<?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-6231682534871899170</id><updated>2012-01-13T14:09:33.780-02:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='make'/><category term='esfoliante'/><category term='cuidados'/><category term='jason mraz'/><category term='timeline'/><category term='mimos'/><category term='desastre'/><category term='comida'/><category term='moda'/><category term='cebola'/><category term='necessaire'/><category term='música'/><category term='blog'/><category term='capa'/><category term='marron'/><title type='text'>Outros Horizontes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-7912335875713100075</id><published>2012-01-13T14:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:09:33.785-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necessaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuidados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esfoliante'/><title type='text'>Na necessaire: Esfoliantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Há um tempinho que queria falar sobre meus produtos que salvam meus dias ruins.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Dentre eles, eu destaco dois de primeira necessidade: os esfoliantes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um para o rosto: Esfoliante suave anti - cravos Clean&amp;amp;Clear.&lt;/div&gt;
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A gente sente a diferença na primeira vez que usa! A pele fica mais macia, uma maravilha sem contar que previne os benditos cravos. O uso precisa ser diário, senão o milagre não acontece &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(experiência própria)&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;
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Descanso para os pés: Esfoliante de pedra-pomes Granado&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse não pode faltar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O problema das bailarinas é com toda certeza os pés. &amp;nbsp;A gente judia dos coitados o tempo todo e eles merecem um mimo especial. Ele é pequeno mas rende, viu!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Além de tudo eu sou apaixonada pela embalagem &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(aí eu lembro da minha mãe dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;tem certeza que você não quer ser designer, filha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt; haha&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse custou R$9,49&lt;/div&gt;
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O preço do esfoliante para o rosto eu fiz o favor de tirar o preço e não lembro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recomendo para todas e todos!&lt;/div&gt;
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Pra você sair phyna por aí!&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não sei porque, só sei que hoje eu dei uma olhadinha no&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leblogdebetty.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le blog de Bety&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(que como ela discreve é um &lt;i&gt;"route en photos"&lt;/i&gt; em português , &lt;i&gt;"diário fotográfico" &lt;/i&gt;cheio de estilo)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;e vi uma coisa que me deixou muito feliz:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;TEM VERSÃO EM PORTUGUÊS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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O que muda a vida de muita gente, que assim como eu ficava só olhando as fotos porque tinha preguiça e não entendia tudo o que estava escrito&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (meu inglês não é lá essas coisas e meu francês então - se não fosse ETEAB eu só saberia traduzir &lt;i&gt;"bonjour"&lt;/i&gt;...) &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Volto a dizer que não sei porque &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(acredito que seja devido ao sucesso que o blog faz pelas terras tropicais)&lt;/span&gt; , mas que é bom, isso é!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;Estava bisbilhotando o facebook de uma amiga minha e vi que ela havia postado o novo trabalho do &lt;strike&gt;meu&lt;/strike&gt; Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;O nome do single é &lt;i&gt;"I won't give up"&lt;/i&gt; e fará parte do próximo álbum do cantor, ainda sem título e eu ainda não sei a data de lançamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lucky - com Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a que eu acho mais divertida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Já faz muito tempo que eu venho admirando Meryl Streep. Não só como a grande atriz que é, mas também pela sua&amp;nbsp;elegância.&lt;br /&gt;
Então nada melhor do que&amp;nbsp;estrear&amp;nbsp;o "quero só um pouquinho" com ela!&lt;br /&gt;
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Seu trabalho mais recente é no longa "A dama de ferro (The iron lady)" que conta a história da ex Primeira Ministra da Inglaterra Nargaret Thatcher.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ano passado, Meryl com seus 62 anos foi capa da Vogue:&lt;/div&gt;
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E se eu conseguir um pouquinho da elegância dessa mulher, já fico bem satisfeita =D&lt;/div&gt;
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Né não, Miranda?&lt;/div&gt;
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Confesso que relutei muito pra adicionar a timeline ao meu facebook &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(até porque não sabia como ter uma)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;
Mas como a minha organização digital falou mais alto &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(coisas de editora)&lt;/span&gt; acabei me rendendo!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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E hoje eu dei uma olhadinha no&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.farmrio.com.br/adoro/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adoro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e vi um post sobre as capas nada convencionais que estão rolando por aí.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Resolvi caprichar na minha!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Fazia um bom tempo que eu não usava nada marrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(ou derivados)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Aí resolvi&amp;nbsp;ressuscitá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Desculpas pelas fotos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(são do celular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;E da produção toda, o que eu mais gostei foi do batom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(usei tanta coisa pra gostar de uma só)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Confesso que achei muito legal, mas eu não tenho coragem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;gosto do machucado do jeito que ele é.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Infelizmente eu não doei sanguem, não arrumei um namorado&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; #EnclhadaModeOn&lt;/span&gt;, não ganhei na loteria, não ganhei Iphone ou Ipad ou Macbook, &amp;nbsp;nem fui visitar ninguém. Meu dia feliz tem outros motivos...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ontem eu fui pesquisar coisas para o meu aniversário&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ( sim eu saí naquele calor maravilha para andar sem rumo)&lt;/span&gt; , e depois das pesquisas feitas eu resolvi entrar nessas lojas de departamento&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (que eu amo)&lt;/span&gt; pra ver o que tinha de bom. e então...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Como sou muito inteligente, excluí a foto tanto do meu computador quanto do meu celular, ou seja, terão que acreditar na minha palavra! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Resumindo: experimentei um shorts tamanho M que ficou largo em mim. Minha felicidade não cabia naquela loja (eu sei que vei marcado errado, mas fiquei feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Outra parte bom &amp;nbsp;é que fui experimentar também Maxi saias, e ao contrário do que eu pensava, adoreeeeei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A aula de corporiedade hoje foi maravilhosa!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
O tema foi "o corpo e o barro", dentre todo o decorrer da aula, uma parte ficou bem marcada: fechamos nossos olhos e fizemos um corpo com argila (sem ver nada). Não vou entrar muito em detalhes, mas que quero muito compartilhar o texto que eu fiz durante essa parte:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nada de começar por partes. Porque ter partes separadas? Assim como eu não via nada, também quis fazer algo que mesmo com os olhos fechados, não me deixasse ver, identificar com exatidão o que era.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que os olhos estão perto? E as pernas? Nada disso teve importância, naquele momento a única ordem era: UNIDADE! Na hora lembrei de uma escultura que há muito tempo eu desenhei, e que pra mim era a coisa mais linda que eu já havia feito. E então... "vou colocar em prática aquilo que desenhei." Só que argila não é papel, lápis, ou imaginação. Passei a perceber que os braços lindos do desenho poderiam tomar outra&amp;nbsp; forma, e assim foi! Sem deixar a unidade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois de tudo feito, abri meus olhos e... Se pudesse existir uma palavra que substiruisse a ausência da mesma, seria a melhor opção! Acho melhor ficar com a imaginação mesmo!! Ou não? Será que tudo o que eu imagino deve de fato ser como é na imagnação, ou a realidade ajuda a perceber que não é bem assim?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mistura seria ideal. A imagem está lá, cabe a cada um tomar para si, um significado. E foi assim que cada um que participou da minha aula viu o corpo que eu fiz..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Carmba!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
O meu último post foi há 4 meses, em meio ao protesto pelo dia dos namorados &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(acabei de reparar que em todos os dias doas namorados eu estou solteira - não, isso não é uma dica e nem coisa do gênero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maaaas voltando ao que ainda nem iniciou...&lt;br /&gt;
4 meses sem idéias, sem inspirações. Estou passando por aquela fase em que tudo o que é produtivo passa do outro lado da rua, olha pra você e te ignora.&lt;br /&gt;
Nesse perído muita coisa aconteceu: Entrei na UFRJ, comecei o estágio, saí do estágio, desloquei a patela...&lt;br /&gt;
E por falar em patela deslocada... Esses 5 dias de repouso &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(que só pra deixar bem claro: &lt;b&gt;ESTOU DETESTANDO&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;serviram pra eu dar uma arrumada nas coisas &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(quando eu digo coisas, eu digo tudo - poderia ter dito "tudo" logo de uma vez, mas vocês me conhecem, eu tenho nescessidade de complicar as mínimas coisas)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
E sabe que eu até gostei? Encontrei cada coisa!!! As cartinhas antigas, os desabafos intensos demais de adolescente,o 1º(e único) livro eu eu fiz, as fotos... Cada coisinha carregava uma lembrança rica em detalhes que eu tinha esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isso me fez perceber o quanto sou dependente das lembranças (tanto as boas quanto as ruins). Minha mente precisa de um HD externo para aqueles detalhes que eu achava que não teria importancia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tem muito look que eu acho lindo, mas ainda não tenho coragem de usar, um exemplo deles é a maxi saia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra ficar mais completo, a &lt;a href="http://www.farmrio.com.br/"&gt;Farm&lt;/a&gt; está lançando o e-FARM, que uma parte muito legal do site, onde podemos fazer nossas compras sem sair de casa e com a garantia de receber um produto de qualidade &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(se eu começar a falar muito das qualidades da farm eu vou acabar me perdendo)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Por enquanto não dá pra todo mundo se cadastrar nem aproveitar o site, mas dá uma olhadinha no&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.farmrio.com.br/adoro"&gt;adoro&lt;/a&gt; que de vez em quando tem as maratonas!!!! &lt;/div&gt;
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Todos temos vícios!!!O meu é a comida &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(novidade pra ninguém que me conheçe)&lt;/span&gt;. Com ou sem fome, lá está Julyana mastigando alguma coisa. Só que agora, meu organismo está suplicando por misericórdia e rejeitamdo qualquer coisa que eu coma &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(sim, eu disse qualquer)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;No Ronald!! I don't need you!!! Go awaaaay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peões:&lt;i&gt; criaturas sem noção que não podem ver uma mulher nem que essa vista burca, e insistem em jogar algo que acreditam ser o charme, utilizando como meio de expressão suas cantadas, assobios, viradas de pescoço, piscadinhas, beijos ao vento, "psiiiu"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Peões se encontram divididos em várias classes, cada um com suas características de cantadas (as fotos e as cantadas eu encontrei por acaso no blog &lt;a href="http://adollescer.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html"&gt;Adolescer&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;( acha que é o romantico, principe, cavalheiro)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- E ai boneca ? Pra quê a pressa princesa ?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;(usa as que vê na TV e acha que tâ abalando)&lt;/i&gt; - Ô lá na minha humilde residência ! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;( a mais tarada/pedofíla/abusada que tiver a sua disposição)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;(a mais velha e tradicional que tiver)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- E ai gatinha, pra que a pressa ? não foge, olha pra cá.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres tem esse encosto por toda vida &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(por toda vida meeeeesmo)&lt;/span&gt; E é por isso que eu, uma das maiores vítimas de peões, resolvi expressar meu inconformismo com esses homens.&lt;br /&gt;
Você sai toda diva de casa pensando&lt;i&gt; "hoje tô linda"&lt;/i&gt; e a única coisa que recebe em troca é : &lt;i&gt;" E ai gatinha, pra que a pressa ? não foge, olha pra cá." ? &lt;/i&gt;Você é mais uma vítima.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tennho que admitir que ando um pouco por fora de todo e qualquer lançamento de maquiagem, esmaltes e tudo mais. Só que hoje olhando uns blogs que eu não via há muito tempo, percebi que estava completamente em outro mundo sobre esses assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;
Então agora que eu descobri os lançamentos, vou compartilhar os que eu mais gostei, e que vou comprar com certeza&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (assim que o pré vestibular parar de sugar todo o meu dinheiro)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois de ter uma coleção na C&amp;amp;A &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(já postei sobre ela)&lt;/span&gt; a queridíssima Isabeli Fontana&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(que até hoje não entendo como deixou Henri Casteli pelo Falacão - aliás, não sei o que esse homem tem)&lt;/span&gt; fechou uma parceria com a risqué na coleção inverno 2011. As cores são como as outras que seguem a tendência do inverno&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (tô vendo muito "gnt fashion", tô falando quase igual a Lilian Pacce)&lt;/span&gt; , cores escuras e metálicas. gostei de toda coleção.&lt;br /&gt;
