263551145736523182-8713521383147549441?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8713521383147549441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8713521383147549441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8713521383147549441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8713521383147549441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/02/sobre-taenias-e-outros-medos.html' title='Sobre &quot;taenias&quot; e outros medos'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R8QsZntwCqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eaes3t22WBU/s72-c/medo%2Bdo%2Bescuro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5349270926085130559</id><published>2008-02-07T16:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:54:41.013-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passatempo'/><title type='text'>Passatempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164427033189037490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R6u7Bj2oNbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0pv1_PTAVVo/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164428441938310594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R6u8Tj2oNcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZclwaOJiM9U/s320/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164422334494815618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R6u2wD2oNYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zOqRRXbNWIs/s320/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164421471206389106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R6u19z2oNXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1UgMI944IDk/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini oratório que pintei e decorei pra mamãe ;)&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/2263551145736523182-5349270926085130559?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5349270926085130559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5349270926085130559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5349270926085130559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5349270926085130559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/02/passatempo.html' title='Passatempo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R6u7Bj2oNbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0pv1_PTAVVo/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1509535051368674240</id><published>2008-02-06T23:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:50.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>É Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre que chega o carnaval e vejo aquele mundo de gente desfilando com suas fantasias brilhantes e cheias de plumas, fazendo caras, bocas e bundas pras câmeras eu me lembro de quando estava na sétima série e as eleições de 1989 estavam bombando, com discussões acaloradas entre colloridos, brizolistas, covistas e lulistas. Era recém-chegada em uma escola burguesinha -  vinda de escola pública - e havia uma menina muito, mas muito metida a besta, "collorida" dos pés à cabeça (claro que na época éramos todos reflexos de nossos pais) e fazia questão de perguntar para quem a gente estava torcendo para ganhar as eleições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que isso tem a ver com o carnaval? Calma que ainda chego lá. Meus pais eram eleitores do Brizola, então eu, que era uma menina de 13 anos superpolitizada, com idéias próprias e personalidade forte, também torcia pelo velhinho rabugento. Mas a garota metida a besta era cariooooca (com sotaque, entende?) e sempre que pegava pela frente algum pobre coitado que votava no Brizola, fazia a mesma pergunta fatídica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Dix&lt;/em&gt; aí só uma coisa que o Brizola &lt;em&gt;feix&lt;/em&gt; pelo Rio de Janeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o pobre incauto respondia: (adivinha?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- CIEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao que ela prontamente falava que nunca tinham funcionado direito e todo aquele discurso conhecido da oposição ao velhinho rabugento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sabia que um dia a guria ia me fazer a tal pergunta. Aí fui me informar com minha mãe. Finalmente, no dia que ela me perguntou, a minha resposta saiu tão suavemente da boca, que até minha vista escureceu de tanto que fiquei feliz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O sambódromo. Vai me dizer que não funciona?&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/2263551145736523182-1509535051368674240?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1509535051368674240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1509535051368674240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1509535051368674240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1509535051368674240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval.html' title='É Carnaval'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6669086811796367540</id><published>2008-01-24T23:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:53:50.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Rapidex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, pelo menos uma das promessas de fim de ano estou colocando em prática: procurei ajuda de quem entende e vou começar minha dieta de 1200 kcal. Oremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora falta a segunda parte: exercício. Calma que o santo tem que ser forte pro milagre ser grande desse jeito. Mas vamos com fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A promessa de colocar as contas em dia é que tá difícil de cumprir... início de ano tem IPVA, IPTU, além das contas resultantes da minha empolgação de viagem... ui. Sigamos fazendo figa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mudando de assunto, vocês também já lêem as notícias do dia receando ver que mais alguém morreu? Trem tá feio dimaisdacontasô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabe dor de dente? Tinha esquecido como é ruim, Ave Chester. E noite em claro? E mudança de trabalho de surpresa? E isso tudo na mesma semana?&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/2263551145736523182-6669086811796367540?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6669086811796367540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6669086811796367540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6669086811796367540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6669086811796367540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/rapidex.html' title='Rapidex'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1929465806027493305</id><published>2008-01-19T23:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:55:10.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Boa Sorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R5Kyui2kjDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jPJn4W5R03E/s1600-h/sorte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157381035992058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R5Kyui2kjDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jPJn4W5R03E/s320/sorte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Janeiro trouxe boas notícias. Só tenho motivos para agradecer pelas conquistas das pessoas queridas. Emprego novo, casa nova, aprovação em concurso, viagem. Que 2008 continue assim! Ui! :)&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/2263551145736523182-1929465806027493305?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1929465806027493305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1929465806027493305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1929465806027493305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1929465806027493305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa Sorte'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R5Kyui2kjDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jPJn4W5R03E/s72-c/sorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5364453582706102154</id><published>2008-01-08T07:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:55:10.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Se alguém perguntar por mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157367352226253858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R5KmSC2kjCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/G6wjchv6aMg/s320/salvador1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R4LG7i2kjAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tJDcwkWOHyw/s1600-h/salvador1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emtursa.ba.gov.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pessouas, vou ali na terra de Caymmi e volto logo. Comportem-se, não coloquem os pés no sofá e lavem as mãos antes de comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijo procês.&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/2263551145736523182-5364453582706102154?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5364453582706102154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5364453582706102154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5364453582706102154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5364453582706102154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/se-algum-perguntar-por-mim.html' title='Se alguém perguntar por mim'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R5KmSC2kjCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/G6wjchv6aMg/s72-c/salvador1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-737380218794636780</id><published>2008-01-07T19:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:55:34.939-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>If You Leave - OMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Io0DRKHoWF8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Io0DRKHoWF8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou com essa música na cabeça há dias. Então aí vai pra relembrar os anos 80... Da trilha sonora do filme Pretty In Pink (A Garota de Rosa Shocking) - 1986.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-737380218794636780?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/737380218794636780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=737380218794636780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/737380218794636780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/737380218794636780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-leave-omd.html' title='If You Leave - OMD'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1475428290150691318</id><published>2008-01-04T15:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:33.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns Pra Você'/><title type='text'>Hoje é Dia De Papito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R36TiC2ki_I/AAAAAAAAANw/QKhtJ3suk7c/s1600-h/Rio+de+Janeiro+Set+2007+(21).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151717236849019890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R36TiC2ki_I/AAAAAAAAANw/QKhtJ3suk7c/s320/Rio+de+Janeiro+Set+2007+(21).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu pai sempre foi conhecido pelo sobrenome Mafra. Todos o chamam de Seu Mafra, Dr. Mafra, e quando eu era pequena esse era o nome que eu conhecia. Aí um dia minha mãe disse que eu não era filha do Mafra e sim do José. Por um instante meu mundo caiu. Que José era aquele que queria tomar o lugar do meu pai? Pois é, essa foi a forma sacana de a minha mãe me apresentar ao primeiro nome do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que toda menina vê no pai um herói. Eu não fui diferente. Achava o máximo meu pai chegando em casa de terno e pasta 007 e adorava ver as fotos de quando ele era militar e usava as fardas brancas (que pra mim eram roupas de super-herói). Se no meio da noite eu tinha medo de alguma coisa ele me contava as histórias mais sem pé nem cabeça para me tranqüilizar e acabava que dava certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob pai é assim. Ele é pai, mãe, amigo. Meu porto seguro. Meu exemplo de vida. Nele e na minha mãe busco as minhas referências para encontrar meu equilíbrio (se é que isso é possível). Ele é a fé, a razão, a serenidade, a consciência, a bondade, o trabalho, a disciplina, o amor pela família, o pé no chão, a firmeza, o caráter, o desprendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se hoje eu tenho determinação, aprendi com ele. Se não me assusto com problemas, foi ele que me ensinou. Mas ainda tenho muito a aprender, e ainda sinto falta dele ao meu lado sempre que tenho algo mais complicado pra resolver porque sei que com ele tudo se ajeita. Pode até ser impressão, mas é a impressão da filha que olha pro pai e continua a ver o herói da vida inteira, que nem a idade e as intempéries das vida conseguiram desvanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns, Papito! Muitos mais anos de vida para você! Eu te amo muito!&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/2263551145736523182-1475428290150691318?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1475428290150691318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1475428290150691318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1475428290150691318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1475428290150691318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoje-dia-de-papito.html' title='Hoje é Dia De Papito!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R36TiC2ki_I/AAAAAAAAANw/QKhtJ3suk7c/s72-c/Rio+de+Janeiro+Set+2007+(21).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7623569816618987743</id><published>2008-01-02T13:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:57:03.