<?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-2384255521355136277</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:03:20.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um quarto de século</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-8261441538516863760</id><published>2009-02-17T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:06:44.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou viver mais uns três séculos e nunca vou entender porquê as pessoas dizem que vão te ligar e não ligam.&lt;br /&gt;Oi? Você tem a opção de não dizer isso. Se você não pretende ligar, não diga que vai.&lt;br /&gt;Ficadica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-8261441538516863760?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/8261441538516863760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=8261441538516863760' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/8261441538516863760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/8261441538516863760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2009/02/vou-viver-mais-uns-tres-seculos-e-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-928083546506644239</id><published>2009-02-01T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:09:45.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu sou uma pessoa muito muito muito indecisa.&lt;br /&gt;deve ser por isso que eu sou muito muito muito teimosa.&lt;br /&gt;eu demoro tanto a tomar uma decisão que, quando a tomo, nada me faz mudar de idéia.&lt;br /&gt;aí eu passo a ser teimosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-7760524909885065612</id><published>2009-02-01T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:50:18.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>certeza de que o bono vox escreveu "stuck in a moment you can't get out of" pensando em mim.&lt;br /&gt;certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought you were a fool&lt;br /&gt;But darling look at you&lt;br /&gt;You've got stand up straight, carry your own weight&lt;br /&gt;This tears are going nowhere, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better, now you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To worry like you do&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tough and you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of what you don't really need now... my oh my"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-7760524909885065612?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/7760524909885065612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=7760524909885065612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7760524909885065612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7760524909885065612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2009/02/certeza-de-que-o-bono-vox-escreveu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-3962831252021172888</id><published>2009-02-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:37:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>engraçado que, durante o dia inteiro, eu penso em milhares de coisas para escrever aqui. quando sento para escrever, os assuntos fogem.&lt;br /&gt;mas lembrei de uma coisa: eu atraio gente desagradável. e pior: ainda dou trela pra elas.&lt;br /&gt;falando isso porque outro dia saí com uns amigos e - que azar - encontrei umas pessoas com quem estudei no ensino médio (ai, que vontade de dizer "segundo grau").  oi, tudo bem, blábláblá, como anda a vida, essas coisas que somos obrigados a perguntar e dizer. só que, no fim da noite, um desses "conhecidos" resolve me pentelhar mais:&lt;br /&gt;- e aí, tá trabalhando?&lt;br /&gt;- não, não.&lt;br /&gt;- não? tá fazendo o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- nada, ainda estou vendo o que vou fazer porque eu me formei mas odeio jornalismo. enfim...&lt;br /&gt;- faz gastronomia.&lt;br /&gt;- não, obrigada. odeio cozinhar.&lt;br /&gt;- faz educação física.&lt;br /&gt;- ah, sabe de uma coisa? vou fazer nada, acho que vou é casar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sério. não basta eu estar completamente perdida? ainda tenho que ficar respondendo interrogatório de pessoas com quem eu mal falo?&lt;br /&gt;quando me perguntarem o que eu vou fazer agora, vou simplesmente dizer: nada. resolvi fazer nada. aff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-3962831252021172888?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/3962831252021172888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=3962831252021172888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3962831252021172888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3962831252021172888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2009/02/engracado-que-durante-o-dia-inteiro-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-591173550268002196</id><published>2009-01-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:50:21.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meu caps lock está ruim, então o post vai ficar feio mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu estava pensando em coisas que eu diria para um filho.&lt;br /&gt;não pretendo ter filhos, mas, se um dia os tiver, falarei o seguinte para as criaturas:&lt;br /&gt;- a vida é uma merda.&lt;br /&gt;- não, você não pode ser o que quiser nessa vida.&lt;br /&gt;- seguir seus sonhos não garante que você vai conseguir realizá-los.&lt;br /&gt;- seja sociável. seja até mesmo puxa-saco. suas chances de conseguir um bom emprego aumentarão.&lt;br /&gt;- arrume poucos e bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;- faça terapia e fale muito mal da sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por hoje, é só. vou pensar em mais coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-591173550268002196?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/591173550268002196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=591173550268002196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/591173550268002196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/591173550268002196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-caps-lock-esta-ruim-entao-o-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-7264275577915805019</id><published>2008-06-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:13:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou alguém que não tem muito o quê fazer. Portanto, uma das minhas diversões é conversar com atendentes de empresas que prestam serviços para mim. Ao constatar que minha MTV Brasil tinha sumido, liguei pra Sky. Depois de digitar muitos números, confirmar endereço, mostrar exame de sangue e cantar para a máquima que me atendeu, começa a diversão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Olá, Marcela, como posso te ajudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Oi! É que a minha MTV Brasil sumiu. Eu queria assistir ao 15 minutos outro dia, mas o canal 22 havia sumido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Certo. Isso aconteceu porque nós não renovamos contrato com a empresa. Para renovar, ela estava cobrando muito e isso aumentaria a fatura para os nossos clientes, como você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hhuuummm. Mas é o seguinte, né? Eu pago por x canais; se vocês tiram um e não colocam outro no lugar, a fatura deveria diminuir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Senhora, há outros canais que se parecem com a MTV Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mas eu não estou falando disso. Eu estou falando que eu quero que a minha fatura diminua. Ou que vocês me dêem HBO para preencher o vazio que a MTV deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não será possível. Os canais HBO são pagos à parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Puxa vida, mas eu estou muito triste! Eu não vou poder mais assistir ao Marcelo Adnet! Como esse vazio que ficou em minha vida será preenchido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Senhora, não estou compreendendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É, estou com muito tempo livre.&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/2384255521355136277-7264275577915805019?