<?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-2839809135240191217</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:43:59.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Em Vila Abobrinha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-728592971536439448</id><published>2010-01-09T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:44:12.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal aprova casamento gay</title><content type='html'>1. Interessante aprovar o casamento gay e impedir a adoção, ou seja, os homossexuais continuam sem igualdade de direitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mais interessante ainda é aprovar o casamento gay em um país extremamente preconceituoso e conservador, de mentalidade pequena em que a sociedade, por si só, já desaprova a homossexualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma lei de pura fachada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Pol%C3%ADtica/um-brinde-a-liberdade-celebra-na-rua-a-decisao-do-parlamento_1416900"&gt;http://www.publico.pt/Pol%C3%ADtica/um-brinde-a-liberdade-celebra-na-rua-a-decisao-do-parlamento_1416900&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a matéria do Jornal Público de Lisboa, os comentários dos leitores são impagáveis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-728592971536439448?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/728592971536439448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2010/01/portugal-aprova-casamento-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/728592971536439448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/728592971536439448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2010/01/portugal-aprova-casamento-gay.html' title='Portugal aprova casamento gay'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-2756571000422012828</id><published>2009-12-25T19:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:56:17.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição musical</title><content type='html'>Estou louca com esse DVD... Amo o George com todas as minhas forças!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAVK0VGCtig&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAVK0VGCtig&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-2756571000422012828?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2756571000422012828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfeicao-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/2756571000422012828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/2756571000422012828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfeicao-musical.html' title='Perfeição musical'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-4255084644968773177</id><published>2009-12-16T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:13:23.128Z</updated><title type='text'>No Rodoviária Sete Rios (Lisboa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Eu&lt;/b&gt;: Senhor, que horas o ônibus chega em Coimbra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motorista&lt;/b&gt;: Não sei a que horas chega, só sei a que horas sai, nunca sei quanto tempo levo de um lugar pro outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu&lt;/b&gt;: huahuahuahauhuahuahau (o cara era um senhor de cabelo branco, só devia ser motorista a vida inteira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motorista&lt;/b&gt;: Esse é o ônibus das 14:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu&lt;/b&gt;: Ué, mas não é o de meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motorista&lt;/b&gt;: Sim, esse é o de meio-dia, aliás, o das 12h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: fiquei sem saber o horário de chegada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-4255084644968773177?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4255084644968773177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-rodoviaria-sete-rios-lisboa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4255084644968773177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4255084644968773177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-rodoviaria-sete-rios-lisboa.html' title='No Rodoviária Sete Rios (Lisboa)'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-7909673933891339395</id><published>2009-12-07T17:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:38:20.977Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu grido tb!!!!</title><content type='html'>Não sou a favor de dar esmolas nem de doação de dinheiro, sem dúvidas &lt;b&gt;não &lt;/b&gt;é essa a maneira com a qual hei de contribuir para ajudar os outros. Doaria sangue, se os manés portugueses deixassem, mesmo tendo a minha vida sexual florida (se bem que ultimamente nem anda tanto assim...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri então a maneira perfeita para contribuir pra melhorar o mundo e &lt;b&gt;nunca &lt;/b&gt;imaginei que um blog criado para falar besteira (já que eu falo &lt;b&gt;pouca &lt;/b&gt;besteira "offline") pudesse me ajudar a divulgar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi hj na TV (como a programação da Globo melhorou no horário antes das 7h da manhã...) uma reportagem sobre o site &lt;b&gt;EU GRIDO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.eugrido.com.br/"&gt;www.eugrido.com.br&lt;/a&gt;) e fui fuçar pra ver como funcionava. Como cientista e principalmente como cidadã (do mundo) fiquei encantada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funciona assim: baixando um programinha no site podemos disponibilizar a memória ociosa do nosso computador (naquelas horinhas que eu fico tomando café com um e com outro, sabe?) para contribuir com a pesquisa científica mundial. Achei simplesmente fantástico e vim aqui mostrar pra vcs, pois podemos todos contribuir! O site oficial é: www.worldcommunitygrid.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Sx09fkxkGhI/AAAAAAAAADY/nEkSUooFO7I/s1600-h/spacer.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Sx09fkxkGhI/AAAAAAAAADY/nEkSUooFO7I/s320/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Beijinhos a todos!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-7909673933891339395?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7909673933891339395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-grido-tb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/7909673933891339395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/7909673933891339395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-grido-tb.html' title='Eu grido tb!!!!'