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A Impala chgou com a linha SPFW, com os esmaltes usados nos desfiles &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(não me informei se a linha foi de todo o evento ou só de alguns desfiles)&lt;/span&gt; . Mas eu vi em uma entrevista, a Fernanda Lima usando e achei lindéééééééérrimo &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(tem um verde militar igual o da Colorama, mas em maioria encontramos novamente as metalizadas)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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Nunca curti muitos os esmaltes da avon &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(deve ser porque eu não posso tocá-los antes de comprar)&lt;/span&gt; . Mas essa coleção me chamou atenção. Mais uma vez apostando nos metálicos. Fiquei louca pelo dourado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Como maníaca assumida pelos esmaltes da hits, eu só tenho a dizer que &lt;strong&gt;ADOREI TODOS!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Na&amp;nbsp; falta do que fazer e na preguiça de estudar a essa hora, resolvi listar uns filmes que por mais que eu assista, não deixo de chorar ou pelo menos rolar aquela emoção incontrolével.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Lisbela e o Prisioneiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;É o tipo de filme que deixa fofa pelo resto do dia.. Adoro a história, o local, os personagens, a trilha sonora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Além de mim, minha mãe e minha avó abriram a torneirinha e choramos muito... Breno Silveira, seu diretor sem coração!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Claro que ﻿chorei também com O Rei Leão, Irmão Urso e Dois Filhos de Francisco, mas eu tenho vergonha de assumir, então a gente&amp;nbsp;aceita que eu nem postei essa parte, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sim meus caros,&amp;nbsp;pra variar eu estou em processo de mudanças. Coisas que antes eu acreditava e que hoje não acredito mais e vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas dessa vez não estou mudando porque quero, mas porque estou vivendo tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é assim com todo mundo&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (ou deveria ser)&lt;/span&gt; . Serve pra amadurecimento de qualquer um.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos tornamos mais observadores, pensamos mais e de um modo diferente antes de tomar decisões. E até amos essas decisões de um modo completamente diferente do que antes fazíamos. Acho isso fascinante! Encontramos aí um lado que &amp;nbsp;pensávamos que existia, e daí vem a vontade de se descobrir mais &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(pelo menos comigo é assim)&lt;/span&gt; . E também encontramos a certeza de que tem coisas que por mais que tudo mude, vão continuar as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é assim, não adianta! Sempre muda mas continua sendo o que sempre foi. Talvez de um modo mais limpo com o passar dos dias, mas aquelas características únicas, estarão sempre lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu por exemplo, sempre fui crítica e seletiva. Minhas razões eram outras, que são um pouco opostas as atuais. Hoje estou mais crítica e seletiva, mas por razões mais concretas, mas maduras. Acredito que meus olhos estão mais abertos para&amp;nbsp; o que aconteçe ao meu redor. Não estou vendo apenas o meu lado, mas sim tudo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Acho que por instantante se me perguntassem quando uma mudança valeria pena, com toda certeza eu diria:&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nos fizer bem, e quando houver novas descobertas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nesse ano os convidados musicais foram &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Akon&lt;/b&gt; e minha diva &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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O show passou no TNT HD (eu tenho quase certeza) mas como eu não tenho o pacote HD aí vai o &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;teaser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; do evento com as &lt;i&gt;angels&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;cantando&lt;/b&gt; a música &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Firework&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;da Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bombou Brazucas nesse desfile, entre elas a Divíssima Adriana Lima que vestiu o&amp;nbsp; famoso Bombshell Fantasy Bra,&lt;b&gt; sutiã de diamantes &lt;/b&gt;que custa &lt;b&gt;US$ 2 milhões&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ESPORTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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Pugilismo, halterofilismo, lacrosse, futebol, ginástica rítmica, natação, corrida e kart.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4675" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin02.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4676" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin03.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4677" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin04.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4678" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin05.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4683" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin06.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;TEENAGE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ao som de &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;California Girls&lt;/b&gt; da&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;,
 as meninas desfilaram cores com tudo aquilo que mais gostamos: 
estrelas, corações, arco-íris, poá, plástico, balas, bolhas de sabão, 
asas de borboleta, beijinhos e etc… Sem dúvida alguma é a parte mais &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;fofinha&lt;/b&gt; do show.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4682" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin07.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4684" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin08.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4685" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin09.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4686" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin10.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4687" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin12.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4688" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin11.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OLD WEST RAG DOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
Muitos &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;retalhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;com um ar &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;western&lt;/b&gt;, misturando diversas texturas e estampas com jeans e penas. O ponto alto dessa parte são as &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;lace-up boots&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4690" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin13.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4691" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin14.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4692" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin15.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4693" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin16.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4694" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin17.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOOD GIRLS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
Cupidos, anjinhos, cupidos, boudoir, diamantes, muito branco e delicadeza. Nessa parte aparece o famoso &lt;a href="http://www.waveish.com/iwave/images/42/o-adriana-lima-bombshell-fantasy-bra-photoshoot-mq.jpg" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Bombshell Fantasy Bra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;sutiã de diamantes&lt;/b&gt; que custa &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;US$2 milhões&lt;/b&gt;, que foi muito bem recheado pela brasileiríssima &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Adriana Lima&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4696" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin18.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4697" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin19.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4698" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin20.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4699" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin21.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4700" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin22.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4701" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin28.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;…GONE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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Caveiras, coração, tachas, couro e transparência… tudo com uma dose de romantismo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4702" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin23.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4703" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin24.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4704" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin25.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4705" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin26.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4706" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin27.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;…AND AFTER THAT, THEY GO WILD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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Tecidos esvoaçantes contrastam as 
estampas de animal print. Alguns maxi objetos metálicos, pinturas 
tribais e plumas de pavão. Para encerrar, muito &lt;del&gt;mais&lt;/del&gt; &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;glitter&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4708" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin29.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4709" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin30.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4710" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin31.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4711" height="320" src="http://gotsin.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-2011-got-sin32.jpg?w=600&amp;amp;h=480" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembrando que desde a parte "Esportes", não tem nada meu e sim do blog&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; "Got sin?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Não aquela depressão extrema onde tomamos remédios e quase morremos, mas é uma depressão beeeem pequena &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;( não pra mim)&lt;/span&gt; . Olhei meu guarda roupa e resolvi arrumá - lo&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (sempre tiro tudo o que não usei naquele ano - pq já que eu fiquei um ano sem usar, não uso nunca mais- e também aquelas roupas que eu não aguento mais usar, pra depois comprar coisas novas...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Começei toda empolgada tirando tudo do guarda roupa... E percebi "nossa, como eu tenho roupa"... Continuei na minha empolgação... fui tirando as que eu não usava &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(metade foi embora por aí...)&lt;/span&gt; e depois fui vendo as que eu não aguentava mais olhar, nem vestir.&lt;br /&gt;
O problema é que eu me dei conta que de tudo o que eu tenho, eu não aguento mais vestir quase tudo e a crise européia chegou até mim e esse fim de ano vai ser o mais falido dos últimos 17...&lt;br /&gt;
Foi me dando uma tristeza no coração... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(sim, sou consumista compulsiva dependente de dinheiro e de gastar o mesmo)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei, ninguém tem absolutamente nada a ver com isso, mas eu precisava desabafar e alertar que se alguma coisa aconteçer nessa vida semgraça e sem dinheiro, eu estarei na vila cruzeiro &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(onde uma vez eu fui parar bem no meio sem nem saber onde estava, dando uma de turista)&lt;/span&gt; em busca de aventura...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pronto, desabafei. &lt;br /&gt;
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Agora vou me jogar na cama, fechar os olhos e me entupir de tanto ouvir Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu irmão saiu pra comprar uma blusa e voltou com um skate &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;(não precisa entender, apenas acompanhe)&lt;/span&gt;. E hoje ele me disse &lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;"Julyana, quer aprender?"&lt;/i&gt; E eu num ato de bravura aceitei...&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu vício se chama &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPRAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Principalmente se for esmaltes! Tenho 43, e acho que são poucos &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;(acho não, tenho certeza)&lt;/span&gt; E o preferido é um cinza &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;(foi em busca dele que eu começei a comprar)&lt;/span&gt; é tão preferido que ele acabou. Aí eu fui na&amp;nbsp;minha farmácia preferida pra repor. &lt;br /&gt;
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No começo nem tinha encontrado, já tava desistindo e comprando o charminho lilás &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;(um dos 3 da coleção Penélope que eu ainda não tenho)&lt;/span&gt; Mas francamente, achei um roubo pagar quase 3 reais por ele, quandop eu comprei os outros por 2. E fui procurar de marcas mais baratas... E aí que eu encontro algo que me fez muito feliz:&amp;nbsp; O esmalte que a Mabi &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;(tititi)&lt;/span&gt; usa *-*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E o melhor; a coleção toooda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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As cores são perfeitas e cada cor tem o nome de uma das personagens!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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E quando eu voltar na minha farmácia do coração vou comprar todos!!! O "Jaqueline"é o próximo da lista&lt;br /&gt;
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Cerca de 8 entre 10 coisas eu não consigo fazer por falta de dom absoluto &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(e por mais que eu tente, não aconteçe de jeito nenhum)&lt;/span&gt; - pausa pra uma série de espirros catarrosos/nojinho - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(e dessa vez eu não me refiro ao meu dedo podre para escolher as coisas/pessoas/caminhos)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pois é! Hoje minhas amigas e eu estávamos juntas felizes e preparando um churrasco que foi nosso almoço. E cada uma fez alguma coisa &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(senso de igualdade reina quando o assunto é "quem vai preparar qual comida", incrível)&lt;/span&gt;. Então eu, uma cozinheira de mão cheia, fiquei com a missão de fazer um perfeito e delicioso molho à camapanha &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(até então eu não sabia que tomate+pimentão+cebola+vinagre+azeite+sal+água tinha esse nome)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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O que leva uma pessoa a comer uma iguaria dessas? Será que ninguém leva em consideração que a pessoa vai ficar com um bafo meio desagradável? E por que cebola? Será que o ser humano tem uma quedinha por ficar com bafo?&lt;br /&gt;
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Recebi a dádiva de fazer o tal molho,e blá blá blá. O maior problema é que eu nunca &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;( N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; U&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A) &lt;/b&gt;descasquei uma cebola em toda a minha vida. Pra você ter uma idéia da gravidade do assunto, o máximo que eu cheguei de uma cebola inteira, foi no supermercado pra escolher uma cebola e mesmo assim com um saco plástico na mão. Me subiu um desespero, uma coisa que eu não sei explicar, só sei queeu fui pedindo pra cada uma das minhas amigas uma ajuda pra descascar a cebola, e ninguém me ajudou... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(música dramática ao fundo...)&lt;/span&gt;Fui me sentindo solitária e conformada com o destino que me obrigou a descascar cebola &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(logo a cebola, coisa que eu mais detesto em comida)&lt;/span&gt;, até que chega uma boa alma e salva minha vida!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Foi aí que eu cheguei a conclusão de que não sirvo pra cozinhar comidas que pareçe que todo mundo gosta, também não sirvo pra arrumar casa &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(muito menos limpar banheiros)&lt;/span&gt;, também não levo jeito com cuidados especiais com bebês &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(se eles golfam então... /nijinhonojinhonojinho)&lt;/span&gt;. Enfim, não sirvo pra ser dona de casa, literalmente&lt;br /&gt;