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/7264275577915805019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=7264275577915805019' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7264275577915805019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7264275577915805019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-sou-algum-que-no-tem-muito-o-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-3024281937879710663</id><published>2008-06-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:16:19.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quer acabar com a sua auto-estima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vá tirar uma foto 3X4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você só tem idéia do quanto pode ser feio ao tirar uma foto 3X4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O tamanho da foto é inversamente proporcional ao tamanho da humilhação.&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/2384255521355136277-3024281937879710663?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/3024281937879710663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=3024281937879710663' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3024281937879710663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3024281937879710663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/quer-acabar-com-sua-auto-estima-v-tirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-2577770367638767643</id><published>2008-06-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:12:23.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por fora, bela viola; por dentro, pão bolorento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu simplesmente amo esse ditado. Quando eu tenho a oportunidade de usá-lo, meu dia se ilumina.&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/2384255521355136277-2577770367638767643?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/2577770367638767643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=2577770367638767643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/2577770367638767643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/2577770367638767643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-fora-bela-viola-por-dentro-po.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-5343439008382170755</id><published>2008-06-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:26:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quero ser uma pessoa econômica. Decidi que não vou comprar nada desnecessário para a minha vida. O problema é que eu tô doida num daqueles lenços tipo palestino. Entrei na loja hoje, vi, peguei, experimentei, pensei e não levei. Saí da loja logo depois porque eu adorei várias blusinhas fofas. Lembrei de uma amiga da minha irmã, que costumava fugir dos shoppings para não olhar a vitrines e ficar com vontade de comprar mais uma calça jeans. Quando tinha que almoçar dentro de um, ela só entrava, comia e saía rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É, precisar de um lenço tipo palestino, eu não preciso. Mas eu quero. Maldita hora em que eu recebo um monte de catálogos de lojas na minha casa. É a tentação chegando através dos Correios. Vou pedir pro carteiro entregar no endereço errado.&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/2384255521355136277-5343439008382170755?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/5343439008382170755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=5343439008382170755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/5343439008382170755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/5343439008382170755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/quero-ser-uma-pessoa-econmica.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-36118021697357937</id><published>2008-06-01T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:33:42.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não gosto de ver as pessoas chorando. Principalmente se foi por causa de algo que eu fiz ou falei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre choro junto. Me incomoda até ver estranhos chorando. Me dá um aperto no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Acho que esse é um dos meus grandes defeitos: chorar com facilidade. É incontrolável, as lágrimas simplesmente aparecem. Se alguém tiver alguma dica de como deixar de ser assim, eu aceito.&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/2384255521355136277-36118021697357937?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/36118021697357937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=36118021697357937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/36118021697357937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/36118021697357937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-gosto-de-ver-as-pessoas-chorando.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-3732346322969320890</id><published>2008-06-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:16:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O GNT exibe um programa que eu adoro chamado Crianças do Milênio. É uma produção da BBC que pretende acompanhar durante 20 anos a vida de crianças nascidas no ano 2000. Um dos principais objetivos do projeto é descobrir o quanto o ambiente influencia a nossa personalidade. Nós já nascemos com certas características, determinadas pela nossa herança genética, ou a criação é que determina como seremos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enfim, assistindo a um episódio, vi um psicólogo (ou psiquiatra, não me lembro) dizendo que a nossa personalidade é moldada até os 30 anos. "Eu tenho jeito ainda", pensei. Coloquei um lembrete no celular: procurar um terapeuta. É um começo.&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/2384255521355136277-3732346322969320890?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/3732346322969320890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=3732346322969320890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3732346322969320890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3732346322969320890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-gnt-exibe-um-programa-que-eu-adoro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-6615043110277587470</id><published>2008-06-01T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:01:02.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltando da academia, vejo um senhor que andava com dificuldade pedindo ajuda para uma mulher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Me ajuda, moça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O que o senhor quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Estou com fome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...(com raiva, a mulher sai andando e deixa o senhor falando sozinho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É uma daquelas situações em que não sei se rio ou choro.&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/2384255521355136277-6615043110277587470?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/6615043110277587470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=6615043110277587470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/6615043110277587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/6615043110277587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/06/andando-na-rua-vejo-um-senhor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-1361360773193252716</id><published>2008-05-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:39:03.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alguém viu um emprego por aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É meu, tá? Digam para ele para me procurar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sou limpinha, não chego atrasada, faço questão de fazer tudo certinho e de não incomodar ninguém.&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/2384255521355136277-1361360773193252716?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/1361360773193252716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=1361360773193252716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/1361360773193252716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/1361360773193252716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/algum-viu-um-emprego-por-meu-t-digam.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-3075330352484648385</id><published>2008-05-30T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:15:12.