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Sx09fkxkGhI/AAAAAAAAADY/nEkSUooFO7I/s72-c/spacer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-6378531207756694060</id><published>2009-12-05T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:11:00.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Divisão de Bens entre Adão e Eva ...</title><content type='html'>Quando Deus criou Adão e Eva, disse aos dois:&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho dois presentes para distribuir entre vocês: um é para fazer xixi em pé e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adão, ansiosíssimo, interrompeu, gritando:&lt;br /&gt;- Eu! Eu! Eu! Eu! Eu quero, por favor... Senhor, por favor, por favor, Sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilitar-me- ia a vida substancialmente! Por favor! Por favor! Por favor! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva concordou e disse que essas coisas não tinham importância para ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, Deus presenteou Adão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adão ficou maravilhado. Gritava de alegria, corria pelo jardim do Éden fazendo xixi em todas as árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correu pela Praia fazendo desenhos com seu xixi na areia. Brincava de chafariz. Acendia uma fogueirinha e brincava de bombeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus e Eva contemplavam o homem louco de felicidade, até que&amp;nbsp;Eva perguntou a Deus:&lt;br /&gt;- E... Qual é o outro presente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Cérebro, Eva, cérebro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-6378531207756694060?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6378531207756694060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/divisao-de-bens-entre-adao-e-eva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6378531207756694060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6378531207756694060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/divisao-de-bens-entre-adao-e-eva.html' title='Divisão de Bens entre Adão e Eva ...'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-5243681949934571677</id><published>2009-12-04T12:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:02:24.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Do casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CIsabella%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Outro dia estava esperando fechar o sinal pra poder atravessar a Paulista e parei do lado de um coroa muito gato (agora tô com mania de coroa). Olhei pra mão e vi uma aliança de todo tamanho: virei pro outro lado. EU?? Entendeu? EU virei pro outro lado!!! Onde foi parar aquela pessoa que cagava pra casamento e que tocava o terror mesmo. Onde foi parar aquela mulher de personalidade forte??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Pois é, foi assim que percebi que eu, depois de velha, resolvi respeitar a instituição “casamento”. O dos outros, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;A verdade é que, no fundo, toda mulher quer casar, mesmo as que têm pavor a casamento. Já estamos pré-formatadas pra querer isso. O que muda são os propósitos: há quem queira constituir família e arrume um homem que seja reprodutor e provedor; há veja o casamento como degrau pra subir na vida e veja homem como banco; há quem acredite em almas gêmeas ou no que algum deus tenha escrito. Há quem goste da idéia de “um dia de princesa” e tenha a necessidade de mostrar pros outros o quanto a maquiagem tá linda, de quanto a festa foi cara e o quão cândido é o seu vestido. Há quem queira simplesmente um passaporte pro mundo. Há quem goste do desafio de “converter” um homem e convencê-lo a viver uma vida que pra ele não é natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; Acho que se tivesse que me encaixar em algum desses (embora ainda não enxergue o casamento com bons olhos) seria essa última hipótese. Estou certa? Não. Mas quem pode dizer que estou errada, se pela minha lógica nem o mais inocente dos propósitos casamenteiros é de todo inocente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não sabia os propósitos da mulher por trás da aliança do meu coroa, mas respeitei mesmo assim. Essa idade é mesmo uma merda, né? Perdemos o pouco de espontaneidade que há em nós e deixamos nossas crenças mais absurdas de lado, não por convicção, mas por algum tipo de companheirismo feminino virtual. Ou simplesmente por preguiça. Sim, preguiça se encaixa melhor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-5243681949934571677?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5243681949934571677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-casamento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5243681949934571677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5243681949934571677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-casamento.html' title='Do casamento'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-8991949956432912451</id><published>2009-12-03T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:01:15.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Devia ser proibido...</title><content type='html'>... uma bunda dessa passar sozinha sem minha mão perto pra dar uma apertada... Pqp, Adriano, parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Sxe2kF236ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ty95FGa4cL0/s1600-h/adriano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Sxe2kF236ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ty95FGa4cL0/s320/adriano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-8991949956432912451?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8991949956432912451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/devia-ser-proibido.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-4410657366238777156</id><published>2009-12-01T16:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:24:14.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Em homenagem à comunidade nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzxR8OH-fDQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzxR8OH-fDQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22384%22%20height=%22313%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/0PYqosH7Qrc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/0PYqosH7Qrc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20width=%22384%22%20height=%22313%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="313" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PYqosH7Qrc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PYqosH7Qrc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" 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type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-homenagem-comunidade-nerd-de-sp.html' title='Em homenagem à comunidade nerd'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-4406983024354207326</id><published>2009-11-30T14:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:59:57.