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disseram Por Aí'/><title type='text'>De Mim Para Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E para quem mais possa ser útil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Você, o seu ser, tanto quanto qualquer pessoa em todo o universo, merece o seu amor e sua afeição." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-7623569816618987743?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7623569816618987743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7623569816618987743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7623569816618987743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7623569816618987743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-mim-para-mim.html' title='De Mim Para Mim'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7851947404701959656</id><published>2007-12-30T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.005-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Ops... Faiô!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acordei de madrugada com uma super história na cabeça. Sério. Tenho certeza de que ganharia o Nobel de Literatura de 2008 se escrevesse (hé). Não escrevi porque tinha certeza de que desta vez a idéia era tão boa, mas tão boa que eu não ia esquecer. Pergunta o que era? Pois é. Fico imaginando aqui quantas idéias os grandes pensadores da humanidade perderam porque deixaram de anotar no meio do sono. Não que eu seja uma grande pensadora da humanidade, até porque se eu fosse teria pensado bem e teria anotado.&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/2263551145736523182-7851947404701959656?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7851947404701959656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7851947404701959656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7851947404701959656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7851947404701959656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/acordei-de-madrugada-com-uma-super.html' title='Ops... Faiô!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7054748403762043507</id><published>2007-12-28T10:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:02.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 6 - O Troca Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia 26, anteontem, foi aniversário de 5 anos de Perolinha! Parabéns pra ele!!!! Vivaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daí que me lembrei de uma historinha de quando ele tinha de 2 pra 3 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu, Ademir, Falk e Cia. somos mestres em pentelhar criancinhas (hé).  Então a gente tinha mania de chamar o Ygor e - quando e resolvia atender - mandava ele ir catar coquinho. Pura falta do que fazer, eu sei. No início ele não entendeu, queria saber o que era pra ele catar (tadinho). Depois, pegou a malandragem e com toda a&lt;/span&gt; sua falta de traquejo por causa da sua pouca idade (tãaao bebê!) virou, chamou a gente e quando alguém respondeu ele disse, tooodo matreiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ah! Vai cagá poquinho!&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/2263551145736523182-7054748403762043507?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7054748403762043507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7054748403762043507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7054748403762043507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7054748403762043507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/perolinha-6-o-troca-letras.html' title='Perolinha 6 - O Troca Letras'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8070790192380706780</id><published>2007-12-28T10:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.006-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Saldão De Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre aquisições e presentes estou cheia de novidades e coisinhas fofas pra me manter em casa, quietinha, sem gastar mais do que devo. Aliás, não devo gastar mais nada. Nunca mais. Pelo menos por 15 meses (pra mim isso é quase nunca mais). Afe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3TxSS2ki6I/AAAAAAAAANI/B4XU0Hm8wYc/s1600-h/Livros+DVDs.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149005570591984546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3TxSS2ki6I/AAAAAAAAANI/B4XU0Hm8wYc/s320/Livros+DVDs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem DVDs de filmes fofos pra rever e shows bacanas pra assistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto aos livros, já li o Harry Potter e estou lendo "O Amor nos Tempos do Cólera". Lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3T1Bi2ki-I/AAAAAAAAANo/6UW9qRtfArY/s1600-h/CDs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149009680875686882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3T1Bi2ki-I/AAAAAAAAANo/6UW9qRtfArY/s320/CDs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem Cds pra todos os meus momentos. Pra dançar em casa que nem doida, pra ouvir enquanto estou pelo mundo virtual e pra ficar vendo o pôr do sol com Jubão. Ele se amarrou. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3TzMi2ki8I/AAAAAAAAANY/mMom3saUQXw/s1600-h/Fofuras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149007670830992322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3TzMi2ki8I/AAAAAAAAANY/mMom3saUQXw/s320/Fofuras.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem a ovelhinha fofa que ganhei de Bob mãe pra guardar pijama, o chaveiro do casal de Lindinhos pras chaves da casa nova ;) e do Mozi pra ficar mais cheirosa pra ele (hé)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149008418155301842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3Tz4C2ki9I/AAAAAAAAANg/ldtNbgE1JhA/s320/Bolsas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E não podiam faltar as bolsas! Ganhei do &lt;a href="http://falkbrito.blogspot.com/"&gt;primusko&lt;/a&gt; e Vovó (simmmmmm, vovóooooo) e sandalinha linda de Bob Pai (não deu pra sair na foto). E &lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/"&gt;La Reina&lt;/a&gt;, dada de mim pra mim, porque fiz um balanço, conversei com Papai Noel e ele disse que fui bem razoável no ano que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teve também o olhar sereno e o sorriso tímido do meu pai, acrescido das palavras sábias que nos lembram que de nada vale tudo isso aí de cima se não tivermos fé em Deus e paz no coração. Teve beijo, abraço e comidinha gostosa de mamãe na ceia. Teve o beijo roubado do meu irmão pentelho. Teve abraço e beijo bom do meu bem. Teve a carinha de felicidade dos pirralhinhos olhando pra árvore de natal, esperando papai noel chegar e abrindo os presentes que ele deixou. Teve muitos abraços e desejos de coisas boas recíprocos pro ano que vem. Teve palavras de gratidão. Teve risadas e conversas gostosas com os amigos de esbórnia. E espero que ano que vem tenha isso tudo de novo. Mesmo com toda a correria, vale a pena! :)&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/2263551145736523182-8070790192380706780?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8070790192380706780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8070790192380706780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8070790192380706780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8070790192380706780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/saldo-de-natal.html' title='Saldão De Natal!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R3TxSS2ki6I/AAAAAAAAANI/B4XU0Hm8wYc/s72-c/Livros+DVDs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7275679925043697164</id><published>2007-12-06T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.007-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Sobre mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu acho fascinante que a maioria das pessoas planeje suas férias com mais cuidado do que planeje suas vidas. Talvez porque fugir é mais fácil que mudar." - Jim Rohn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-7275679925043697164?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7275679925043697164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7275679925043697164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7275679925043697164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7275679925043697164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/sobre-mudanas.html' title='Sobre mudanças'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-23303165987784957</id><published>2007-12-05T23:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>I'm Back! Oh yeah! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R1dXaeEHz2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xUjKM1SU-mU/s1600-h/voltei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140673611925278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R1dXaeEHz2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xUjKM1SU-mU/s320/voltei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aí, pessoas, joinha? Se comportaram na minha ausência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muita correria, muita correria mesmo, mudanças à vista (à prazo também, hé). Não sei se é por causa do final de ano, em que a gente costuma fazer resoluções pensando no ano que entra, ou seja, faz planos pro futuro, sejam planos a curto ou longo prazo, mas ando com uma preguiça de gente que vive de passado. É um tal de "quando eu era, quando eu estava" ou "eu fui, eu morei, eu tive, eu vivi, eu amei, eu sofri". É um apego a situações que NÃO voltam mais (digo não em maiúsculo pra deixar claro que não se trata de esperança fundada, de algo que possa acontencer de novo. Não, não pode.) Quando pode a gente releva, né? Mas tem coisas que a gente vê que não tem jeito, ou porque conhece a pessoa e a história, ou porque por experiência já sabe no que vai dar. Poxa, vamos VIVER! Enquanto a gente espera, a vida passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tem gente que vive de "futuro" também né? Já conheceu alguém assim? Do tipo que não resolve nada hoje esperando que algo melhor possa aparecer amanhã. Só que muitas vezes não aparece e aí a oportunidade já se foi. Não aceita uma proposta bacana porque sonha com outra, não embarca num relacionamento porque espera por outro igual àquele que aconteceu com a Fulaninha na novela. Aí o trem não acontece e a vida, ploft, passou. Pois é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, mas eu vou ali beber água e dormir né, pra pele ficar boa! ;)&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/2263551145736523182-23303165987784957?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/23303165987784957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=23303165987784957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/23303165987784957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/23303165987784957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-oh-yeah.html' title='I&apos;m Back! Oh yeah! ;)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/R1dXaeEHz2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xUjKM1SU-mU/s72-c/voltei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5321615178327899095</id><published>2007-11-17T02:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:55:34.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Via Láctea - Olavo Bilac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rz5uJGX1iDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lrPd4QnzlUM/s1600-h/vendoestrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133661727857412146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rz5uJGX1iDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lrPd4QnzlUM/s320/vendoestrelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Via Láctea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soneto XIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! Certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdeste o senso"! E eu vos direi, no entanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que, para ouvi-las, muita vez desperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E conversamos toda a noite, enquanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A via láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Direis agora! "Tresloucado amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que conversas com elas? Que sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu vos direi: "Amai para entendê-las!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olavo Bilac&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/2263551145736523182-5321615178327899095?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5321615178327899095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5321615178327899095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5321615178327899095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5321615178327899095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/via-lctea-olavo-bilac.html' title='Via Láctea - Olavo Bilac'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rz5uJGX1iDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lrPd4QnzlUM/s72-c/vendoestrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4330682140687345444</id><published>2007-11-11T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:33.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns Pra Você'/><title type='text'>Salve 11/11!