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Acabei que cair na real e percebi que ninguém mereçe ouvir um outro alguém falando sobre a própia vida desde o nascimento &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(se eu estivesse nos EUA ia pedir para vc jogarem no google)&lt;/span&gt; mas como estamos no Brasil e eu não sou uma pessoa mega importante pra estar no wikipédia, vou te poupar desse episódio &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(já tô falando nada com nada) &lt;/span&gt;Então vou falar sobre a necessidade de falar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje fui na casa de uma&amp;nbsp; mulher que não parava de falar &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(sério, a mulher começou a falar e não parou mais)&lt;/span&gt;. Fiquei tentando entender o que leva uma pessoa a falar tanto... Será a carência, a falta do que fazer, ou um simples estágio da vida?&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda não sei, só sei que eu absorvi o falatório todo da mulher pra mim e agora eu tô com uma necessidade enooooooooorme de falar sobre qualquer coisa, mesmo que não faça sentido . Aí eu tô precisando muito falar, mas muito mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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E agora eu sei o que é vc querer falar e não ter ninguém pra te ouvir! E descobri também que uma pessoa que fala demais só fala de mais pq um dia quando ela quis falar demais ninguém estava ouvindo, aí a vontade foi aumentando, aumentando que qualquer oportunidade que ela tem de falar um pouco, ela fala demais.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E Lá vai a cena que me encantou &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(também)&lt;/span&gt; desde sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas, o que eu tenho é assunto sobre a copa. Principalmente sobre ela, a amável e irritante VUVUZELA.&lt;br /&gt;
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Como disse num posto anterior sobre "nunca dizer nunca", provei de novo do meu própio remédio. Achei e ainda acho o barulho meio irritante, mas dá uma sensação tão boa tocar aquilo&amp;nbsp; *-* &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(tipo chamado da selva mesmo)&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;@zeus_s : To indo nessa... &lt;strong&gt;vou beber por mim e por todo mundo que ta solteiro&lt;/strong&gt;! RÁ! bjobjo.. love u all! &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;
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Não gente, agora é sério &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(se tem como algum post meu - &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;exeto o do meio ambiente&lt;/span&gt; - ser sério)&lt;/span&gt; . Alguns solteiros que ainda não entendem que o amor, aquele sentimento que faz o seu coração tremer quando aquela pessoa especial entra no msn, nunca fez sentido e que mesmo assim quando ele vem, a vida fica tão tensa que nos faz ter vontade de ficar com a pessoa especial cada dia mais e blá blá blá... &lt;br /&gt;
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Essa semana eu tô fazendo muita coisa que eu disse que nunca faria e afirmando o que minha vó sempre diz: "&lt;em&gt;Carioca fala que não gosta das coisas sem ter feito&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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Sempre disse que nunca usaria o Twitter, pq era coisa de gente carente que não tem amigos e nada pra fazer, aí fica escrevendo cada coisa que faz, tipo "&lt;em&gt;Soltei um pum que fedeu&lt;/em&gt;" e "&lt;em&gt;incrível, 2 segundos depois e ainda tá fedendo!&lt;/em&gt;". Só que eu resolvi usar o meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(tinha feito faz um ano, mas nunca tive vontade de usar)&lt;/span&gt; , e o resultado : DEPENDÊNCIA NA HORA!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Como alguns sabem, meu histórico com realities não é lá essas coisas, porque sempre que eu torço por alguém, a pessoa sai!&amp;nbsp; É sempre assim!&lt;/div&gt;
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- Comer alfaçe em público&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Comer qualquer Hambúrguer que tenha bacon ou presunto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(porque eles seeempre ficam pendurados entre minha boca e o própio hambúrguer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Situações da minha infância que até hoje eu não entendo como e porque eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;- Dar em cima de garotos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(máxima vergonha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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- Tropeçar na rua&lt;br /&gt;
- Passar em frente ao bar em noite de jogo ou trade de domingo&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;- Sair por aí achando que tá abafando e na verdade o cabelo tá pareçendo uma espiga atropelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Club Social recheado tá há um tempinho com um novo sabor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(queijo provolone, se não me engano)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;e como forma de divulgação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(sei lá, não faço propaganda, então entendo nada do assunto) foi criado um site (ou já tinha antes e eu não sabia)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;chamado "Quero ser Recheio".&amp;nbsp; Site básico de relacionamento onde vc deixa seus dados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (orkut, msn, twitter,facebook, enfim)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;e passa a ser parte de um joguinho onde outra pessoa vai jogar e vc será uma das peças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ( like jogo da memória)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; . Aí se o bofe ou não for com a sua cara, ele te escolhe e vc recebe um email dizendo que fulaninho quer ser seu recheio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(TENSO)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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Fui&amp;nbsp;procurar na internet como os atores&amp;nbsp;que na naquela época eram jovens, bonitos, e que eu amava (adoro muitos ainda,mas na época, amaaaava).&amp;nbsp;E como todo amor, há a decepção (musica triste de caixinha de música por favor...)&lt;br /&gt;
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Lisa Kudrow, a Pheobe (personagem que eu mais me identificava) &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Confesso que não estava preparada pra isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bem, como não há só problemas no Brasil, também tem alguns casos de atores que eu achava a coisinha mais estranha&amp;nbsp; e que melhoraram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dakota Fanning sempre foi um ETzinho pra mim:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E beeeeeeeeeeeeeeem melhor agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoje eu fui em um &lt;a href="http://www.ricotanaoderrete.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog que eu adoooooro&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que me mostrou a maior e melhor mudança desse post:&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;E como disse a coleguinha bo Blog:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Esperta foi dona Vanessa Hudgens, que investiu no negócio quando as ações não valiam muito e agora tá aí, só colhendo lucro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-33479504385944262?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/33479504385944262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=33479504385944262' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/33479504385944262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/33479504385944262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-como-muda.html' title='E como muda...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/S37oouJkWHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rU-wxSn3V1I/s72-c/104433__lisa_kudrow_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-4629907253678205436</id><published>2010-02-04T16:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:51:57.814-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por trás do Lápis Vermelho</title><content type='html'>Hoje começa a &lt;a href="http://www.liquidacaolapisvermelho.com.br/"&gt;Liquidação do Lápis Vermelho&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que por aqui no Rio aconteçe do Barra Shopping e no New Yorc Citty Center. São alguns produtos que normalmente a gente não compra e&amp;nbsp;sobra então eles colocam "descontos" que chegam até 70%&lt;br /&gt;
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De 240 para 200 reais...&amp;nbsp; Realmente um descontão!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Se eu tivesse 200 reais iria no show da Beyoncé!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Como todo diário, o &lt;a href="http://diariodorio.com/"&gt;Diário do Rio&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;conta tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudo o que aconteçe na cidade (mais do que o RIO etc.) é perfeito pra quem tá de férias e procura uma boa diversão na cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estava toda feliz vendo BBB (adoooro fofoca pública) e apareçeu a Elenita saindo da casa de biquíni e salto com o corpo suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper metralhado de celulites, então Dourado (ainda me pergunto o que ele está fazendo ali) deu mó elogio dizendo que era bonito vê-la de biquini e salto...&amp;nbsp; me deu um conforto em saber que tinha gente pior do que eu e que mesmo assim tem gente que acha bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não assisto jogos pela TV (acho broxante), então toda quarta feira é dia de Super Pop (êêêêê merda) acho que toda quarta feira é dia de arrumar a mulher dos outros (me dá uma raiva disso...). Aí tem uma perte que o marido escolhe lingerie que a mulher vai usar... aí apareçe um monte de modelo sou saúde esbanjandos suas barrigas simbólicas (sim, pq nem barriga elas tem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deu um surto!!! Hoje eu parei pra refletir e gheguei a conclusão de que tive UM MÊS pra manter a forma, continuar com a alimentação boa e que foi tudo embora no xixi mas que também resta um pouco das férias pra começar a alimentação e os benditos abdominais, já que nunca vou ficar com a barriga daquelas mulheres, mas não dá pra ficar bom bucho de Elenita... Ah sim! Uma nota de agradeçimento especial para Elenita: Graças à vc eu decidi decretar pras celulites que quem manda na minha bunda sou eu!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Foi o começo de um tempo onde desafios precisavam ser vencidos e foram, onde pude perceber o que antes não percebia, onde pude deixar de lado aquela "capa de proteção" e ver que existe sim um modo diferente de viver e que ser legal é muito legal =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Enfim, foram dias maravilhosos onde muitas vezes virei uma criança encantada com tudo que via e outras vezes mais madura pra saber agir diante de situações já vividas antes. Dias onde meu espelho me dizia coisas muito boas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O reality procura um novo estagiário de moda da Capricho que através de provas, workshops e blá blá blá vai sendo avaliado e no fim um ser de uma sorte filha da mãe vai ganhar. &lt;br /&gt;
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Como eu sempre torço pra quem não ganha, nesse programa não poderia ter sido diferente: Vi o primeiro episídio, "conheçi" a Laura e virei fã/tiete dela. Depois fiquei um tempinho sem ver, aí quando eu vejo, ela é eliminada. Fiquei tão revoltada que nunca mais vi...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O bom é que ela não desapareçeu das minhas vistas. O pessoal que saiu do Temporada, fez um blog (&lt;a href="http://lejeanshere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Jeans&lt;/a&gt;) com editorias criados, fotografados e modelados (existe?) pelos própios! tem um editorial (sweet afternoon) que ficou meigay mas o que importa é o conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não é costume meu, maaaas eu tô devendo esse post antes do meu paulista preferido entrar em malhação. Essa temporada de malhação tá tão bobinha quanto as outras, mas na minha cota de futilidade está incluído assistir malhação apenas pra ver todosantodia meu tchuque tchuque Felipe Gavlvão ou Fiuk, se preferir, em cena.&lt;br /&gt;
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Minha paixão por ele começou desde o quando eu conheçi a banda Hori em curitiba e pá! Loucura à primeira vista *-*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;É, minha vó tem bom gosto (em relação ao fiuk, claro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-3468872298483727089?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3468872298483727089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=3468872298483727089' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3468872298483727089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3468872298483727089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/12/felipe-galvao.html' title='Felipe Galvão *-*'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SxViSDg5NBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tE0Bamirekc/s72-c/1245601153609_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-8283943054700898596</id><published>2009-11-24T21:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:53:03.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um apagão é um pente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desde o grande dia do apagão, algo bem incomum vem se tornando comum na minha rotina. Existe uma música que diz "um pente é um pente" &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(até agora não fez sentido pra mim, mas paciência)&lt;/span&gt; . Começou com um assunto na aula de história sobre essa música... Na hora eu achei engraçado, diferente, mas não me preocupei em conheçer a música nem nada do tipo. Mas aí na terça feira &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(aquela do apagão) &lt;/span&gt;quando estava tudo no escuro, mosquitos montros acabando com o meu sangue, eu ouço em alto e exelente som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Traição é traição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance é romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor é amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um lance é um lance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então responde pra mim se você quer ganhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha a sequencia do pente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pente é um pente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; (e por aí vai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Realmente é um bom momento de ouvir essas músicas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Já é uma boa opção pra montar uma playlist de músicas pra se ouvir no apagão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tô obsecada por playlist... mas essa pode deixar que eu não vou querer de aniverário&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(também tô obsecada por presente de aniversário, vô acabar ficando com nenhum presente)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-8283943054700898596?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8283943054700898596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=8283943054700898596' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8283943054700898596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8283943054700898596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-apagao-e-um-pente.html' title='Um apagão é um pente'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SwxwkxPkv4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/0f3qHjB3M98/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-6018689946493874855</id><published>2009-11-23T13:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:33:57.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluor by Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estava procurando material para fazer um post sobre cores fluor e então dei uma passadinha&amp;nbsp; no site da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.farmrio.com.br/"&gt;farm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que cá entre nós tá um amor!!! E o principal: muitas, mas muitas cores fluor (me abana, me abana, me abana)&amp;nbsp;que são minhas paixões&amp;nbsp;desde Carolina Dickemann com seus sutiãs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;mamãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;encontra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;passando por sapatos, cintos, shorts (rá, eu tenho), vestidos, estampas... ai meu Dinheiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sim, como a maioria das pessoas que me conheçem sabem que eu adooooooro coisas chamativas (tenho um pouco de Carmen Miranda em mim) principalmente se envolverem anos 80. Então deixando o lenga lenga pra lá, aí vão alguns exemplos que eu achei por lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: #cc0000;"&gt;Acho que já é o bastante pra vc ter uma idéia do que me dar de aniversário e onde encontrar *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: #cc0000;"&gt;A playlist do site tá de me matar (outra dica pra quem não tem dinheiro e quer me dar um presente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-6018689946493874855?