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita in Metrópolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Florzinha in Metrópolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; recebeu a ilustre visita de &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vivs Cabelos de Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que veio me resgatar da solidão e da depressão da cidade grande. Mas, claro, a felicidade tem um preço e esse preço é altíssimo pro baixo orçamento de uma superpoderosa atrapalhada e compulsiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levou pra comer comida japonesa na Liberdade (rombo), pra comprar esmalte numa loja de cosméticos de 7 andares (rombo), feirinha de artesanato na Paulista (quase rombo, desse vez me controlei, mas não fiquei muito feliz não...), jantar no Mc Donald's (rombo financeiro e 50000 calorias a mais...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fofocar por horas e horas: &lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;NÃO TEM PREÇO&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SxPgkjdGnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tz-XHQC3qm8/s1600/113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SxPgkjdGnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tz-XHQC3qm8/s320/113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das piadinhas do Clarque Quente? Hummmm... I don't think so! Saudades de receber comida na cama, ah, isso até que sim!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-4406983024354207326?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4406983024354207326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/visita-in-metropolis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4406983024354207326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4406983024354207326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/visita-in-metropolis.html' title='Visita in Metrópolis'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SxPgkjdGnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tz-XHQC3qm8/s72-c/113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-3649946066576334949</id><published>2009-11-27T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:16:58.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Matemáticas e geografias...</title><content type='html'>O carnaval de Salvador dura 7 dias. São 7 dias em que os soteropolitanos desaparecem e a cidade fica abarrotada de paulistas gatos pra gente pegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo, novembro - Só tem nordestino e japonês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra onde vão os paulistas gatos durante o ano???&lt;/b&gt; Em SP eles não estão, eu garanto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-3649946066576334949?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3649946066576334949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/matematicas-e-geografias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3649946066576334949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3649946066576334949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/matematicas-e-geografias.html' title='Matemáticas e geografias...'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-3822559489813621403</id><published>2009-11-25T12:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:56:14.724Z</updated><title type='text'>Impressões sobre Metrópolis II</title><content type='html'>Meu pai: "O problema de São Paulo é esse: você anda, anda, anda e nunca chega a Ipanema"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um sábio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-3822559489813621403?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3822559489813621403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/impressoes-sobre-metroplis-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3822559489813621403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3822559489813621403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/impressoes-sobre-metroplis-ii.html' title='Impressões sobre Metrópolis II'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-3229796824911628970</id><published>2009-11-25T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:15:12.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Impressões sobre Metrópolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Florzinha diz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;vc acredita que eu to com saudade da Vila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel diz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;mentira&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;só pode ser mentira&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou vc tá bebada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;tá bebendo todo dia agora é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;(Esse diálogo é verídico) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-3229796824911628970?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3229796824911628970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/impressoes-sobre-metropolis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3229796824911628970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3229796824911628970'/><link 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sexual nos últimos seis meses?". Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só me faço três míseros questionamentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Como é que me permitiram doar sangue esses anos todos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Como é que vou fazer para doar nos próximos, já que a chance de eu não mudar de parceiro em seis longuíssimos meses é aproximadamente zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Por que eu não menti ao responder o questionário?