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131789343517648946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RzfHN_KBKDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JmuN84BCNHQ/s320/Niver+Ademir+2007+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje é dia do meu bem. Daquele que foi posto no meu caminho pelas mesmas Mãos que me trouxeram até aqui, até este momento, com todos os percalços e todas as alegrias que uma pessoa pode ter. E posso dizer que as alegrias da minha vida são infinitamente mais fortes que as tristezas, por isso sigo meu caminho apesar dos momentos de aflição. E o meu bem é o meu presente. Só um cara alto astral como ele pode me agüentar! Ele é minha alegria, meu porto, minha força. Ele me abraça e o mundo pode ruir. Ele me beija e o mundo pode parar. Não me importa mais nada porque sei que com ele eu posso contar. O sorriso mais aberto e mais franco que já conheci, que conquista, desarma, anima. Quando ele ri os olhinhos somem. Lindo! E não é só um maridão, é amigo que cuida, filho que se faz presente, irmão que se preocupa, profissional que se dedica. Só posso agradecer e me considerar abençoada por dividir minha vida com ele. Alguém lá em cima gosta de mim. E sei que alguém aqui em baixo também. E isso me lembra que faz todo o sentido a frase atribuída a Lao-Tsé: "Ser profundamente amado por alguém nos dá força. Amar alguém profundamente nos dá coragem!". Ademir, com você eu me sinto forte e corajosa. Parabéns pelo seu dia!&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/2263551145736523182-4330682140687345444?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4330682140687345444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4330682140687345444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4330682140687345444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4330682140687345444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/salve-1111.html' title='Salve 11/11!!!!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RzfHN_KBKDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JmuN84BCNHQ/s72-c/Niver+Ademir+2007+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-9153337129678158913</id><published>2007-11-01T23:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:02.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 5 - In-Direta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyqFYGTUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/U8vWycb0Mko/s1600-h/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128057774769709170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyqFYGTUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/U8vWycb0Mko/s200/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como eu sou madrinha do Iago, que também tem suas perolices, só que mais contidas que o Ygor, comprei pra ele um roupão, porque o bichinho tá fazendo natação e sai da piscina tremendo de frio. Daí que tinha umas camisetas baratinhas e resolvi acrescentar ao presentinho do moleque, que tá crescendo rápido e perdendo as roupas pro Ygor. Pedi pra minha mãe entregar e esqueci da história. Dias depois, passeando com eles, o Iago, toooodo educado, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Madrinha, &lt;em&gt;brigado&lt;/em&gt; pelas roupas, eu gostei muito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"De nada, meu bem, que bom que você gostou!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Achei que a conversa ia parar por aí, porque o outro pirralhinho parecia estar distante, prestando atenção ao movimento da rua, mas a anteninha tava ligada e o figurinha nem se virou e soltou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kainá, quando você me der alguma coisa eu também vou dizer &lt;em&gt;obigado&lt;/em&gt;, viu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arre, acabou comigo!&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/2263551145736523182-9153337129678158913?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9153337129678158913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=9153337129678158913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9153337129678158913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9153337129678158913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/perolinha-5-in-direta.html' title='Perolinha 5 - In-Direta!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyqFYGTUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/U8vWycb0Mko/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5491364785420799867</id><published>2007-10-31T07:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>My Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyhL2WTUIGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FPONqbLuHjE/s1600-h/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127431572832919650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyhL2WTUIGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FPONqbLuHjE/s200/halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritabilidade emocional31/10 (hoje) às 16h09 a 29/11 às 17h55 Marte em quadratura com Lua natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O período que vai de 31/10 (hoje) às 16h09 e 29/11 às 17h55 envolve um choque do Marte celeste com a sua Lua de nascimento, Karina. Nesta fase, procure tomar um cuidado maior no que diz respeito a surtos de melindre emocional, pois há o risco de você sentir que as suas emoções estão mais afetadas do que o normal, com risco de ataques de impaciência e irritabilidade, sobretudo com as pessoas mais íntimas, como familiares, amigos mais próximos e amores &lt;strong&gt;(rá)&lt;/strong&gt;. Um dos pontos sensíveis deste momento, Karina, envolve as questões territoriais: você estará vivendo dias defensivos, e a impressão que os outros podem ter é a de que você está reagindo exageradamente a tudo, ou se portando como um cão que não quer largar o osso &lt;strong&gt;(rárá)&lt;/strong&gt;. De fato, quase ninguém gosta que os outros fiquem invadindo territórios, mexendo nas coisas pessoais, mas os ciclos de tensão entre Marte e Lua tendem a intensificar as reações emocionais de uma forma mais afetada do que o normal. Mas o grande objetivo da astrologia é exatamente o de tomar consciência destas tendências para poder amenizá-las. Agora que você sabe desta tendência a ter "ataques melindrosos", você irá se observar melhor, não é mesmo? É claro que existem momentos e circunstância em que simplesmente não dá para agüentar, as pessoas podem abusar de sua boa vontade... Mas que tal chamá-la para uma conversa razoável, à parte, ao invés de simplesmente explodir? A propósito, Karina, cuidado com uma certa suscetibilidade neste momento: será que as chateações e mágoas que você está sentindo nestes dias deveriam ser tão intensas? Não estará você exagerando? &lt;strong&gt;(rárárá)&lt;/strong&gt; Na verdade, o que ocorre é que neste período você tende a transmitir uma raiva maior do que na verdade está sentindo, por isso convém se observar. Nem sempre passamos o que queremos &lt;strong&gt;(tá bom, tá bom...)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoróscopo tá mandando eu segurar minha bruxa e eu vou tentar, mas não agarantio. Tá avisado. ;)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-5491364785420799867?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5491364785420799867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5491364785420799867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5491364785420799867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5491364785420799867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-halloween.html' title='My Halloween'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyhL2WTUIGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FPONqbLuHjE/s72-c/halloween2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4272111782347325175</id><published>2007-10-28T23:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:55:34.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Saúde - Zélia Duncan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MkrX0zkaHag' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MkrX0zkaHag'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Composição: Rita Lee/Roberto de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansei de lero-lero/ Dá licença/ Mas eu vou sair do sério/ Quero mais saúde/ Me cansei de escutar/ Opiniões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De como ter um mundo melhor/ Mas ninguém sai de cima/ Nesse chove-não-molha/ Eu sei que agora/ Eu vou é cuidar/ Mais de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai? Tudo bem!/ Apesar, contudo, todavia, mas, porém/&lt;br /&gt;As águas vão rolar/ Não vou chorar/ Se por acaso morrer/ Do coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sinal que amei demais/ Mas enquanto estou viva/ Cheia de graça/ Talvez ainda faça/ Um monte de gente feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai? Tudo bem!/ Apesar, contudo, todavia, mas, porém/ As águas vão rolar/ Não vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Não!/ Se por acaso morrer/ Do coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sinal que amei demais/ Mas enquanto estou viva/ Cheia de graça/ Talvez ainda faça/ Um monte de gente feliz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4272111782347325175?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4272111782347325175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4272111782347325175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4272111782347325175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4272111782347325175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/sade-zlia-duncan.html' title='Saúde - Zélia Duncan'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5299390013667107179</id><published>2007-10-26T22:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:11.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Crédito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyKM8GTUIEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AbcHxvE9lzU/s1600-h/documentos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125814290012708930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyKM8GTUIEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AbcHxvE9lzU/s200/documentos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PAPÉIS cópias AUTENTICAÇÕES documentos CERTIDÕES declarações NADA CONSTA registros COMPROVANTES de rendimento DE CASAMENTO de residência BUROCRACIA dúvidas DÍVIDAS escritura CARNÊS contas ÔNUS REAIS virtuais BÔNUS? juros TAXAS alíquotas TR parcela FIXA atualizável TABELA sacre PRICE sac FINANCIAMENTO crédito DÉBITO renda BRUTA líquida COMPROMETIDA soma MULTIPLICA divide SUBTRAI avalia AMORTIZA espera ESPERA espera...&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/2263551145736523182-5299390013667107179?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5299390013667107179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5299390013667107179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5299390013667107179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5299390013667107179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/buscando-crdito.html' title='Crédito?'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RyKM8GTUIEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AbcHxvE9lzU/s72-c/documentos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8241785278824632999</id><published>2007-10-23T21:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:52.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disseram Por Aí'/><title type='text'>Saibamos a diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx6C80leXGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PfkMakx6Elg/s1600-h/olhos%20bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124677407413787746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx6C80leXGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PfkMakx6Elg/s320/olhos%2520bebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar o outro com os nossos olhos: isso é paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o outro com os olhos do outro: isso é compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;(Jerzy Grotowski)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-8241785278824632999?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8241785278824632999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8241785278824632999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8241785278824632999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8241785278824632999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/saibamos-diferena.html' title='Saibamos a diferença'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx6C80leXGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PfkMakx6Elg/s72-c/olhos%2520bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-435605772210683022</id><published>2007-10-22T23:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:28:35.770-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inbox'/><title type='text'>Tirinha exemplar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx1LjkleXEI/AAAAAAAAALw/WbPN8fLyoGg/s1600-h/tirinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124335025505852482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx1LjkleXEI/AAAAAAAAALw/WbPN8fLyoGg/s400/tirinha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Conheço meia dúzia de 10 que precisam desse, héam, "toque". Rá. ;)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-435605772210683022?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/435605772210683022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=435605772210683022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/435605772210683022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/435605772210683022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/tirinha-exemplar-conheo-meia-dzia-de-10.html' title='Tirinha exemplar'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rx1LjkleXEI/AAAAAAAAALw/WbPN8fLyoGg/s72-c/tirinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-442404766992869194</id><published>2007-10-21T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:51.