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6018689946493874855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=6018689946493874855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6018689946493874855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6018689946493874855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fluor-by-farm.html' title='Fluor by Farm'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SwqkY6kCtrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ddb21desEV4/s72-c/fluor+farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-7014202187374466050</id><published>2009-10-05T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:35:54.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Caxias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Tô tentando parar com os palavrões, mas sinceramente, as coisas estão colaborando pra que isso não aconteça!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Hoje tive a feliz iniciativa de gravar o trabalho de geografia com a voz da minha mãe &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(já que com a minha o negócio tava tenso)&lt;/span&gt; .. daí viream as enormes barreiras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º O texto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Confesso que passei a semana inteira resumindo o texto pra que fosse feito um vídeo curto e objetivo... Só que se tratando de Caxias é humanamente impossível fazer um texto pequeno... Mas eu resumi ao máximo!!! Tirei forças de não sei daonde e resumi o benedito com a mesma facilidade com que um cantor de funk teria em compor uma bossa nova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2º a mãe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Minha mãe, como muitos conheçem tem um ótimo coração e uma super capacidade de fazer as pessoas rir, por isso que tentar gravar com ela foi um desastre, tive que parar a gravação por vááááárias vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;3º os cães:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Como não poderia faltar, os amáveis queridíssimos cães do vizinho não paravam de latir!!! Impressionante saber o quanto eles me amam (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)... Nossa!! É um lindo caso de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (ponto &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;exageradamente enorme&lt;/span&gt; de ironia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4º as palavras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Céus! Hoje eu descobri o quanto é terrível falar algo que está escrito!!! Sério!! gastei mais de 1 hora pra usar 15 minutos de aúdio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666;"&gt;Moral da história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666;"&gt;Descobri que não devo fazer nada em última hora &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(mas como esse assunto eu&amp;nbsp;nunca aprendo mesmo...),&lt;/span&gt; lembrar de dar sonifero aos cães todos os dias, contratar pessoas para dar uma lição na Iara &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(até porque segundo Cátia Rocha eu não tenho emoção e nem senso de comunidade)&lt;/span&gt;, povoamento, assoreamento, abolição são palavras que me derrubam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-7014202187374466050?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7014202187374466050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=7014202187374466050' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7014202187374466050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7014202187374466050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-caxias.html' title='I hate Caxias...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/Ssl2z1QtXVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gDnQ_d2CZNQ/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5179381489097029948</id><published>2009-09-17T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:43:00.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Supere-me se for capaz...</title><content type='html'>Consegui queimar um ovo cozido!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral da história: nunca ouça Maria Rita enquanto houver um ovo sendo cozido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-5179381489097029948?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5179381489097029948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=5179381489097029948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5179381489097029948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5179381489097029948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/09/supere-me-se-for-capaz.html' title='Supere-me se for capaz...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SrGwNANeDgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GGDEDvgK4J4/s72-c/ovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5242866124260626233</id><published>2009-09-11T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:20:17.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Desde já peço desculpas pela minha falta de criatividade, aconteçe que eu tô em crise e isso tá afetando tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(da série "dando satisfações a estranhos")&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Indo ao que interessa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Era feliz a época em que eu sentava o bumbum &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(forma simpática de chamar a parte do corpo que segundo o thiago serviu para me reconheçer em plena central)&lt;/span&gt; na cadeira em frente ao computador e conseguia escrever coisas&amp;nbsp;úteis para&amp;nbsp;satisfazer minha inutilidade ou ao contrário. E essas coisas realmente davam certo! Maaaaaaaaas como tudo que&amp;nbsp;vem, realmente vai, minha feliz "criatividade" foi e definitivamente não quer voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;E é por isso que eu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(uma pobre mãe&amp;nbsp;sem sua cria mais importante) &lt;/span&gt;estou aqui pra lhes dizer que esse blog vai ficar um pouco&amp;nbsp;fora do ar. Não só o blog,&amp;nbsp;mas o&amp;nbsp;flickr, fotos e as demais coisas que dependem do meu "intelecto". Não que eu não tenha assunto &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(pelo contrário)&lt;/span&gt; mas é que eu não tô achando como expressar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;É como se tudo que eu precisava pra estar em ordem está fora do ar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Verdade!!!&amp;nbsp; Tô pareçendo um velho rabugento que só sabe reclamar e dar fora nos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Só não piro por causa da cia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Então gente, o que vocês puderem fazer pra entender, por favor façam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ainda me pergunto "por que será?"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;É impressionante o quanto esse povo usa de filosofia quando está no msn! Sim, beibe, no msn...&amp;nbsp; Naquele lugarzino onde você diz "bobão" como uma forma carinhosa e a outra pessoa pensa que você tá xingando ela. Na verdade filosofar faz parte do ser humano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(do ser humano brasileiro então...),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;tanto em botecos, ônibus, trem, escola, quanto no banheiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(meu ex professor de matemática dizia que corrigia nossas provas no banheiro e que lá é um ótimo lugar para refletir /nojinho).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;E é no msn que o povo se revela, que solta seu lado sócrates e começa com várias teorias do tipo :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;" se amar pra te amar é preciso morrer, estaria disposto a te encontrar na eternidade"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(profundo, profundo /ar de ironia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;E a experiência mais recente foi ontem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;(segue um trecho da minha conversa com a Darlene):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:32:21 Julyana : isso mereçe um post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:32:27 Julyana :&amp;nbsp; amanhã eu faço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:32:37 ઇ‍ઉDaarlee'y : kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:32:52 Julyana :&amp;nbsp; agora eu tô indo dormir te vejo amanhã na igreja de manhã?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:33:32 ઇ‍ઉDaarlee'y : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;penso qe sim acho qe ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;23/8/2009 01:34:02 Julyana :&amp;nbsp; ¬¬' filosofias em plena madrugada... vai pro post também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Frase muito bem formulada e complexa... Já pode fazer faculdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(ar de ironia²)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Aí hoje de manhã perguntam pra Letícia: O que é ter fé?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Letícia : é acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;pessoa: e o que é acreditar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Essa eu deixo pra vocês filosofarem aí, tirem suas conclusões e me respondam&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; (se quiserem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Post sem graça... Já fui melhor com as palavras!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; vou&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;já.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É impressionante o fato das pessoas acharem que eu preciso de namorado e que não tô feliz assim, do jeito que tá. Gente é sério, eu não queria entrar nesse assunto, mas as circunstâncias me obrigam. Gostaria que o povo não se preocupasse em "aprovar ou não" coisas que não existem quando o foco é minha vida pessoal, mas sim entender e aceitar. Se eu digo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quero namorado agora é porque eu realmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quero. Eu mais uma vez não queria ter que ficar me expondo, mas o que aconteçe é que eu tõ vivendo uma fase maravilhosa de crescimento e amadurecimento comigo mesma, e se eu acho que não é a hora, é porque realmente não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Tô me divertindo aqui&lt;/strong&gt;



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Tão fazendo macumba...
Agora eu sei a razão da gripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-4467845297742315821?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4467845297742315821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=4467845297742315821' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/4467845297742315821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/4467845297742315821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fatos.html' title='Fatos.'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/Smo4Ft_gHvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w6Qfeq852qk/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5345346260244601992</id><published>2009-07-21T16:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:54:55.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é a gripe suína.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Ô geeeeente!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fiz coisa errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desde sábado, dia 11, depois da aula "calma" de Felipe Padilha coisas ruins vem aconteçendo comigo. No dia seguinte à aula, eu acordo com uma &lt;strong&gt;ENORME &lt;/strong&gt;deficiência na minha musculatura lombar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(o que me impediu de me locomover igual a qualquer ser digno de pena que habita nesse país)&lt;/span&gt; e seguida de uma gripe. Então fiquei num estado de zumbidês crítico, nem pude sair com as turistas pra ser feliz. Na segunda então, eu piorei, e recebi o diagnóstico preciso de minha amada e querida avó &lt;strong&gt;"É a gripe suína"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(impressionante, qualquer espirro e ela já diz que é a gripe suína)&lt;/span&gt;, e entrei em desespero. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas, para a minha felicidade não era a suína, mas era uma tão forte quanto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Foi então que eu, revoltada com esse acontecimento, resolvi levar meus vírus para conheçer esse mundão!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmYcI3E3_-I/AAAAAAAAATs/Z5bzo4aiDKA/s1600-h/86260558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361003344980082658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmYcI3E3_-I/AAAAAAAAATs/Z5bzo4aiDKA/s400/86260558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sexta, dia 17, foi Julyana feliz e com uma "super disposição" pra São Januário assistir o jogo do Vasco, a melhor parte foi ver o aquecimento dos goleiros &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ê lará!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; . Mas enfim, foi povo pulando pra cá, povo suado encostando em meu braço&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (a treva)&lt;/span&gt; pra lá, e claro, eu com meus vírus. Tudo ia bem, até que do nada &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(como de costume)&lt;/span&gt; um gordinho saliente fica na minha frente pulando como se fosse um animador de palco do Faustão... O jogo seria bom se não fosse o gordinho na minha frente... Mas tudo que é ruim, sempre pode piorar... Na volta, lá pelas 23:00 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(eu já estava quase desmaiando de tanto cansaço e doença)&lt;/span&gt; em plena Av Brasil, estava Julyana, sua mãe, seu irmão e sua tia esperando o bendito ônibus para voltar para casa. Nada passava, nada parava, já havia gente com pedra na mão se algum ônibus não parasse, quando surge da imensidão da Av Brasil ela... A VAN... En em meio a empurrões eu consigo entrar e chegar em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Daí eu desandei a sair por aí espalhando meus vírus...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E deu certo... Todo mundo agora tá doente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas eu não tenho culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;já.&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/6231682534871899170-5345346260244601992?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5345346260244601992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=5345346260244601992' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5345346260244601992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5345346260244601992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-e-gripe-suina.html' title='Não é a gripe suína.'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmYcI3E3_-I/AAAAAAAAATs/Z5bzo4aiDKA/s72-c/86260558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-529753018854721432</id><published>2009-07-21T00:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:55:51.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoções à parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oi meu povo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(frase mais ridícula)&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então, estou aqui não para escrever algo sobre amigo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(até porque se eu escrevesse alguma coisa sobre amigo, Darlene ia falar até quando não estivesse mais entre vós, porque eu não escrevi sobre ela e que a mesma está me pedindo um post exclusivo faz um ano)&lt;/span&gt; , mas sim para lhes dizer que eu finalmente tomei vergonha em minha face redonda e fui ver o tal Harry Potter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Aconteçe que eu nunca vi nenhum dos outros filmes e nunca li uma linha dos livros de Joanne K. Rowling. Pois é, nesse mundo havia alguém sem ser nossas avós que nunca tinha assistido, visto, ouvido tal história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmU1irKVMlI/AAAAAAAAATc/dQjmN4j7Bvg/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360749801272324690" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmU1irKVMlI/AAAAAAAAATc/dQjmN4j7Bvg/s400/potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Devo lhes dizer que ainda estou sob efeito do susto de uma cena do filme e indgnada pelo fato do velhinho ter morrido &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sempre simpatizo com velhinhos)&lt;/span&gt; , sim, te contei que o cara morre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(caso você não tenha visto o filme, saia imediatemente desta página e pense em algo que te faça feliz)&lt;/span&gt; . E mesmo sem saber da história, consegui entender &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(claro que não tudo, afinal tinha um menino do meu lado que tem talento!!!! E que talento!)&lt;/span&gt; , e foi um dia feliz com muito chocolate, refrigerante, ruffles, e uns quilos a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijo as mãos de Vossa Alteza.