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SvxrzaW2XuI/AAAAAAAAACw/TXaGkVackfQ/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SvxrzaW2XuI/AAAAAAAAACw/TXaGkVackfQ/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O médico (tão velho quanto a posição de cagar) se definiu como um romântico e por este motivo não me deixou doar, além do mais, ficou cheio de dedos para colocar na minha ficha que não tinha podido doar por este motivo, como se eu estivesse preocupada como o que os outros fossem pensar da minha vida sexual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Interessante é que no mesmo questionário tem a seguinte pergunta: "Fez sexo em troca de dinheiro ou drogas nos últimos seis meses?". A essa eu respondi negativamente, mas a fama que acabei levando é a mesma... Ou seja: antes tivesse cobrando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas de português... Aliás, coisa de brasileira em Portugal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-4945721654488761516?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4945721654488761516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-fui-rejeitada-na-hora-de-doar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4945721654488761516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4945721654488761516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-fui-rejeitada-na-hora-de-doar.html' title='Dando por aí...'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/SvxrzaW2XuI/AAAAAAAAACw/TXaGkVackfQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-3439814289733075291</id><published>2009-11-12T08:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:41:19.218Z</updated><title type='text'>Durante apagão no Rio, Madonna fica sem luz por menos de um minuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O local, onde está hospedada a cantora Madonna, ficou no escuro por menos de um         minuto, e&amp;nbsp;era um dos poucos na orla de Ipanema com iluminação.         Na hora da suspensão do fornecimento de energia, a cantora         jantava com empresários no Fasano Al mare, em uma mesa isolada e         preparada especialmente para ela nos fundos do restaurante." &lt;/i&gt;(www.globo.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Não adianta colocar a culpa na política, na má administração: só ficou sem luz quem não tem dinheiro pra ter um gerador próprio ou quem não está hospedado em um hotel que tenha... Ou quem não está no Brasil... hehehe&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-3439814289733075291?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3439814289733075291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/durante-apagao-no-rio-madonna-fica-sem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3439814289733075291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3439814289733075291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/durante-apagao-no-rio-madonna-fica-sem.html' title='Durante apagão no Rio, Madonna fica sem luz por menos de um minuto'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-6366183517681636520</id><published>2009-11-10T14:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:54:10.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversar com bêbado teria mil vezes mais lógica...</title><content type='html'>Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;vi um filme muito doido com a Monica Bellucci e a Sophie Marceau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Nome do filme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;(nao sei quem eh sophie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Ne te retourne pas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;retourne =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;retourner é voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;mas eles traduziram como "não olhe para trás"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;mas nao eh imperativo, em frances, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;seria "nao volto pra vc"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;vc tá bebado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;to perguntando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;aff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;olha a tradução, aff, e sua pergunta será respondida, aff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;to perguntando qq a traducao literal, porra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;que lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;vc falando porra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;nossa, SP te faz mesmo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;a trad é essa mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;voltar no sentido de virar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;mas esse "te" eh o clitico de 2a pessoa mesmo, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;to conversando sobre o filme, caralho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;deixa de ser nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Entao, conta o filme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;agora perdi o tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;assistir filme frances tb eh ser nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ganhar ingressos pro festival de cinema francês é coisa de nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-6366183517681636520?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6366183517681636520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversar-com-bebado-teria-mil-vezes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6366183517681636520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6366183517681636520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversar-com-bebado-teria-mil-vezes.html' title='Conversar com bêbado teria mil vezes mais lógica...'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-6684885615934320233</id><published>2009-11-06T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:51:28.540Z</updated><title type='text'>ClarQUENTE de quente não tem nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém ensina pro &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ClarQUENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que fogo no rabo é pra queimar mesmo? &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Queima e derrete mesmo&lt;/span&gt; e não tem nem livro sagrado nem manual chomskyniano que ensinem isso, mas é uma verdade universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Clar &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;QUENTE&lt;/span&gt; mas tgem medo de fogo? Como é que pode isso? Fala pra ele jamais se manda uma mulher na TPM parar de queimar o que quer que seja? Alguém ensina, pelo amor de Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Um chocolatinho URGENTE, por favor!