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 4 - O Malandrinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yguinho tinha 3 anos quando veio com essa. Ele sempre demorou pra comer e sempre foi um tanto preguiçoso. Enquanto o Iago queria mostrar que já era rapaz, que podia ajudar a carregar sacola de supermercado, ir na padaria com a gente, pegar um copo de água, o Ygor sempre dizia que estava "cansado". Não se sabe de quê, né minha gente? Um dia, na hora do almoço, a mãe do garoto já estava cansada de esperar a criaturinha mastigar a comida, engolir, fazer três perguntas, dizer "aaaah", pegar outra colherada, mastigar... até que esbravejou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ygor, você vai comer sozinho, eu não tenho tempo de ficar aqui dando comida pra você não. Além do mais você já tem idade pra comer só. O Iago come sozinho há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ah, mãe, tô &lt;em&gt;canXaaado&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Cansado de que, moleque? Não faz nada. Pode tratar de comer tudo sozinho. Tem braço pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mãe, meu &lt;em&gt;bacinho&lt;/em&gt; não foi feito &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt; isso não, meu &lt;em&gt;bacinho&lt;/em&gt; é &lt;em&gt;só&lt;/em&gt; pa &lt;em&gt;bincar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-442404766992869194?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/442404766992869194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=442404766992869194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/442404766992869194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/442404766992869194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/perolinha-4-o-malandrinho.html' title='Perolinha 4 - O Malandrinho'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6514300086318355515</id><published>2007-10-17T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:57:25.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passatempo'/><title type='text'>Onde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo em que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me via em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando olhava pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu estavas lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na minha ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No teu ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na minha indiferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na tua desconfiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No meu desapego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na tua implicância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No meu sossego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na tua inquietude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu amor, teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu desejo, teu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu querer, teu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu riso, teu riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;O tempo em que&lt;br /&gt;Eu me via em ti&lt;br /&gt;E quando olhava pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu estavas lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Karina Mafra)&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/2263551145736523182-6514300086318355515?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6514300086318355515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6514300086318355515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6514300086318355515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6514300086318355515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/onde-se-perdeu-o-tempo-em-que-eu-me-via.html' title='Onde?'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8544496947742044285</id><published>2007-10-14T23:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:58:15.117-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inbox'/><title type='text'>Acertando (só) os relógios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RxLIVUleXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/0mf5cXwPvEA/s1600-h/Horario+de+verao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121375994902371362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RxLIVUleXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/0mf5cXwPvEA/s400/Horario+de+verao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-8544496947742044285?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8544496947742044285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8544496947742044285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8544496947742044285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8544496947742044285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/acertando-s-os-relgios.html' title='Acertando (só) os relógios'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RxLIVUleXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/0mf5cXwPvEA/s72-c/Horario+de+verao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4916445309554557330</id><published>2007-10-04T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:15.520-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>The Verve - Lucky Man [UK Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZyO6zDFFXcQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZyO6zDFFXcQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-4916445309554557330?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4916445309554557330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=4916445309554557330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4916445309554557330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/4916445309554557330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/verve-lucky-man-uk-version.html' title='The Verve - Lucky Man [UK Version]'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7611513171049440279</id><published>2007-10-04T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:15.521-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>The Verve - Lucky Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiness/ More or less/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ Oh my, my/ Happiness/ Coming and going/ I watch you look at me/ Watch my fever growing/ And I know just where I am/ &lt;strong&gt;But how many corners do I have to turn?/ How many times do I have to learn?/ All the love I have is in my mind/ Well, I'm a lucky man/ With fire in my hands/ &lt;/strong&gt;Happiness/ Something in my own place/ I'm standing naked/ Smiling, and I feel no disgrace/ With who I am/ Happiness/ Coming and going/ I watch you look at me/ Watch my fever growing/ And I know just who I am/ &lt;strong&gt;But how many corners do I have to turn?/ How many times do I have to learn?/ All the love I have is in my mind/ I hope you understand/ I hope you understand/&lt;/strong&gt; Gotta love that'll never die/ Happiness/ More or less/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ Happiness/ Coming and going/ I watch you look at me/ Watch my fever growing/ And I know/ Oh my, my/ Oh my, my/ Oh my, my/ Oh my, my/ Gotta love that'll never die/ Gotta love that'll never die/ No, no/ I'm a lucky man/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ Oh my, my/ Oh my, my/ It's just a change in me/ Something in my liberty/ Oh my, my/ Oh my, my&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/2263551145736523182-7611513171049440279?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7611513171049440279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7611513171049440279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7611513171049440279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7611513171049440279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/verve-lucky-man_04.html' title='The Verve - Lucky Man'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-547668988906783863</id><published>2007-10-03T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:07.032-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Prejuízo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116955447057603602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RwMT3kleXBI/AAAAAAAAALY/Iq56dGiappo/s320/Juba+5+meses+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jubão, o lindo e fofo, perdeu o amor à vida. Depois de ter passado quatro dias na casa da minha mãe aprendeu a subir no sofá e na cama. Bem que me disseram que os pais educam e os avós estragam as crianças. Tadinha, bob mãe disse que ficou com medo de tirar o trequim do sofá dela, porque ele tá grandão. Pois é. Hoje o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cachorro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; subiu na minha cama e mordeu meu celular rosa, lindo e fofo também. Amanhã vou ver se tem conserto. Oremos.&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/2263551145736523182-547668988906783863?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/547668988906783863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=547668988906783863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/547668988906783863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/547668988906783863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/prejuzo.html' title='Prejuízo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RwMT3kleXBI/AAAAAAAAALY/Iq56dGiappo/s72-c/Juba+5+meses+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7958658586021862134</id><published>2007-10-01T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:07.032-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Tô na área!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RwGezkleXAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qLkYopnm8Z4/s1600-h/minimalapatch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116545260500966402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RwGezkleXAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qLkYopnm8Z4/s320/minimalapatch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheguei de viagem. O Rio continua lindo, mesmo com chuva. Aliás, pra mim a chuva foi ótima, afinal não sabia o que era isso há mais de quatro meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas no momento chove aqui em Brasília. Meu nariz, meus pulmões e minha pele agradecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Casamento lindo o do meu prirmão. Muitas, muitas, muitas felicidades pra ele e pra esposa linda e querida!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me acabei na festa. Faz tempo que não me divirto tanto. Foi tudibão minha gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atendendo ao pedido de Drica, essa belezura aí do lado é minhaaaa. Depois ponho foto das outras (afff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tô de férias. Aceito convite para cinema, lanchinhos e afins. Tô facim, facim. ;)&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/2263551145736523182-7958658586021862134?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7958658586021862134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7958658586021862134&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7958658586021862134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7958658586021862134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/t-na-rea.html' title='Tô na área!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RwGezkleXAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qLkYopnm8Z4/s72-c/minimalapatch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5723345374532316136</id><published>2007-09-24T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:07.033-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Humor Instável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra entrar de férias tenho que trabalhar em dobro. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entro de férias amanhã. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me venham com comentários infames do tipo "de novo?". Eu dividi meus 30 dias em 3 x 10. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou para o Rio! &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casamento do meu prirmão! &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cabelo, unha, depilação, maquiagem, vestido, sandália, bolsa... &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juntar a família. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viajar de avião. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cadê a chuva, hein? &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Correio diz que pode chover amanhã. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou muito cismada com uma coisa aí que não posso dizer. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que seja só cisma, para o bem geral da nação. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La Reina Madre em Brasília foi tudo de bom! Nada como algumas boas aquisições pra ajudar a equilibrar o humor. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-5723345374532316136?