Deste Porto Seguro, da Vossa Ilha de Vera Cruz, hoje, sexta-feira, primeiro dia de maio de 1500.
Pedro Vaz de Caminha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desculpa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;já.&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/6231682534871899170-529753018854721432?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/529753018854721432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=529753018854721432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/529753018854721432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/529753018854721432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/07/emocoes-parte.html' title='Emoções à parte'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SmU1irKVMlI/AAAAAAAAATc/dQjmN4j7Bvg/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-6228770039694156207</id><published>2009-06-20T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:56:11.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o ENEM vem aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Como não é nenhuma novidade, o ENEM mudou e algumas universidades vão adotá-lo como primeira etapa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então como se não bastasse a reforma ortográfica, ainda surge uma prova que dura dois dias e que vale pro tão esperado e temido vestibular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E é pra você &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(que assim como eu)&lt;/span&gt; está &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L I T E R A L M E N T E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(eu disse literalmente)&lt;/span&gt; ferrado, aí vão umas dicas que uma pessoa suuuuuuuper inteligente me passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1º- Bafo de cebola + H2OH de maçã ou maracujá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Super simples, enquanto você faz sua prova de bucho cheio, você ainda tira a atenção dos outros com o "aroma do campo" que vai surgir na sala da prova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º Desenho feliz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Essa é pra você &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(que mais uma vez, assim como eu)&lt;/span&gt; vai pegar a prova e vai ficar um bom tempo vegetando em frente dela. É tão simples como a anterior! Faça aquela cara de " tá tudo muito fácil" e começe a fazer desenhos na prova&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (é bom que depois você decide se vai seguir a carreira de ilustrador ou coisa do tipo)&lt;/span&gt; Me disseram que quando você faz cara de tranquilo, o povo ao redor fica ainda mais nervoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3º Nerd instantâneo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seguindo a teoria de Zen... Antes dos portões serem abertos, sempre fica um muvucão na porta e você sempre acaba falando com uns ou outros que também vão fazer a prova. Daí que vem a cartada de mestre! Quando você estiver na tal fila &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ou não),&lt;/span&gt; começe a dizer que você está tranquilo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(agora sem trema)&lt;/span&gt; e sempre com a cara de zen... Pelo menos pra mim, me deixa super nervosa saber que tem alguém que vai fazer uma prova super decisiva como se estivesse indo escrever num blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por enquanto são essas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao longo do tempo, eu vou dando mais dicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lembrando que esse ano eu só faço o ENEM por experiências e porque talvez eu tire uma nota maior do que ano que vem &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(já que eu vou estar na pilha porque ano que vem eu vou ter que passar de todo o jeito)&lt;/span&gt;. O resultado desse ano, pra quem é da 2ª série pode valer se a sua nota for maior do que a do ano que vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Boa prova pra quem vai fazer a da UERJ amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;já&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/6231682534871899170-6228770039694156207?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6228770039694156207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=6228770039694156207' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6228770039694156207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6228770039694156207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-o-enem-vem-ai.html' title='E o ENEM vem aí...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/Sj125RXB7nI/AAAAAAAAATU/oq9Y81IEoBs/s72-c/dv740005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-769647408662204752</id><published>2009-06-13T01:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:31:29.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMrUJNXbAI/AAAAAAAAASs/vjwJ9vdZkyw/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346664807688268802" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMrUJNXbAI/AAAAAAAAASs/vjwJ9vdZkyw/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Porque ser cafona desse jeito, é uma dádiva....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(nada contra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-769647408662204752?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/769647408662204752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=769647408662204752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/769647408662204752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/769647408662204752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMrUJNXbAI/AAAAAAAAASs/vjwJ9vdZkyw/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-3339085837688165235</id><published>2009-06-13T01:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:36:12.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah o amooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ahhh o amor...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ê coisa boa, certo? E melhor ainda é ter um amor para passar o dia dos namorados feliz, né?
Bem é quase isso...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quase isso porque nem todos namoram, então não comemoram o "Dia dos Namorados" mas é nesse dia em que tudo são flores, amores e blá blá blá, que eu me comportei de um modo diferente. Não, eu não fiquei chorando e enfiando minha cara em meu querido e confortável travisseiro como já fiz em um ano desses &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(embora as mídias ainda insistem em fazer com que eu faça isso)&lt;/span&gt;. Então eu resolvi apareçer por aqui &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(essa é a parte em que uma luz potente surge junto com vozes de um coral de anjos)&lt;/span&gt; e contar como foi meu dia de solteira no dia dos namorados....
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMhPY8eUaI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3JHLzcIxac/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346653730896761250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMhPY8eUaI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3JHLzcIxac/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Como de costume dessa semana, eu acordei ao meio dia com aquela sensação de que poderia ter dormido mais. Depois de ter feito a higiene minha de cada dia, eu sento no sofá e começo a ver tv. Como já estava tarde só pude ver o final do "Hoje em Dia" e achei um porre... Depois fui para minha querida internet e começei a fuçar blogs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(um dos meus passatempos preferidos)&lt;/span&gt; e como sempre dei uma passadinha no blog da Lia e ela postou uma coisinha rápida sobre o dia dos namorados que eu achei bem legal. Depois ouvi rádio e dá-lhe músicas sentimentais, depois fui pro culto da Rosely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(renovação de votos matrimoniais em comemoração de 10 anos de casamento, que cá entre nós, estava tudo muito lindo)&lt;/span&gt;, aí depois que eu volto pra casa já "embalada pelo clima de romance" e decido voltar à internet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Resolvo então entrar no site da Capricho &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(é, às vezes eu faço coisas que meninas da minha idade fazem)&lt;/span&gt; e fazer os testes bobinhos que toda adolescente faz. E descobri uma coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Descobri que sei lidar com a rejeição, que sei me arrumar conforme a ocasião, descobri que o meu tipo de menino é 100% saúde, que eu sei ser boa namorada, e que estou pronta pra um relacionamento maduro... Tudo isso pra confirmar minha tese de que testes da capricho servem para iludir toda e qualquer menina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não, não estou à procura de namorado, mas quando estiver juro que coloco os resultados dos testes da Capricho no meu currículo, oquei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas olha, quem não tem namorado, aproveita o dia e porque não todos os dias para se dedicar aos amores de nossas vidas!!!!!! Amores esses que também são conhecidos como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pais, amigos, cachorros, gatos,namorados ou não, vizinhos, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O que vocês acharem melhor!!!! Pode até ser os terríveis e ilusórios &lt;em&gt;Testes da Capricho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bem... é isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;já.&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/6231682534871899170-3339085837688165235?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3339085837688165235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=3339085837688165235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3339085837688165235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3339085837688165235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-o-amooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Ah o amooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjMhPY8eUaI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3JHLzcIxac/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-7747647011437882447</id><published>2009-03-09T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:28:51.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha amada TV Colosso (L)³</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estava eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(com minha cara de super sono de todas as manhãs)&lt;/span&gt; vendo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(vendo não, mas apenas vegetando esperando meu posicionamento de idéias funcionar)&lt;/span&gt; Mais Você &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(vai dizer que você nunca viu?)&lt;/span&gt; , quando percebo que eles estavam comemorando o aniversário do Louro José, personagem do qual eu nunca gostei. E então que vejo algo muito feliz, sim, minha musa: Priscila &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(tv colosso)&lt;/span&gt; e meu amado Gilmar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(tv colosso também)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nessa hora me veio o filme da minha infância na minha mente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(pensava que essas coisas não aconteciam desde então)&lt;/span&gt; , e eu começei a lembrar da minha paixão platônica por Tv Colosso e em especial por Gilmar e Priscila. Não sei te explicar, mas é que eu vejo semelhança na minha família neles.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Priscila, por exemplo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suuuper minha mãe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Não tô dizendo que minha mãe é uma cachorra, mas sim a personalidade, o corpicho e o jeito com que o Vesgo interpretava a Priscila me lembrava muito minha Santa Gorduchinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E o Gilmar????? Na época, o meu irmão era igual a ele &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(magrelo e pequeno)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aquilo me fazia muito feliz, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;feliz meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesmo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sem contar que eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A D O R A V A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a vinheta!!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SbSZb87dTBI/AAAAAAAAASU/g50aRVJo33k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311038566067686418" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SbSZb87dTBI/AAAAAAAAASU/g50aRVJo33k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Obs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A Priscila que apareçeu no Mais Você tinha a boca muito abert e não tinha o molejo qeu só o Vesgo tem... odiei.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; vou&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ai que saudade de dizer isso)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-7747647011437882447?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7747647011437882447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=7747647011437882447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7747647011437882447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7747647011437882447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-amada-tv-colosso-l.html' title='Minha amada TV Colosso (L)³'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SbSZb87dTBI/AAAAAAAAASU/g50aRVJo33k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-3777402103997184199</id><published>2009-03-09T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:08:44.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Permita-me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olá pessoas que apareçem e se deparam com esse blog entregue ao vento, tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Primeiramente, eu queria pedir mil desculpas por não ter postado antes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sabe como é, a vida suuuper badalada de Julyana Noronha voltou)&lt;/span&gt; e ter deixado pessoas irritadas com isso. Mas eu não tenho boas notícias não! Por conta dessa minha nada mole vida, eu tive que deixar a internet fora de minhas prioridades, já que agora eu sou uma menina com projetos e não tenho muito tempo pra expressar idéias, opiniões, fatos, etc. Sim, vocês ficarão sem saber sobre minhas aventuras no trem, já que minha Judas me largou&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (ruiva sem vergonha)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maaaaas voltando ao que &lt;strong&gt;realmente importa&lt;/strong&gt;: O fato é que os posts diários acabaram &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(  cri cri   )&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;É claro que tem coisas que eu preciso contar, mesmo sendo uma vez por semana...  Então...  Boa leitura!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Isso se minha amada internet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(que tem vontade própia)&lt;/span&gt; ajudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-3777402103997184199?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3777402103997184199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=3777402103997184199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3777402103997184199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3777402103997184199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/permita-me.html' title='Permita-me?'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-6951228880754313137</id><published>2009-02-18T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:54:53.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Assim que o amor entrou no meio o meio virou amor o fogo se derreteu o gelo se incendiou, e a brisa que era um tufão, depois que o mar derramou, depois que a casa caiu o vento da paz soprou"&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                       Romeu e Julieta - Marcelo Camelo&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Deu pra entender minha situação?&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: preciso me afogar em travesseiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-6951228880754313137?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6951228880754313137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=6951228880754313137' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6951228880754313137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6951228880754313137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='¬¬&apos;'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SZy7N4mtfgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kB8IIrJ-3O8/s72-c/JB2131-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-4000318590785807221</id><published>2009-02-10T22:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:03:59.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Planos para 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu sei, 2009 já começou há 2 meses, mas eu ainda tenho esperança de que minha listinha báááááááááásica de coisas que pra mim não são tão sem importância possam se realizar&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Então, lá vai:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Minha câmera semi-profissional&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Minha câmera velha de guerra restaurada&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ir a pelo menos 3 shows&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Almoçar no restaurante popular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(é.)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ter mais de 1 par de pantufas&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Comer aquela ruffles gigante&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ir ao teatro pelo menos uma vez no mês&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Pular no pescoço do Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ver mais gente conheçida na TV além do Seu Tião (&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;) e de dona Bruna Campello&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Encontrar Seu Marola novamente, né Darlene?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por enquanto é só...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:&lt;/strong&gt; As calçinhas americanas ainda estão de pé, tá Mônica?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps²:&lt;/strong&gt; Tom Cruise passou pelo Rio e nem me ligou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-4000318590785807221?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4000318590785807221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=4000318590785807221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/4000318590785807221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/4000318590785807221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/planos-para-2009.html' title='Planos para 2009'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-185674633754118613</id><published>2009-02-10T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:49:42.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dsfcgdsubvdsuzfuy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ai, genteeeee!!!  sacoé? Tô mesmo com o mínimo de vontade de escrever sobre minhas férias, quem quiser saber, me pergunte, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-185674633754118613?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/185674633754118613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=185674633754118613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/185674633754118613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/185674633754118613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dsfcgdsubvdsuzfuy.html' title='dsfcgdsubvdsuzfuy'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-8436973907874379045</id><published>2009-02-08T13:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:32:52.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário, comidas, mongoliçes e comidas.</title><content type='html'>Não, eu não repeti comidas porque não percebi que tinha escrito antes,mas sim porque foi o que eu mais fiz naquele dia.