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-6684885615934320233?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6684885615934320233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarquente-de-quente-nao-tem-nada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6684885615934320233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/6684885615934320233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarquente-de-quente-nao-tem-nada.html' title='ClarQUENTE de quente não tem nada'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-2092656926414130062</id><published>2009-11-05T17:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:25:52.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Não mude uma vírgula da informação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Muito legal a campanha dos 100 anos da ABI&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Associação Brasileira de Imprensa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vírgula pode ser uma pausa... ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não, espere.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não espere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela pode sumir com seu dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;23,4.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2,34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pode criar heróis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isso só, ele resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isso só ele resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela pode ser a solução.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vamos perder, nada foi resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vamos perder nada, foi resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A vírgula muda uma opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não queremos saber.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não, queremos saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A vírgula pode condenar ou salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não tenha clemência!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não, tenha clemência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uma vírgula muda tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ABI: 100 anos lutando para que ninguém mude uma vírgula da sua informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes Adicionais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;SE O HOMEM SOUBESSE O VALOR QUE TEM A MULHER ANDARIA DE QUATRO À SUA&amp;nbsp;PROCURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Se você for mulher, certamente colocou a vírgula depois de MULHER!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Se você for homem, colocou a vírgula depois de TEM ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Post clichê, mas eu adoro essas paradinhas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-2092656926414130062?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2092656926414130062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-mude-uma-virgula-da-informacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/2092656926414130062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/2092656926414130062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-mude-uma-virgula-da-informacao.html' title='Não mude uma vírgula da informação'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-5329915734222464241</id><published>2009-11-05T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:05:26.760Z</updated><title type='text'>O sumiço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sumiu uma colher (no meio de um milhão de colheres) na semana passada e a menina que mora comigo veio me perguntar se eu sabia onde estava. OLHA A REPUTAÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa de gente da Vila Abobrinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-5329915734222464241?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5329915734222464241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-sumico.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5329915734222464241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5329915734222464241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-sumico.html' title='O sumiço'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-3911353186365712488</id><published>2009-11-04T18:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:05:10.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Por que aluno inglês aprende mais que brasileiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Parece absurdo, mas educação é dinheiro sim. Estão diretamente ligados, pois está comprovado que educação em um país desenvolvido é melhor do que em um país subdesenvolvido: professores motivados, instalações admiráveis, comunidades sem grandes problemas sociais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Concordo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o que dizer do ensino de alto e de baixo nível dentro de uma mesmo país? Vamos tomar o Brasil como exemplo: temos escolas de ponta, professores bem pagos e de alta qualidade, por que esse ensino não pode ser comparado com o dos países desenvolvidos? Seria uma questão cultural, uma questão de mentalidade??&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Achei interessante essa entrevista. Dêem uma olhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/noticia/educacao/aluno-ingles-aprende-mais-brasileiro-509435.shtml%20"&gt;http://veja.abril.com.br/noticia/educacao/aluno-ingles-aprende-mais-brasileiro-509435.shtml &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nossa, assunto sério, né? E as pessoas achando que esse blog ia ser legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-3911353186365712488?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3911353186365712488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-que-aluno-ingles-aprende-mais-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3911353186365712488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/3911353186365712488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-que-aluno-ingles-aprende-mais-que.html' title='Por que aluno inglês aprende mais que brasileiro?'