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5723345374532316136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5723345374532316136&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5723345374532316136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5723345374532316136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/humor-instvel.html' title='Humor Instável'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5413176056258285437</id><published>2007-09-17T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:07.033-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>La Reina Madre Em Brasília</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru72PaufJFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/eciXE3u68iQ/s1600-h/primalrm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111293371844863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru72PaufJFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/eciXE3u68iQ/s400/primalrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, já sabem onde me encontrar na sexta-feira. Estarei com a Rainha. Salve, salve!&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-5413176056258285437?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5413176056258285437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5413176056258285437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5413176056258285437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5413176056258285437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-reina-madre-em-braslia.html' title='La Reina Madre Em Brasília'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru72PaufJFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/eciXE3u68iQ/s72-c/primalrm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6523013281574704684</id><published>2007-09-16T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:55:51.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Piu Piu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru1R1qufJDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F9rc6osNdjg/s1600-h/Passaro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110831134579565618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru1R1qufJDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F9rc6osNdjg/s320/Passaro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei às 5 horas da manhã com os passarinhos. Adoro, mesmo que depois volte a dormir. É algo que me conforta, me tranqüiliza, sabe? Especialmente quando a noite é daquelas que parecem nunca acabar. Lembro que numa dessas noites péssimas, quando tinha 16 anos, estava no interior com minha mãe e minha cabeça girava entre pensamentos e inquietações sobre meu futuro, sobre a sorte daqueles que eu amo, sobre grandes mudanças que eram tão certas e iminentes e, entre um choro e outro, ouvi o galo cantar. Era tão bonito! Canto de galo me dá a sensação de lugar tranqüilo, cheio de paz. É como se o seu canto me dissesse, à época, "calma, Karina, a luz não tarda e então você vai ver que os problemas não são tão grandes e assustadores como a escuridão pintou". Ele estava certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto do site do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ibama2.ibama.gov.br/cnia2/edicoes/imagens.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IBAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2263551145736523182-6523013281574704684?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6523013281574704684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6523013281574704684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6523013281574704684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6523013281574704684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/piu-piu.html' title='Piu Piu'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru1R1qufJDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F9rc6osNdjg/s72-c/Passaro3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8692954103741242700</id><published>2007-09-16T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:12:43.399-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Estou ouvindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110823111580656658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru1KiqufJBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bhRBB1-SC40/s400/Paula+Toller+S%C3%B3N%C3%B3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Recomendo muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cai a tarde sobre os ombros/Da montanha onde me largo/O dia não foi/A noite o que será?/Meus cabelos pela grama/E eu sem nem querer saber/Por onde começo/E onde vou parar/&lt;strong&gt;Na imensidão da manhã/Meu amor se mudou prá lua/Eu quis te ter como sou/Mas nem por isso ser sua&lt;/strong&gt;/Vou adiante como posso/Liberdade é do que gosto/O dia nasceu/Azul a sua forma/Já não quero mais ser posse/Fosse simples como fôsse/Um dia partir/Sem ganchos nem correntes/&lt;strong&gt;Façamos um brinde/Façamos um brinde/À noite que já vai chegar/Façamos um brinde/Façamos um brinde/Ao vento que veio dançar&lt;/strong&gt; (Meu Amor Se Mudou Pra Lua)&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/2263551145736523182-8692954103741242700?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8692954103741242700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8692954103741242700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8692954103741242700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8692954103741242700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/estou-ouvindo.html' title='Estou ouvindo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Ru1KiqufJBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bhRBB1-SC40/s72-c/Paula+Toller+S%C3%B3N%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5728280460361319958</id><published>2007-09-16T00:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:12:47.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Pretty Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/z0mUCqUC5-o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/z0mUCqUC5-o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Música o Roxette "It Must Have Been Love". Eu não me canso de assistir e de ouvir... Enjoy it! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-5728280460361319958?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5728280460361319958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5728280460361319958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5728280460361319958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5728280460361319958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/pretty-woman.html' title='Pretty Woman'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-3622162189271105121</id><published>2007-09-15T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:26.387-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de muito pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyUXaufJAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R_FJGP3qE5g/s1600-h/DSC05851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110622807190873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyUXaufJAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R_FJGP3qE5g/s200/DSC05851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto da orquídea que a Mônica me deu quando veio conhecer minha casinha. Lindas! (A Mônica e a orquídea). Meninas, aproveito pra dizer que adorei nosso encontro. Que venham outros. E não precisa de convite, vocês já sabem o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110621106383823810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 46px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 36px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="41" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyS0aufI8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/55_S1u4BsdM/s200/primaveraflores.gif" width="52" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tá, eu sempre quis ficar um fim de semana inteiro em casa. Mas com maridon fazendo companhia, né. Esse negócio de viagem de trabalho que inclui o fim de semana é a lama. Jubão até que tenta animar a casa, mas também tá sentindo falta do papai dele. Ai, ai, ai, Nemi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110621355491926994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 48px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="38" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyTC6ufI9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qOmhsmE63Go/s200/primaveraflores.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra alimentar meu buraco afetivo fiz brownie. Ficou bommmmmm! E olha que é de caixinha (Dona Benta). Só acrescentar margarina, ovos, colocar no forno 30 minutos e esperar esfriar. Ficou crocante por fora e bem úmido por dentro. Trem bão. Ruim mesmo é a balança depois. Kaká, aprecie com moderação... moderação... moderação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110621694794343394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 49px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 36px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="40" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyTWqufI-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/1anDj8L0VQM/s200/primaveraflores.gif" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tô com preguiça de ler o último Harry Potter. Na verdade, tô com medo... Já fiquei muito triste no sexto livro, e me disseram que é uma mortandade o sétimo... eu fico triste só de imaginar. Daí parei no 3º capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110621853708133362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 48px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="40" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyTf6ufI_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IltcKPQ22PY/s200/primaveraflores.gif" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Copiei a idéia de dividir os assuntos (ou a falta deles, hé) com pequenas imagens do site da &lt;a href="http://www.ticcia.com/"&gt;Ticcia&lt;/a&gt;. Mó legal, né? Mas esse trem dá muito trabalho, rs.&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/2263551145736523182-3622162189271105121?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3622162189271105121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=3622162189271105121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3622162189271105121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/3622162189271105121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-pouco-de-muito-pouco.html' title='Um pouco de muito pouco'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RuyUXaufJAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R_FJGP3qE5g/s72-c/DSC05851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1614435359759607179</id><published>2007-09-12T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:12:57.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disseram Por Aí'/><title type='text'>A Morte Do Senado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que nesta quarta-feira, quando o plenário do Senado votar pela cassação ou não do senador Renan Calheiros, vai haver uma morte. A morte política do próprio Renan, ou a morte política do Senado."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://clipping.planejamento.gov.br/Noticias.asp?NOTCod=381331"&gt;Fernando Gabeira (PV-RJ)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-1614435359759607179?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1614435359759607179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1614435359759607179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1614435359759607179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1614435359759607179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/morte-do-senado.html' title='A Morte Do Senado'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2865104511497592604</id><published>2007-09-05T10:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:05.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>No Rain - Blind Melon (Live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/judvPqMY8I0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/judvPqMY8I0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enquanto a gente espera a chuva chegar para poder ver as poças aumentarem nas ruas... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-2865104511497592604?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2865104511497592604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=2865104511497592604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2865104511497592604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2865104511497592604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-rain-blind-melon-live.html' title='No Rain - Blind Melon (Live)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-491505359751762035</id><published>2007-09-05T09:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:05.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rt6qO8ZN5XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RA1-mNiXtFQ/s1600-h/CÃ©u+Bsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106706201191507314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rt6qO8ZN5XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RA1-mNiXtFQ/s320/C%C3%A9u+Bsb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain/ I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;like watchin' the puddles gather rain/ And all I can do is just pour some tea for two/ and speak my point of view/ But it's not sane/ It's not sane/ I just want some one to say to me/ I'll always be there when you wake/ Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today/ So stay with me and I'll have it made/ And I don't understand why I sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;all day/ And I start to complain that there's no rain/ And all I can do is read a book to stay awake/ And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape/ escape......escape......escape....../ All I can say is that my life is pretty plain/ ya don't like my point of view ya think I'm insane/ Its not sane......it's not sane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Céu de Brasília. E o solo ansiando por chuva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-491505359751762035?