Íamos ao shopping (programa característico de curitibano), só que estava um pouco quente, daí, resolvemos (eu e minha vó) tomar sorvete. O lerdo e inútil do carinha fez o favooooooooooooor de demorar anos pra me dar o troco (e nesse tempo, o tão feliz e esperado ônibus surge). E quem me conheçe sabe que quando eu fico nevosa, eu começo a me sacudir (como se quisesse ir ao banheiro). Daí já viu,né ?!
-Moço, o troco.
-Hã?
-O tro - co
-...
-heeeeeeeeeey!! o ônibus tá chegando!!!!!!
-haaaaaaaam... espera um pouco.
Espera um pouco a mãe!!!!!! Eu precisava que ele fosse numa velocidade normal (de preferência) e não no passinho da tartaruga. Sorte que o motorista conseguiu ser mais lerdo e deu pra eu pgar o ônibus.

Chegando no shopping, encontramos as pessoas, e blá.


pausa pro almoço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-8436973907874379045?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8436973907874379045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=8436973907874379045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8436973907874379045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8436973907874379045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/aniversario-comidas-mongolices-e.html' title='Aniversário, comidas, mongoliçes e comidas.'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-2241546573407548778</id><published>2009-02-08T13:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:14:14.828-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpas</title><content type='html'>oquei beibe, eu sei que prometi contar dia após dia como estavam sendo minhas férias, maaaas a pessoa que vos escreve estava seeeem computador e só chegou hoje, então lá vão os compactos de quase 2 meses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-2241546573407548778?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2241546573407548778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=2241546573407548778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2241546573407548778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2241546573407548778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-1452899564661998449</id><published>2008-12-23T12:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:33:26.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte I - A ida</title><content type='html'>Já estava nervosa por causa da minha decepção...
quando, eu escuto....




&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONCCCCCCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Não, não era um porco&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (animal)&lt;/span&gt; mas sim um porco periquito...








o cara roncou o resto da viajem inteita!!!  terrível!!!

Com mais essa tristeza em minha vida amorosa, Julyana enfim chega a curitiba ( a tal cidade modelo), e para compeltar minha lista de esperanças frustardas da viajem, eu leio pixadão (é assim que se escreve?) 
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LEIA INVERTA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Inverta, pra quem não sabe, é o jornal onde o Mestre Cícero escreve sua coluna que ninguém lê!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois é, até em curitiba o mestre me persegue...&lt;/span&gt;



É isso!
Depois eu posto mais sobre minhas férias
=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-1452899564661998449?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1452899564661998449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=1452899564661998449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1452899564661998449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1452899564661998449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/parte-i-ida_1573.html' title='Parte I - A ida'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-6471671057146908551</id><published>2008-12-23T12:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:25:56.210-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra pausa da parte I - O fim do encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coma confusão toda da mulher desaparecida, o bonitão puxou conversa comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (palpitações)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Você é do Rio?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-aham&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-eu não&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- haaam&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- vim pro Rio só pra estudar&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;)
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- legal, fez o quê?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(não absorvi essa resposta)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aí ele começou a falar mal de são cristóvão!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S-Ã-O    C-R-I-S-T-Ó-V-Ã-O!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Logo onde eeeu estudo!! Tomei uma raiva do inútil, todo o encanto que eu tinha por ele terminou! Minha vontade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;foi de partir pra cima com minha garrafa de H2OH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Darlinhaaaaa...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e molhar aquele cabelo de periquito!!!
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fim da pausa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-6471671057146908551?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6471671057146908551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=6471671057146908551' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6471671057146908551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/6471671057146908551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/outra-pausa-da-parte-i-o-fim-do-encanto.html' title='Outra pausa da parte I - O fim do encanto'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-8716999773836531033</id><published>2008-12-23T12:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:18:17.108-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte I - A ida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Voltando daonde eu tinha parado, lá estava eu suuuper feliz com a minha companhia!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aí o ônibus vaaai, faz curvas, durmo um pouco, até que chega ela, a 1ª parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (são paulo)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todos deixam o ônibus para fazer pips ou comer algo. O intervalo doi de 20 minutos. Só que...   o motorisra troca de lugar com um outro...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dicas de como não se perder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1º: grave o número do ônibus&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2º: nunca o motorista&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3º: amarre uma corda na roda do ônibus, e leve-a até aonde você for, pq aí tu segue a cordinha e não se perde...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aí chuta só quem se perdeu? (não, não foi Julyana, nem o bonitão e nem o bêbado) Pois é... um ser que não sei de onde apareçeu, desapareçeu... Ficamos 30 minutos sem saber onde estava a mulher perdida... E qyem resolve se manifestar?? O bêbado!! Sério, fez um discurso "... e eu que sou o bêbado, não me perco!!!" Daí sentiu, né! O ônibus tooodo começou a rir!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pausa pra outro post importantíssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-8716999773836531033?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8716999773836531033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=8716999773836531033' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8716999773836531033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8716999773836531033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/parte-i-ida_23.html' title='Parte I - A ida'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-1305198972740024829</id><published>2008-12-23T12:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:05:29.349-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa da parte 1 - O bêbado</title><content type='html'>É, pensava que minha viajem ia ser calma e perfeita (claro, né! a minha companhia foi ótema, até então), maaaaas como nem tudo é perfeito, me entra um ser (um dos únicos cariocas) e como carioca adooora chamar atenção, nosso amiguinho da estado estava bêbado!
sim, B-Ê-B-A-D-O.
O Zeca Pagodinho do ônibus... não parava de falar nem um minuto, mas foi pefeito!!
adoreeeeei aquele homem



&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-1305198972740024829?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1305198972740024829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=1305198972740024829' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1305198972740024829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1305198972740024829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/pausa-da-parte-1-o-bbado.html' title='Pausa da parte 1 - O bêbado'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5780863554145084362</id><published>2008-12-23T11:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:59:56.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte I - A ida</title><content type='html'>Bem, né! Todos sabem que eu, como sou uma pessoa muito inteligente, acabei indo de ônibus (só depois que eu fui saber que a passagem de avião estava 110 reais...  Maas tudo bem!

Chegando na rodoviária, avisto A pessoa!!  Deus amado!!!! Que que era aquilo!!! Todo tchuque - tchuque e com camisa "mamãe sou forte".  Julyana, (claro que) viu aquilo e ficou hoooras contemplando, até que o ônibus finalmente chega. Mamis foi me levar até a rodoviária (é, fui sozinha! Chupa essa manga), e na hora de colocar minha "pequena mala" no lugar lá,  heis que surge!!!!  ele!!!! Ah é! esqueçi de falar sobre o cabelo de periquito dele *-*
aí tá,né (quantos acentos)!  Estava eu, implorando a Deus pra que ele sentasse do meu lado!! Daí, quando eu entro no ônibus, quem está na poltrona 17???  Ele!!! Minha cara de algria foi enorme!! Cara, minha poltrona era a 17!! Tipo filme, sabe? Então eu disse: Licença, mas a minha poltrona é essa...  (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh delíciosa foi essa hora) E ele: ah... desculpa.
Nesse momento, minha alegria tinha ido embora, pois ele pegou sua mochila e foi pra cadeira de trás (sinceramente, pensei que ele não ia sentar na 18)  ,quando ele retorna!!!! Tooodo cheiroso!! Meu sorriso foi de orelha à orelha!!



&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pausa especial para um post mais especial ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Depois eu continuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-5780863554145084362?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5780863554145084362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=5780863554145084362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5780863554145084362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5780863554145084362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/parte-i-ida.html' title='Parte I - A ida'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-2058373576125444673</id><published>2008-12-23T11:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:33:38.979-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bem meu povo, enfim, férias!!!!!! E como não poderia ser diferente, eu, Julyana Noronha  estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;relatando as coisas mais importantes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ou não)&lt;/span&gt; pra compartilhar com quem não está aqui comigo!!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então, lá vamos nós!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-2058373576125444673?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2058373576125444673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=2058373576125444673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2058373576125444673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2058373576125444673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5857746316274762188</id><published>2008-12-02T13:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:46:14.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabelóides de Periquito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Primeiramente, queria pedir desculpas pelo looooooongo tempo sem postar.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEGUNDAMENTE queria dizer que começarei a postar e não enrolarei mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Atenção Creuzeback ao toque de quatro ja vai: já, já, já, já vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Estava eu fazendo nada, coisa que é muito normal, quando eu paro pra pensar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(coisa que não é muito normal)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;e chego a seguinte pergunta: Por que meninos com cabelo de Periquito apareçem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;com mais frequência?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(da série "aprendendo a filosofar com Cátia Rocha")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Então, para tornar minha pergunta até então sem resposta, eu criei alternativas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A) Eles querem aprender a voar, por isso o cabelo, para dar maior habilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;B) Periquitos são Sexys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;C) Periquito é o caramba! O lance é o cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;D) Os periquitos estão em extinção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E) Cri-cri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nada melhor do que perguntar para os própios, certo??? Então lá vai o resultado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A maioria disse que é estilo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(povo sabe nem o significado da palavra e sai usando como se fosse um verbo &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*me lembrei do avatar, não sei porque, mas lembrei&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; , outros disseram que as meninas gostam, e outros... Hããããã, não sei... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(se não sabe, porque usa?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Definitivamente, não pergunte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N-A-D-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a um menino, eles nunca te darão uma resposta concreta. Então fui perguntar para meninas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mentes "sábias")&lt;/span&gt; e maioria disse: ADOOOOOOOOOORO, outras: Depende de quem use , e algumas : terrível, amiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É, a maioria das meninas adoram meninos com cabelo de periquitos....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/STVWO6q8FNI/AAAAAAAAARk/u7lD6rHKV5U/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217352801916114" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/STVWO6q8FNI/AAAAAAAAARk/u7lD6rHKV5U/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não é todo mundo que pode, oquei?&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/6231682534871899170-5857746316274762188?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5857746316274762188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=5857746316274762188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5857746316274762188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5857746316274762188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/cabelides-de-periquito.html' title='Cabelóides de Periquito'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/STVWO6q8FNI/AAAAAAAAARk/u7lD6rHKV5U/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-9196711617761782840</id><published>2008-11-18T17:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:12.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Papis camarão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Domingo, 16 de novembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nesse domingo, minha vó chegou de Curitiba , daí, minha mãe foi buscá-la e ficaram em casa, eu e meu pai. Eu só acordei lá pra 11 e pouca&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (consequência da festa da Mônica na sexta e Hillsong no sábado)&lt;/span&gt;, e meu digníssimo pai já estava de pé e foragido.