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-5169274727277402011</id><published>2009-11-03T14:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:50:16.003Z</updated><title type='text'>22 (Lily Allen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Essa música diz tudo sobre mulheres solteiras que, assim como eu, estão perto dos 30 e sentem o desespero bater à sua porta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXS0STX3aAg"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rE-Xam1hgJg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rE-Xam1hgJg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;(O clipe verdadeiro é muito maneiro, vale a pena ver:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXS0STX3aAg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXS0STX3aAg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When she was 22 the future looked bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;  But she's nearly 30 now and she's out every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that look in her face she's got that look in her eye &lt;br /&gt;She's thinking how did I get here and wondering why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's sad but it's true how society says &lt;br /&gt;Her life is already over &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;Til the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder &lt;br /&gt;It seems so unlikely in this day and age &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She's got an alright job but it's not a career &lt;br /&gt;Wherever she thinks about it, it brings her to tears &lt;br /&gt;Cause all she wants is a boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;She gets one-night stands &lt;br /&gt;She's thinking how did I get here &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's sad but it's true how society says &lt;br /&gt;Her life is already over &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;Til the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder &lt;br /&gt;It seems so unlikely in this day and age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Grifei em vermelho as passagens mais importantes da música (a música inteira praticamente!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-5169274727277402011?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5169274727277402011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/22-lily-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5169274727277402011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/5169274727277402011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/22-lily-allen.html' title='22 (Lily Allen)'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-1195692476073439174</id><published>2009-11-03T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:36:44.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Escolhendo profissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su94WlJANqI/AAAAAAAAACg/IVzdNIQSv-k/s1600-h/Ana+Lopes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su94WlJANqI/AAAAAAAAACg/IVzdNIQSv-k/s400/Ana+Lopes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre que paro para pensar na vida, tenho a sensação de que errei de profissão... Esse cartaz é uma prova viva disso... Tenho a maior vocação pra stripper pq resolvi fazer Letras? Talvez já estivesse prevendo que ia ganhar uma barriguinha permanente e que ia me tornar uma velha rabugenta... Ainda bem que sempre tem alguém que é bem sucedido no que faz. A Ana Lopes que o diga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-1195692476073439174?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1195692476073439174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/escolhendo-profissao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/1195692476073439174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/1195692476073439174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/escolhendo-profissao.html' title='Escolhendo profissão'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su94WlJANqI/AAAAAAAAACg/IVzdNIQSv-k/s72-c/Ana+Lopes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839809135240191217.post-4971793503634562350</id><published>2009-11-02T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:49:11.967Z</updated><title type='text'>Só começando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é Florzinha. Nasci em Townsville, mas atualmente moro na Vila Abobrinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSPIRAÇÃO PARA O BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia desse blog surgiu em afronta ao blog de um amigo meu, o Clarque Quente que tira onda por viver na metrópole. A verdade é que a cabeça dele é meio pequena pra metrópole e a diversão da minha vida é substituir as suas idéias fixas e absurdas, pelas minhas, que são bem mais legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A GRANDE MISSÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, ele e a Vila Abobrinha estimulam a minha criatividade e desafiam a minha inteligência a cada minuto e é por isso que estou aqui, para dividir com vocês o prazer da missão de salvar o mundo da mediocridade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como toda missão que se preze eu tive que começar por algum lugar e é por esse motivo que vim parar na Vila Abobrinha. Deus falou: Frô, vai lá e salva essa galera. E é o que eu estou fazendo. Os habitantes daqui têm uma maneira de pensar um tanto quanto... questionável. Não, eles não são burros (que palavra feia!), eles pensam diferente, só isso. Há quem diga que seus cérebros quimicamente modificados. Tomara! Se assim for, ainda há esperança!!!&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURIOSIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vila Abobrinha, para quem não sabe, é a cidade do Chico Bento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839809135240191217-4971793503634562350?l=vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4971793503634562350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-comecando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4971793503634562350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839809135240191217/posts/default/4971793503634562350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilaabobrinha.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-comecando.html' title='Só começando...'/><author><name>Florzinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801753063494664352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6H4LxL66edA/Su7WfeHmhiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EicuUxH-yR0/S220/florzinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