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/491505359751762035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=491505359751762035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/491505359751762035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/491505359751762035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-i-can-say-is-that-my-life-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rt6qO8ZN5XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RA1-mNiXtFQ/s72-c/C%C3%A9u+Bsb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-5191965208475114077</id><published>2007-09-02T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:26.501-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Modesta Proposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RttuZMZN5TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DWhe65Dypg8/s1600-h/modesta+proposta+0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105795981657367858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RttuZMZN5TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DWhe65Dypg8/s320/modesta+proposta+0.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E agosto acabou... Já foi tarde!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa, que canseira. Uma viagem de três dias no início da semana passada foi capaz de atrapalhar a semana e, talvez, o mês. Não. Exagero meu. Tá bom, então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas vamos lá. Estou há algum tempo querendo falar sobre um livrinho bacaníssimo que li no mês passado, antes da minha loucura "harrypotterana" começar a se manifestar (aliás, Drica, Paulete e Mônkiners, estou no 6º livro e assisti 4 filmes. Quase já posso conversar com vocês de igual pra igual, tsc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltando ao livrinho: chama-se "Modesta Proposta e outros textos satíricos" do britânico &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Swift"&gt;Jonathan Swift&lt;/a&gt;, sim, aquele de "As Viagens de Gulliver". Foi publicado em 1729, mas poderia ter sido hoje. Como solução para o excesso de pessoas a sofrer por causa da fome, o autor propõe (e por &lt;em&gt;parível que incresça&lt;/em&gt; teve gente que achou que o &lt;em&gt;homi&lt;/em&gt; falava sério) que os bebezinhos sejam servidos como iguaria para famílias ricas. Sim, isso mesmo, vamos comer criancinhas. Assim que completarem um ano, porque até aí podem viver de leite materno e "pouco alimento extra". É um baby beef, digamos assim. Após essa idade, em vez de se tornarem um fardo para seus pais ou seu país, servirão para alimentar milhares de pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No prefácio, que R. Moraes astutamente chama de "à guisa de antepasto", afirma-se: "Hoje, comemos uma criança asiática, trabalhadora semi-escrava, quando fazemos algo tão prosaico como adquirir um tênis de marca. Comemos, ainda, em outros banquetes, crianças africanas, prato típico de um continente classificado como "descartável" em tantos relatórios de entidades multilaterais e analistas de mercado. Servem-nos, ainda uma vez, bandejas latino-americanas e asiáticas, cobertas de trabalho infantil, de febre, de fome e diarréia, de descaso e de pouco caso. Há várias maneiras de comer crianças e há várias maneiras de fingir que não o fazemos - ou de temperar o prato para que se disfarce o gosto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;O livro, com toda sua excentricidade e ironia, nos faz pensar ao mesmo tempo que nos diverte com a escrita precisa, a crítica mordaz de Swift e ainda traz outros três textos tão interessantes quanto o primeiro, sendo "Os Manuscritos Bickerstaff" os mais engraçados, por serem uma paródia a um almanaque publicado por um astrólogo chamado John Partridge, em que "Isaac Bickerstaff" faz várias predições para o ano de 1708, incluindo a morte do próprio Partridge. Quando chegou a data em que afirmara ocorrer a morte do astrólogo, Bickerstaff publica um relato comunicando que sua previsão se tornara real, obrigando o pobre coitado a provar que estava vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;("Modesta Proposta e outros textos satíricos", Jonathan Swift, Editora UNESP, Coleção Pequenos Frascos, 2002)&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/2263551145736523182-5191965208475114077?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5191965208475114077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=5191965208475114077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5191965208475114077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/5191965208475114077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/modesta-proposta.html' title='Modesta Proposta'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RttuZMZN5TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DWhe65Dypg8/s72-c/modesta+proposta+0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6849655957133734224</id><published>2007-08-29T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:12.123-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Other Side Of The World - KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FTiLET_dAro' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FTiLET_dAro'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-6849655957133734224?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6849655957133734224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6849655957133734224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6849655957133734224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6849655957133734224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/other-side-of-world-kt-tunstall_29.html' title='Other Side Of The World - KT Tunstall'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7169299775499075540</id><published>2007-08-29T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:14:58.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtcHK8ZN5RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yzTqwdpEREI/s1600-h/1000imagens+-+Carlos+Manuel+Pereira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104556587239728402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtcHK8ZN5RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yzTqwdpEREI/s320/1000imagens+-+Carlos+Manuel+Pereira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the sea and far away/ She's waiting like an iceberg/ Waiting to change/ But she's cold inside/ She wants to be like the water/ All the muscles tighten in her face/ Buries her soul in one embrace/ They're one and the same/ Just like water/ Then the fire fades away/ But most of everyday/ Is full of tired excuses/ But it's too hard to say/ I wish it were simple/ But we give up easily/ You're close enough to see that/ You're the other side of the world to me/ On comes the panic light/ Holding on with fingers and feelings alike/ But the time has come/ To move along/ And the fire fades away/ Most of everyday/ Is full of tired excuses/ But it's too hard to say/ I wish it were simple/ But we give up easily/ You're close enough to see that/ You're the other side of the world/Can you help me?/ Can you let me go?/ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can you still love me/ When you can't see me anymore?/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then the fire fades away/ Most of everyday/ Is full of tired excuses/ But it's too hard to say/ I wish it were simple/ But we give up easily/ You're close enough to see that/ You're the other side of the world/ ... to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes a gente precisa de respostas.&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-7169299775499075540?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7169299775499075540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7169299775499075540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7169299775499075540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7169299775499075540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/other-side-of-world-kt-tunstall.html' title=''/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtcHK8ZN5RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yzTqwdpEREI/s72-c/1000imagens+-+Carlos+Manuel+Pereira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7969286361253728257</id><published>2007-08-26T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:06:08.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns Pra Você'/><title type='text'>My Sweet VERA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtG79sZN5MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bpHxKWqNWu8/s1600-h/Serviette_Happy_Birthday_Blumen_Flowerpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103066521350825154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtG79sZN5MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bpHxKWqNWu8/s320/Serviette_Happy_Birthday_Blumen_Flowerpower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tia Vera é uma mulher de fibra. Força, beleza, carisma, sorriso aberto, inteligência são características que vêm à cabeça quando penso nela. Ensina, alegra, melhora o dia de quem está ao seu lado. É impressionante como tudo fica mais ensolarado, mais colorido, mais sinfônico, mais suave, mais doce, mais perfumado, quando estamos com ela. É um presente para os cinco sentidos. É como se eles entrassem em sintonia em sua mais agradável forma, nos dando a sensação única de que há pessoas que vieram ao mundo com a tarefa de tornar a vida de quem a conhece mais recompensadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"TIMA" me adotou e eu a adotei como segunda mãe. Mesmo distante, mantém-se presente na minha vida, seja me dando conselhos, seja apenas me ouvindo. Enriqueceu meu olhar sobre as coisas. Mostrou a importância de me conhecer antes de tentar me entender. Incentiva-me como ninguém a me amar, a me valorizar e a me cuidar por dentro e por fora. Um gesto que não me sai da cabeça: beija os próprios braços, dizendo: "eu me amo, eu me amo, eu me amo". É mãe, filha, irmã, tia, amiga, profissional. Não sei se todas as famílias têm o prazer de ter uma tia Vera, mas com certeza a minha é mais completa porque ela existe. E, reparem, essa opinião é unânime. Não há na família quem não a ame. Taí um exemplo de que nem toda a unanimidade é burra. Parabéns TIMAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clique no seu presente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95LFNe3Uw-w"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103068686014342370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtG97sZN5OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uxpgwYyY3dQ/s200/presente.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2263551145736523182-7969286361253728257?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7969286361253728257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7969286361253728257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7969286361253728257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7969286361253728257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-sweet-vera.html' title='My Sweet VERA!'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RtG79sZN5MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bpHxKWqNWu8/s72-c/Serviette_Happy_Birthday_Blumen_Flowerpower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8481797035028623797</id><published>2007-08-23T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:51.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 3 - O Cupido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E por falar no perolinha, não podia deixar de contar a nova:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Menino Ygor encontra o zelador do prédio todas as manhãs varrendo as escadas, cuidando do jardim na frente do prédio, enfim, executando suas tarefas diárias para a manutenção da limpeza das áreas comuns. Lógico que isso não ia passar despercebido pelo moleque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esses dias, quando saía para aguardar a condução para a escola, junto com a mãe, encontrou o moço zelador e soltou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ei, porque você não &lt;em&gt;namola&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;com&lt;/em&gt; a minha mãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Que é isso, menino? Onde já se viu? Ai, essa criançada de hoje... (A mãe não sabia onde enfiar a cara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O moço fez que não entendeu nada, deu um sorriso amarelo e continuou com seus afazeres. Deve ter pensado que era a melhor forma de não deixar a dona muito mais envergonhada do que já estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apressando os passos, a mãe aproveitou para explicar pro garoto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Meu filho, isso não se faz! Você não pode ficar falando essas coisas por aí não. Fica parecendo que a sua mãe tá querendo namorar o moço e... afinal de contas, de onde você tirou essa idéia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ah, mãe, você viu? Ele sabe fazer TUDO, mãe! Varre, limpa, passa pano no chão! Você não vai &lt;em&gt;pecisar&lt;/em&gt; fazer mais isso lá em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-8481797035028623797?