Conversa vai, conversa vem, e minha vó pergunta: &lt;strong&gt;Cadê o Mário?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(não, não é aquele do armário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E então, houve um silêncio imediato. É, ninguém sabia onde o ser estava. Atá que surge um Rambo bolinha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(meu pai)&lt;/span&gt; Rambo porque estava com um pano na testa e bolinha porque tu já deve saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- Tava aonde, pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- Por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tá, né! Ninguém instiu... Na hora do almoço, teve o aniversário do Alan (primo), então eu fiquei a tarde toda fora. Cheguei em casa e papis estava dormindo, o tempo passou e eu fui pra igreja, e ele ainda estava dormindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quando eu chego, toda feliz e vou pra cozinha (morrendo de fome), me deparo com um troço suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;vermelho e redondo!! E o pior, era meu pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu juro que tentei, mas eu não resisti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me deu uma crise tão grande, mas tão grande de riso que eu quase fiz pips nas calças e eu acho que a rua toda me ouviu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SSMU38uuMYI/AAAAAAAAARc/S-hOhSIEtAg/s1600-h/papis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270078940381065602" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SSMU38uuMYI/AAAAAAAAARc/S-hOhSIEtAg/s400/papis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Credo, pareçe até coisa estranha, logo após eu ter escrito esse post, o Camarão man chegou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;liga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;estarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;computador&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/6231682534871899170-9196711617761782840?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/9196711617761782840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=9196711617761782840' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/9196711617761782840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/9196711617761782840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/papis-camaro.html' title='Papis camarão!'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SSMU38uuMYI/AAAAAAAAARc/S-hOhSIEtAg/s72-c/papis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-8888041917822757953</id><published>2008-10-13T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:17:21.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das crianças...</title><content type='html'>Só pra deixar bem claro que eu &lt;strong&gt;NÃO&lt;/strong&gt; ganhei presentes...

merda.

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SPNJdIf-5_I/AAAAAAAAARU/W1b0ZlQNbqs/s1600-h/outubro+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625954918164466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SPNJdIf-5_I/AAAAAAAAARU/W1b0ZlQNbqs/s400/outubro+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Jade, minha modelo particular&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-8888041917822757953?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8888041917822757953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=8888041917822757953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8888041917822757953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8888041917822757953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-das-crianas.html' title='Dia das crianças...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SPNJdIf-5_I/AAAAAAAAARU/W1b0ZlQNbqs/s72-c/outubro+2008+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-1117177370120654760</id><published>2008-10-10T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:49:08.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai bota ali o seu pezinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Confesso que cherei resina&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E que depois, vi o palco mais alto&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É, fiquei doidona&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E sabe o que eu fiz???&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nada, né! Só que quando eu estava no ônibus já indo pra casa, me vêm um menino e pisa no meu pé. daí eu começei a falar "pô colega! eu tô aqui" e quando o menino me vira e diz "foi mal" eu vejo a visão do céu (ou então eu estava sob efeito da resina que acidentalmete eu inha cheirado às 14:20epouco). O ser era assim... perfeito e, para confirmar minha tese, ela era do Cefet. Perfeito, perfeito, perfeito!!! Emocionante!!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E o que eu fiz? Se você acha que eu disse "que isso colega! tem problema não pode pisar à vontade", ligue para 1234-5678&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se você acha que eu dei uma risadinha sem graça e abaixei a cabeça, ligue para 1234-5678&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas se você tem certeza que eu desmaiei em meio tanta emoção, ligue para 1234-5678&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tempo, 5 segundos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pi&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pii&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Piii&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Piiii&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Piiiii&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acertou quem votou na opção "ela ficou parada olhando pro menino como se 1 bilhão de reais estivessem parados na sua frente"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas só fiz isso por causa da resina inalada(ninguém tira da minha cabeça que aquilo era cola)...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah é!, e onome dele é Breno e mora na Penha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como eu sei disso? O amigo dele tava falando o nome dele toda horae ele desceu na penha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E minha amiga disse que eu não consegui disfarçar!&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"AQUI FICARIA UMA FOTO DE ALGUÉM PISANDO NO PÉ DE OUTRO AGUÉM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-1117177370120654760?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1117177370120654760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=1117177370120654760' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1117177370120654760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/1117177370120654760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai-bota-ali-o-seu-pezinho.html' title='ai bota ali o seu pezinho!!!'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-2189652685198621250</id><published>2008-10-10T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:40:02.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>deslises, apenas</title><content type='html'>Existe o pré-sal e o...
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO9o8fdq0uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DcAvvMh5tug/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255534678612038370" style="CURSOR: hand" height="332" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO9o8fdq0uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DcAvvMh5tug/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg" width="530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá, desculpa, não resisti!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prometo que irei parar com essas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-2189652685198621250?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2189652685198621250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=2189652685198621250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2189652685198621250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2189652685198621250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/deslises-apenas.html' title='deslises, apenas'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO9o8fdq0uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DcAvvMh5tug/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-7398200211129488222</id><published>2008-10-09T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:35:32.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da série "Pessoas desesperadas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO6GzVF35aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M1e-pifYsI8/s1600-h/beija+cavalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255286031581177250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO6GzVF35aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M1e-pifYsI8/s400/beija+cavalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, pô!! Quem sabe não vira a mulher melancia???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; A bunda pelo menos é do mesmo tamanho...  (6)&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/6231682534871899170-7398200211129488222?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7398200211129488222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=7398200211129488222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7398200211129488222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/7398200211129488222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/da-srie-pessoas-desesperadas-p-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO6GzVF35aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M1e-pifYsI8/s72-c/beija+cavalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-3324036713026415668</id><published>2008-10-09T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:17:31.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel, muito cruel, Julyana Noronha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Sim, devo dizer que eu decidi mostrar meu lado mau (embora muitas pessoas já conheçem esse meu lado), perverso, totalmente sem coração...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO4tJevFzkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xM9fNCHB8GQ/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187456080596546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO4tJevFzkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xM9fNCHB8GQ/s320/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estava eu vendo o Profissão Repórter dessa semana que falou sobre amores... Quem me conheçe sabe muuuito bem que eu não sou nem um pouco melosa e romântica (tá vaaai, bem pouquinho, lá no fundinho eu sou um pouco sim), mas eu resolvi ver do que se tratava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dentre as histórias, tinha a de um homem suuuuuper apaixonado, que era músico (daqueles que cantam músicas romantésimas em churrascaria) e que só pensava lá na mulher que ele ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mas era tão chato, mais tão chato que o homem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SÓ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pensava na tal mulher que ele não via há 20 anos. Tudo o que ele fazia era pra tal mulher, tinha feito desenho, música, guardado fotos, enfim, o homem era um maníaco!!!! Imagina só um cara que tudo o que você disser, ele acha lindo, todas as suas atitudes ele é a favor, todas as suas sugesões ele aceita, até se você soltar um pum ele aplaude de pé!!! E que nunca, mas nunca desgruda de você!! Cara, é uma merda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sinceramente, se eu gostasse de pessoas assim, eu casaria com aquelas bonequinhas irritantes que quando você aperta a mão dizem uma coisa feliz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Triseza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas uma coisa lá que eu vi e que achei bonitinha: os idosos amando novamente *.* Tãããããããããããão cute cute ver os coroas lá dançano juntinhos... um amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO4uB7q37zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iXtQAhnmEMs/s1600-h/idosos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255188425920212786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO4uB7q37zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iXtQAhnmEMs/s320/idosos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem mais delongas, vou&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;já&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/6231682534871899170-3324036713026415668?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3324036713026415668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=3324036713026415668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3324036713026415668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3324036713026415668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/cruel-muito-cruel-julyana-noronha.html' title='Cruel, muito cruel, Julyana Noronha.'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SO4tJevFzkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xM9fNCHB8GQ/s72-c/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-179474024811966782</id><published>2008-10-07T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:36:44.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Marola (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Bem, graças à Darlene, eu estou aqui para contar meu amor de inverno. Sim, eu tive um "caso" de inverno! Com ele &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(dããããããã)&lt;/span&gt; , Seu Marola. Como aconteçeu??? Foi assim:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estava Julyana junto com os adolescentes da iecp e outros aí no acampamento da Tia Márcia, passando suas "felizes férias". Daí acontece o que aconteçe com um monte de adolescente junto: o amor, aquele sentimento singelo e puro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(eu disse puro porque é amor, não confunda as coisas)&lt;/span&gt; que deixa as pessoas bobas e suspirando pelos cantos. E Julyana, ficava como???? Sozinha vagando pelo sítio&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ( tá, mentira, eu ficava no quarto fazendo bagunça e acabando com meu estoque de balas Juquinha)&lt;/span&gt; . Foi então, que num belo dia, houve um bafafá lá no querto graças à chegada da mãe do Matheus e a mãe do...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (merda, esqueçi o nome dele)&lt;/span&gt; que foram fazer uma visitinha lá no "santuário" onde minha ilustre pessoa junto com ilustríssimas amigas dormíamos e fez a seguinte pergunta: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Quem tá afim do meu filho aí, heim???"&lt;/span&gt; Dessa vez não foi eu que fui acusada de tal feito... Mas, como não poderia faltar, foi feito o seguinte ritual: a formação de pares no quartinho, e ficou assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Larissa e Jonas &lt;strong&gt;(dã)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letícia e Fernando (dãã) &lt;strong&gt;mas o Carqui era um grande concorrente, né Lê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josi e Diego &lt;strong&gt;(dããã)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darlene e... e quem mesmo, amiga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yasmin e Diogo &lt;strong&gt;(passado, amiga, passado)