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sabe um sentimento de inadequação? Tipo quando você vai a uma festa e percebe que não escolheu a roupa certa para a ocasião? Pois é, eu vivo nessa festa. Eu sempre me sinto inadequada quando se trata da minha mãe. Coisa alguma do que eu faço consegue agradar à minha progenitora. Não sei porque eu insisto em dar presentes, por exemplo. Sempre recebo uma (desculpe o termo) cara de bunda em troca. É gratificante.&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/2384255521355136277-3075330352484648385?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/3075330352484648385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=3075330352484648385' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3075330352484648385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3075330352484648385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabe-um-sentimento-de-inadequao-tipo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-7033261522191201794</id><published>2008-05-27T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:34:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fui ali ver o Flu em Buenos Aires e volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se não ganhar (bate na madeira), pelo menos compro alfajor.&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/2384255521355136277-7033261522191201794?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/7033261522191201794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=7033261522191201794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7033261522191201794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7033261522191201794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/fui-ali-ver-o-flu-em-buenos-aires-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-6830582283948170309</id><published>2008-05-27T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:32:56.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não, ele não vai se casar. Vai se mudar, voltar pra terra dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fazer o quê, né, minha gente? Só Regina Duarte salva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se você encontrar um homem bacana no Rio de Janeiro, tenha certeza de que ele não é daqui. Os rapazes legais moram em outros cantos do país. &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/2384255521355136277-6830582283948170309?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/6830582283948170309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=6830582283948170309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/6830582283948170309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/6830582283948170309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-ele-no-vai-se-casar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-7984900608450374536</id><published>2008-05-26T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:15:53.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recebo uma mensagem de texto às 9 da manhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Oi! Tenho novidades! Me ligue na hora do almoço, estou em reunião. Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A primeira coisa que eu penso é: pronto, vai se casar. Arrumou uma namorada, ficou noivo e vai me chamar para o casamento. Porque eu vou contar para vocês (?): eu dou muita sorte aos homens. É só eles me beijarem que logo conhecem o amor da vida deles. Ficou comigo? Vai arrumar alguém em 3 dias! Não precisa nem procurar essas Mães Fulanas por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se a novidade for interessante, eu conto aqui.&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/2384255521355136277-7984900608450374536?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/7984900608450374536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=7984900608450374536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7984900608450374536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7984900608450374536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/recebo-uma-mensagem-de-texto-s-9-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-1256356165455742084</id><published>2008-05-26T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:01:45.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por mensagem de texto...&lt;br /&gt;Ele:&lt;br /&gt;- Estava pensando em um programa mais QUENTE.&lt;br /&gt;Ela:&lt;br /&gt;- Tipo sauna, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a arte de sair pela tangente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-1256356165455742084?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/1256356165455742084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=1256356165455742084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/1256356165455742084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/1256356165455742084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-mensagem-de-texto.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-3323024311535433926</id><published>2008-05-25T20:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:36:27.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu tenho esse fascínio por pessoas lindas, como Brad Pitt e Alinne Moraes. Deve ser maravilhoso agradar às pessoas sem fazer absolutamente nada, só existindo. Quanto esforço seria poupado se eu tivesse o rosto da Luana Piovani. Não ia me esforçar para ser engraçadinha, espirituosa (adoro essa palavra), inteligente, nada disso. Ia só andar pelas ruas me sentindo o máximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que vida injusta, essa. Vamos esperar pela próxima (que eu espero que demore bastante a chegar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-3323024311535433926?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/3323024311535433926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=3323024311535433926' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3323024311535433926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/3323024311535433926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-tenho-esse-fascnio-por-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-2776869111863403571</id><published>2008-05-25T20:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:02:56.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca é tarde para desistir de alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi o que eu aprendi ao completar a faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-2776869111863403571?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/2776869111863403571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=2776869111863403571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/2776869111863403571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/2776869111863403571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/nunca-tarde-para-desistir-de-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384255521355136277.post-7303694732610951811</id><published>2008-05-25T20:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:01:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assistindo ao Irritando Fernanda Young, descobri que eu tenho duas coisas em comum com a SandyeJunior: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ela também não gosta de ficar mais velha; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ela também acha que as pessoas precisam de um bom pai e de uma boa mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que lindo é descobrir que a humanidade se iguala em certos pontos. Não é lindo descobrir que até a Sandy pode compartilhar das mesmas opiniões que você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma dica para a Sandy: não carrega tanto no blush. O ar de saudável dá lugar ao ar de acabei-de-sair-de-um-peeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384255521355136277-7303694732610951811?l=umquartode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/feeds/7303694732610951811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384255521355136277&amp;postID=7303694732610951811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7303694732610951811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384255521355136277/posts/default/7303694732610951811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartode.blogspot.com/2008/05/assistindo-ao-irritando-fernanda-young_3342.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717965600540263316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