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8481797035028623797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8481797035028623797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8481797035028623797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8481797035028623797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelinha-3-o-cupido.html' title='Perolinha 3 - O Cupido'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1014940420720496460</id><published>2007-08-23T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:46.343-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Pintando o SACI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rs4i1MZN5JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOmTfAIl58A/s1600-h/Ygor+e+Saci+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053725112755346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rs4i1MZN5JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOmTfAIl58A/s200/Ygor+e+Saci+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem o perolinha Ygor veio aqui trazendo o seu dever de casa. Tinha que pintar o saci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rs4jBcZN5KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pnili8kVRUQ/s1600-h/Ygor+e+Saci+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053935566152866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rs4jBcZN5KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pnili8kVRUQ/s200/Ygor+e+Saci+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é que o rapazinho pinta direitinho! A "tia" aqui prometeu que ia colocar a foto do desenho dele no blog, &lt;strong&gt;"pa todo o mundo ver"&lt;/strong&gt;... Pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-1014940420720496460?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1014940420720496460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1014940420720496460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1014940420720496460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1014940420720496460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/pintando-o-saci.html' title='Pintando o SACI'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rs4i1MZN5JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOmTfAIl58A/s72-c/Ygor+e+Saci+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1660685876106559216</id><published>2007-08-19T11:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:05:54.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Lake House - Dance Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oCBIelKLOMU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oCBIelKLOMU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"this is the way it should be for lovers&lt;br /&gt;they shouldn't go it alone&lt;br /&gt;it's not so good when you're on your own..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney - This Never Happened Before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-1660685876106559216?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1660685876106559216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1660685876106559216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1660685876106559216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1660685876106559216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/lake-house-dance-scene.html' title='Lake House - Dance Scene'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-8871524885777526014</id><published>2007-08-17T20:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:41:51.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 2 - O Super Poder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diante do pufe de couro que tinha um pequeno corte pelo qual saíam as bolinhas de isopor do enchimento, a mãe pergunta pros dois pirralhinhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Quem foi que cortou o pufe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais velho logo respondeu que não tinha sido ele. Ao perceber o olhar acusador da mãe, recuou e disse - &lt;em&gt;ACHO&lt;/em&gt; que não fui eu, talvez tenha sido o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais novo ficou caladinho, quietinho porque percebeu que a batata tava quente pro irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe, conhecendo as figurinhas, ameaçou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pode deixar. Domingo eu vou pra missa e Papai do Céu vai dizer pra mim quem cortou o pufe. Vocês já perceberam que tem uma hora que o padre fala um tempão? Pois é, nessa hora ele vai apontar pra um dos dois... (nota: tá, a mãe sabe que isso não é muito pedagógico, mas as mães são sábias, meu bem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eis que o menor sai da sua confortável tranquilidade e com uma carinha assustada diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- É... mãe, e se eu disser que foi eu... mas, assim, não foi &lt;em&gt;EU&lt;/em&gt;, foi a &lt;em&gt;tesoula&lt;/em&gt; que eu comi e aí ela saiu aqui pela minha mão junto com a teia de &lt;em&gt;alanha&lt;/em&gt; do homem-&lt;em&gt;alanha&lt;/em&gt; e foi &lt;em&gt;dileto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;po&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pufi&lt;/em&gt; e aí, aí cortou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diante dessa explicação, a mãe desistiu de punir o pequeno, porque, afinal, não foi culpa dele. Culpa do seu "superpoder" recém descoberto e ainda não controlado. Natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-8871524885777526014?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8871524885777526014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=8871524885777526014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8871524885777526014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/8871524885777526014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/perolinha-2-o-super-poder.html' title='Perolinha 2 - O Super Poder'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-6732469613308137895</id><published>2007-08-10T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:05:54.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Get Far - Shining Star (The Island)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UqHEzDWNNnk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UqHEzDWNNnk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A música que salva a festa!!!! (Junto com a do Snow Patrol ali embaixo) Solta tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are better than wine. There's nothing I want more than you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-6732469613308137895?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6732469613308137895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=6732469613308137895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6732469613308137895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/6732469613308137895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-far-shining-star-island.html' title='Get Far - Shining Star (The Island)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1969589568113160251</id><published>2007-08-10T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:36.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Cura tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rryl-daZtJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q1J_DFjAhTY/s1600-h/cura+tudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097131370742396050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rryl-daZtJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q1J_DFjAhTY/s400/cura+tudo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que médico, que nada! O telefone taí em cima... Só não me perguntem o DDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2263551145736523182-1969589568113160251?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1969589568113160251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1969589568113160251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1969589568113160251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1969589568113160251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/cura-tudo.html' title='Cura tudo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rryl-daZtJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q1J_DFjAhTY/s72-c/cura+tudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-427556992723907783</id><published>2007-08-08T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:56:46.344-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Crê nisso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrotU9aZtII/AAAAAAAAAGg/2OKrGi_Zy-M/s1600-h/conta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096435766429070466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrotU9aZtII/AAAAAAAAAGg/2OKrGi_Zy-M/s200/conta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui lanchar com minha mãe no Conjunto Nacional. A conta deu R$ 10,10. Eu estava com pressa, só tinha uma nota de 20,00 e, para facilitar o troco, dei uma moedinha de 10 centavos e fiquei com a mão estendida esperando minha nota de 10 reais. Mas a mocinha do caixa resolveu fazer conta. Primeiro ficou ohando pros dedos, mexia um, depois outro, olhou a outra mão... e eu ficando impaciente. Não satisfeita, pegou um papelzinho que estava dando mole por ali e anotou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;20,10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10,10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora me diz, eu mereço?&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/2263551145736523182-427556992723907783?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/427556992723907783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=427556992723907783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/427556992723907783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/427556992723907783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/cr-nisso.html' title='Crê nisso?'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrotU9aZtII/AAAAAAAAAGg/2OKrGi_Zy-M/s72-c/conta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-840209333251506505</id><published>2007-08-05T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:54.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Sobre despedidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RraHzNaZtFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XbJ8FTwStsM/s1600-h/goodbye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409342259770450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RraHzNaZtFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XbJ8FTwStsM/s320/goodbye1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fim de semana cansativo, mas rico em histórias pra contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sempre reluto e associo a despedida a algo ruim e doloroso. Mas é tão necessário se despedir quanto se encontrar. Ao dizer adeus, retiramos alguma coisa ou pessoa do nosso convívio e talvez por isso nossa mente armazene essa sensação como uma perda, algo a se evitar, pois em geral temos como regra que quanto mais se acumula, mais feliz e realizado se é. É claro que quando há uma pausa para avaliação, percebemos o quanto se exercita o "dizer adeus" e o "dizer olá" durante um dia, um fim de semana, uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dizer adeus pode ser algo muito gratificante, quando se trata de abandonar um velho e péssimo hábito. Pode ser muito reconfortante quando se trata de colocar para fora da tua vida uma pessoa que só te fez mal. Pode ser motivo de orgulho quando dizemos tchau para aquele pedaço de torta maravilhoso na vitrine da doceria, e aniquilamos a tentação pelo menos naquele instante. Como é recompensador dizer adeus à preguiça e passar uma tarde no parque brincando com o filho, com o cachorro ou contemplando o pôr-do-sol que passa despercebido na maioria das vezes em que retornamos para casa após um dia de trabalho e nossa maior preocupação é com o trânsito ali na frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dizer adeus a um antigo projeto pode ser muito bom, porque nos mostra que ser flexível é essencial, e que nem sempre as resoluções tomadas em um momento da vida serão as melhores durante todo o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É sempre doloroso dizer adeus a um amigo, namorado, aos entes queridos, aos bichinhos de estimação, à casa que o abrigou durante a infância, adolescência e início da vida adulta. Mas é animador dizer "oi" para uma nova casa, um novo emprego, ao novo companheiro de vida, aos novos vizinhos, porque dá nova dinâmica à vida, cria desafios e nos mostra que não precisamos abandonar tudo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É possível sim dizer tchau, até logo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-840209333251506505?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/840209333251506505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=840209333251506505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/840209333251506505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/840209333251506505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/sobre-despedidas.html' title='Sobre despedidas'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RraHzNaZtFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XbJ8FTwStsM/s72-c/goodbye1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7069121985236632243</id><published>2007-08-01T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:57:21.139-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>"Miaus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrEsU9aZtEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AhD51Bq4aXQ/s1600-h/miau+amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093901392127046722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrEsU9aZtEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AhD51Bq4aXQ/s320/miau+amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olha só o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://falkbrito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primusko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tá fazendo. É um cartão mais lindo que o outro!