&lt;/strong&gt;Nanazinha e seus dois pretendentes :Jhonatha Matheus e o grotesco &lt;strong&gt;(ai gente, me lembra o nome dele, por favoooor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Julyana Noronha????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cri-cri..... (5 minutos)...... "A Julyana quer romançe com o &lt;strong&gt;Seu Marola&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Bah, né! Pensei que viria bombas pra mim &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( da última vez foi o Guilherme... não o meu primo cute cute de 1 mês)&lt;/span&gt;, mas não!! veio sim, um ser dígno respeitado que tinha uma plantação de maconha no seu quintal e que criava cabras &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(eu disse ca-bras)&lt;/span&gt; ... Tá, elas não tiraram essa conclusão assim da noite para a noite, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(...não me vêm o nome do pretentende da Darlinha, brow!! acho que é jé, jô...)&lt;/span&gt; é que eu seeempre levantava primeiro do que todas, era eu quem me prontificava pra pegar as toalhas lá fora.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E foi assim que elas descobriram... Tenho que dizer que o coroa... é... ih, ó! Se mete na minha intimidade não, rapá! Mas assim, ai gente, fico até incabulada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Zoa, zoa!!! Só sei que saí daquele sítio com o coração na mão porque tive que largá-lo... e o pior... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bebete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; se interessou por ele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(grrrraaaaaaawwwwwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tá gente, tudo isso é brincadeira, oquei? leve pro lado da verdade não, heim!! Quase tudo, menos as partes dos casais formados, menos os "2 maridos" da Nanazinha e o meu "príncipe", tá?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cara lembrei! É o Jadson, né Darlinha???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pronto, postei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Repetindo, só porque a Darlene da Silva Ramos Rosa pediu! Só por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOviwgGzfUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7AvrAPX4rAg/s1600-h/acampa+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254542713137888578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOviwgGzfUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7AvrAPX4rAg/s320/acampa+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a de sutiã é a Darlene!!  Tee amo, pretinhaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bú&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/6231682534871899170-179474024811966782?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/179474024811966782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=179474024811966782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/179474024811966782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/179474024811966782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/seu-marola-l.html' title='Seu Marola (L)'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOviwgGzfUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7AvrAPX4rAg/s72-c/acampa+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-5458360941116269658</id><published>2008-09-30T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:24:01.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas estranhas acontecem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Segunda - feira, 29 de setembro de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu tava me arrumando pra ir pra escola como costumo fazer todos os 6 dias da semana. Até que eu jogo o cabelo para um lado, jogo o cabelo para o outro e chego a conclusão de... nada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então, eu na minha grande indignação e com meus cabelos ao léu, peço desesperadamente: Meu Deeeeus!! Dai-me criatividade!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E de repente as luz pisca... E o pior, foi sozina... Foi então que nesta mesma hora eu, arregalo meus olhos e fico meio... é... Ah! É muito difícil explicar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Desde aquela hora coisas muito estranhas aconteçeram!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Acredida que eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(logo eu)&lt;/span&gt; ensinei matemática para alguém?????? É inacreditável! Isso aconteçe uma vez a cada muitos anos. e depois, quando eu fui pra curso de inglês, recebi a minha prova e a enorme alegria invadiu meu eu interior e exterior &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(fundo musical de um violino, por favor)&lt;/span&gt;! Sim,eu tirei 50, a tão cobiçada nota máxima!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O mundo tá se acabando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia 31 de outubro tem apresentação de dança, se você por um acaso quiser ver minha beleza rara em ação, é só ir, oquei? Eu ainda não sei o lugar, as quando souber eu te aviso! E sim, eu ainda irei pra aniversário da Rayza de noite. Ou seja, Julyana Noronha estará mais "atenta" do que no aniversário da Lara. Peço desculpa antecipadas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem vídeos dessa vez, oquei?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOInppzOaKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wB0DTvrT828/s1600-h/setembro+2008+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251803712016246946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOInppzOaKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wB0DTvrT828/s320/setembro+2008+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;chocolate&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/6231682534871899170-5458360941116269658?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5458360941116269658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=5458360941116269658' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5458360941116269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/5458360941116269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisas-estranhas-acontecem.html' title='Coisas estranhas acontecem...'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SOInppzOaKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wB0DTvrT828/s72-c/setembro+2008+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-382129548865536732</id><published>2008-09-28T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:44:11.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve Sam!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sexta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estava Julyana toda infeliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(por estar na escola depois de ter tomado um banho terrível de chuva e com seu tênis agora imundo por causa da mesma)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assistindo a aula tão esperada de geografia, quando ele, Luciano Show começa a falar da bendita poeira cósmica. Até que ele lembra de Sam, seu faecido cão.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Daí que ele começa a contar a história...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"eu tinha um cacho que se chamama Sam. Um dia, Sam morreu e ninguem quis enterrá-lo. Eu porém, enterrei o Sam no quintal de casa, perto de um pé de abacate. E desde então o abacate saiu mior e mais gostoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (pequena pausa)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E eu tomei muita vitamina de abacate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(média pausa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E eu tenho restos do Sam em mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(grande pausa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por isso que em noite de lua cheia eu fico uivando...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(enoooorme pausa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaawwwwww  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E de repente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E a Zêh como sempre:&lt;strong&gt; kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sim, nós, assim como Luciano Show, temos um pouco de Sam em nós!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ah é!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ler é bom, oquei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-382129548865536732?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/382129548865536732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=382129548865536732' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/382129548865536732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/382129548865536732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/salve-sam.html' title='Salve Sam!!!'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SN_LSJ22hhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2QK7YjcR1u0/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-2843143889461256113</id><published>2008-09-28T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:16:56.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>Pois é. Depois de meses e longos meses pela busca da minha criatividade e força de vontade perdidas, aqui estou eu!! Sim, Julyana Noronha voltou ao seu ofício de blogueira sem mais o que fazer (aplausos por favor).
&lt;div&gt;Mas voltei com uma única finalidade momentânea: contar coisas que (por incrível que pareça) só aconteçem comigo, como por exemplo a minha capacidade de nerdificação apenas e exclusivamente no final do ano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, então desconciderem os posts anteriores, as minhas mudanças de blog (nesse momento eu nem lembro o nome desse) e Bem-vindos novamente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SN_JrcepBWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UPB3InfA4OU/s1600-h/200550627-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251137438753555810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SN_JrcepBWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UPB3InfA4OU/s320/200550627-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah é!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ler faz bem oquei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-2843143889461256113?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2843143889461256113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=2843143889461256113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2843143889461256113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2843143889461256113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SN_JrcepBWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UPB3InfA4OU/s72-c/200550627-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-8095510684926176670</id><published>2008-09-10T09:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:15:45.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi, barracos e bla blá blá!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Estava eu, toda sorridente e ansiosa entrando na escola pra tomar a tal pepsi que seria liberada &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(como disse pra Darlinha, pobre adora coisa de graça)&lt;/span&gt;. Então entrei na escola e fui pegar a tal pepsi 3. Gente!!! Tinha droga, muita droga naquela pepsi...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;De toda a população da ETEAB que bebeu aquela pepsi, todas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(repito)&lt;/span&gt; t-o-d-a-s ficaram loucas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mais do que já são é claro)&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E Julyana Noronha então???? Bah cara! fiquei muito, muito, mais muito doida mesmo!!!! Acho que não falaria coca-cola mas sim "ó-a óla"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Depoooois, na aula de psicologia a professora fez a tal da tão esperada lavagem de roupa suja lá na sala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequência: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BARRACO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foi assim: O Felipe tirou a Miss Simpatia e disse que ela apareçia toda cortada, que tinha amigos estranhos e que fazia voodoo. E Miss Simpatia se revoltou!!! Disse que ele era idiota e tals &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(pensei que ela ia dizer que era a nº1 novamente)&lt;/span&gt; ... Aí a profª deisse: "e como você &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(miss simpatia)&lt;/span&gt; se define?" Pronto! Deu-se a desgraça!!!! E bicha começou a dar fora na professora, a professora ficou absmada... E Julyana Noronha??? Morreeeeeendo de rir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMfG0czUTaI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fmv6zegaI34/s1600-h/barraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244378895483162018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMfG0czUTaI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fmv6zegaI34/s320/barraco.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aí o Dérick tirou a Bia &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(tá, como se vocês soubessem muito quem é, mas deixa eu continuar)&lt;/span&gt; aí na descrição dele, ele disse que as pessoas lá da sala falavam que a Bia jogava no outro time... Aí foi o bafafá unânime!!! Todo mundo quis saber o porquê! E Julyana Noronha??? Morreeeeeendo de rir!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então ele disse: ué! as pessoas dizem " ah, Bia é menina, eu acho". E Julyana Noronha??? Não, dessa vez eu não morri de rir, dessa vez eu soltei o comentário alto: "cara eu falo isso de você"
Nesse momento, todo mundo resolveu calar a boca e somente a minha voz saiu...
E então houve o silêncio comunitário e... mudaram de assunto.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Concluindo: eu fiquei sob efeito da pepsi durante o dia todo... a sala não ficou com um clima pesado apesar dos aconteçimentos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(todo mundo lá se ama).&lt;/span&gt; E eu tive que fazer pipis umas 18 vezes por causa das minhas crises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMfG_eH_SlI/AAAAAAAAALg/FPFaXMlDTCc/s1600-h/pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244379084816861778" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMfG_eH_SlI/AAAAAAAAALg/FPFaXMlDTCc/s320/pepsi.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;já.&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/6231682534871899170-8095510684926176670?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8095510684926176670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=8095510684926176670' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8095510684926176670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/8095510684926176670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/pepsi-barracos-e-bla-bl-bl.html' title='Pepsi, barracos e bla blá blá!!!'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMfG0czUTaI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fmv6zegaI34/s72-c/barraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-3981493433980910555</id><published>2008-09-07T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:36:37.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Né nada de interessante não!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Só mesmo pra mostrar que eu me apaixonei por essa maçã!!!
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMP0Wb2tUDI/AAAAAAAAALE/E7jh8CPwSis/s1600-h/jucemiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243303057460908082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMP0Wb2tUDI/AAAAAAAAALE/E7jh8CPwSis/s320/jucemiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Fala sério, não é simpática????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMP0w8rGfBI/AAAAAAAAALM/MKIEmG6pBe8/s1600-h/linha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243303512947194898" style="WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 4px" height="4" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMP0w8rGfBI/AAAAAAAAALM/MKIEmG6pBe8/s320/linha.jpg" width="686" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-3981493433980910555?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3981493433980910555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=3981493433980910555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3981493433980910555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/3981493433980910555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMP0Wb2tUDI/AAAAAAAAALE/E7jh8CPwSis/s72-c/jucemiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231682534871899170.post-2281411105183804142</id><published>2008-09-06T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:48:02.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>voltei-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bem gente, tá acontecendo o seguinte... Como sempre, eu excluí o blog que eu tinha sem querer, então lá se foram os posts, a criatividade e a paciência&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(principalmente)&lt;/span&gt;. E nesse tempo de ausência eu venho dizer que eu &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt; aprendi muitas coisas, como por exemplo que Cátia Rocha pode sim rir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É, você leu bem, el realmente ri!!! E ainda conta piadas. Descobri também que eu definitivamente não sirvo para casar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(porque dizem que a pessoa quando faz comida boa, ela pode casar, então eu não casarei nunca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; outra coisa é que eu não quero mais morar com minhas amigas em um apartamento &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( a gente briga demais por nada qando estamos vivendo juntas)&lt;/span&gt;. Ah é!!! Já ia esquecendo!! Estou compromissada com o Seu Marola *.* &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(depois eu explico)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sem contar o fato de uma velinha quase ter me assassinado no ponto do ônibus hoje e de eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ter ficado de recuperação em francês!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bem, hoje eu conheci um paraibinha suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper legal! Depois eu dou mais notícias sobre mim!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;preciso fazer mais coisas para o blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sem mais delongas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ah é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMMHe3zq9oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GTGq0_JcKmM/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243042618147534466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMMHe3zq9oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GTGq0_JcKmM/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Só pra florear o ambiente!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231682534871899170-2281411105183804142?l=periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2281411105183804142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231682534871899170&amp;postID=2281411105183804142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2281411105183804142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231682534871899170/posts/default/2281411105183804142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://periperciasdesimportantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/voltei-me.html' title='voltei-me'/><author><name>Julyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120648056482423646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SjQke8elv2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8qVEPBacMJ4/S220/janeiro+2009+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp-I-U9bAHI/SMMHe3zq9oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GTGq0_JcKmM/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