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrEr8NaZtDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MFdG6dCNgPE/s1600-h/miau.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093900966925284402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrEr8NaZtDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MFdG6dCNgPE/s320/miau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra quem ama gatinhos, como eu... é de babar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrErxdaZtCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iOp-imbuwm0/s1600-h/miau+felicidades.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093900782241690658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrErxdaZtCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iOp-imbuwm0/s320/miau+felicidades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falkito, você é um artista!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-7069121985236632243?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7069121985236632243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=7069121985236632243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7069121985236632243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/7069121985236632243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/miaus.html' title='&quot;Miaus&quot;'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RrEsU9aZtEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AhD51Bq4aXQ/s72-c/miau+amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-124048057415758393</id><published>2007-07-26T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:13:54.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Amenidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rqi6TNaZtBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jzIteKMY0EI/s1600-h/bolsa5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091524217923023890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rqi6TNaZtBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jzIteKMY0EI/s320/bolsa5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manhã de ócio completo em frente à TV, salva pela chegada dessa lindeza aí do lado! Minha mais nova &lt;a href="http://www.lareinamadre.com.br/"&gt;La Reina&lt;/a&gt; é tuuudo de bom! Maridón quer me interditar. Alguém faz o favor de dizer pra ele que bolsa é item de primeira necessidade, porque estou ficando sem argumentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltando ao ócio matinal, o que é a Íris (BBB 7) fazendo propaganda da "superhiperultra" câmera digital Tek Pix? O melhor de tudo é o apresentador falar que é um "exagero de tecnologia", afffff... que exagero de mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E os comerciais que ensinam crianças a quebrar vaso da mãe pra ela chacoalhar o suco em caixinha? E o Bernardinho atirando coisas do alto de um prédio pro Giba pegar como forma de mostrar amortecimento de tênis? Fico até com medo de passar embaixo de prédio com crianças que aprendem tudo o que babá eletrônica ensina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem encontrei esse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;teste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; no blog de alguém que não sei agora, porque foi uma maratona de visitas. Mas é bem legal, só que precisei de ajuda do google pra resolver.&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/2263551145736523182-124048057415758393?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/124048057415758393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=124048057415758393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/124048057415758393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/124048057415758393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/amenidades.html' title='Amenidades'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/Rqi6TNaZtBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jzIteKMY0EI/s72-c/bolsa5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2175354515134708730</id><published>2007-07-24T11:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:05:54.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/InzRp3Vbik0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/InzRp3Vbik0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2263551145736523182-2175354515134708730?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2175354515134708730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=2175354515134708730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2175354515134708730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/2175354515134708730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/snow-patrol-open-your-eyes.html' title='Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-1629532544585261200</id><published>2007-07-23T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:42:34.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perolinha'/><title type='text'>Perolinha 1 - Primeiro Amor (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do bacurizinho de 4 anos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já faz um tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estávamos no carro, quando a criaturinha mais conhecida como o "burrinho falante do shrek" cantava, falava e assobiava ao mesmo tempo. Eu e Ademir não aguentávamos mais tanta falação, daí ele falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ygor, você quer ser amordaçado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A figurinha respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Não, "Nemi", eu quelo ser amor-da-Landêssa! (Andrêssa, a vizinha dele, por quem é apaixonado desde anteontem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem precisa dizer que quase fiz xixi nas calças de tanto rir.&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/2263551145736523182-1629532544585261200?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1629532544585261200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=1629532544585261200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1629532544585261200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/1629532544585261200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/perolinhas.html' title='Perolinha 1 - Primeiro Amor (?)'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-9127695033975636247</id><published>2007-07-21T11:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:12:55.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu não entendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;# Por que minha mãe tem celular? Ela nunca está com ele. Ou então ele está baixo ou desligado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;# O que leva uma criatura a chegar em casa morrendo de sono, deitar no sofá, ligar a TV e roncar com o controle remoto na mão? Por que não vai direto pra cama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;# Quem inventou o péssimo hábito de dizer que está pronto, está chegando, quando a pessoa ainda nem se arrumou pra sair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;# Por que os cachorros preferem de brincar com meia velha, suja e usada quando têm um monte de brinquedinhos interessantes a sua volta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;# Por que a gente implica com as pessoas erradas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia de grandes reflexões! Nada como estar de férias em Brasília...&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/2263551145736523182-9127695033975636247?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9127695033975636247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2263551145736523182&amp;postID=9127695033975636247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9127695033975636247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2263551145736523182/posts/default/9127695033975636247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/coisas-que-eu-no-entendo.html' title='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-4924861915558908598</id><published>2007-07-20T14:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:41:02.912-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Vou te levar comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZ-nX_PWzeM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As curvas no caminho, meus olhos tão distantes,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te mostrar os lugares que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Como o céu pode mudar de cor quando encontra o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho no horizonte, uma estrela na manhã&lt;br /&gt;De repente a vida pode ser uma viagem&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo todo vai caber nesta canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te pegar na sua casa, deixa tudo arrumado&lt;br /&gt;Vou te levar comigo pra longe&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa nos espera, me espera na janela&lt;br /&gt;Vou te levar comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te contar as histórias que ouvi&lt;br /&gt;E nas diferenças vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor vai sempre ser amor em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te pegar na sua casa, deixa tudo arrumado&lt;br /&gt;Vou te levar comigo pra longe&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa nos espera, me espera na janela&lt;br /&gt;Vou te levar comigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biquini Cavadão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/vou-te-levar-comigo.html' title='Vou te levar comigo'/><author><name>Karina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728317119145046029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-2121539538836903551</id><published>2007-07-19T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:16:24.505-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Dedo De Prosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vi Li Ouvi'/><title type='text'>Após O Choque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/foto.asp?idautor=792&amp;idfoto=60&amp;amp;amp;t=&amp;g=&amp;amp;p=2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089110120028378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RqAmsN8jFEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N5h6ruTSkHk/s320/estrada+Alemanha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foto de Paulo Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diante dos &lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/SaoPaulo/0,,MUL72028-5605,00.html"&gt;últimos acontecimentos&lt;/a&gt; só consigo dizer que a única urgência da vida é viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor - Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos brincar, amor? vamos jogar peteca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos atrapalhar os outros, amor, vamos sair correndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos subir no elevador, vamos sofrer calmamente e sem precipitação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos sofrer, amor? males da lama, perigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dores de má fama íntimas como as chagas de Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos, amor? vamos tomar porre de absinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos tomar porre de coisa bem esquisita, vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fingir que hoje é domingo, vamos ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O afogado na praia, vamos correr atrás do batalhão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos, amor, tomar thé na Cavé com madame de Sevignée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos roubar laranja, falar nome, vamos inventar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos criar beijo novo, carinho novo, vamos visitar a N.S. do Parto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos, amor? vamos nos persuadir imensamente nos acontecimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos fazer neném dormir, botar ele no urinol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos, amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque excessivamente grave é a Vida.&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/2263551145736523182-2121539538836903551?l=kmafrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmafrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2121539538836903551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263551145736523182.post-7276389756922361823</id><published>2007-07-16T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:16:10.029-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Até Ele?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RpwXsd8jFDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/28kp5Ah7bkc/s1600-h/Bracos+cruzados.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087967731742086194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJkyLDtM95w/RpwXsd8jFDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/28kp5Ah7bkc/s400/Bracos+cruzados.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Seguindo a tradição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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