<?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-6878800</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:09:20.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>grace days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And shortly there and after he did find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she thought she knew it all&lt;br /&gt;She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall&lt;br /&gt;But she was not my kind or even of my sigh&lt;br /&gt;The kind of animal that I would be about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so glad you found me&lt;br /&gt;You're still doing things that I gave up years ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so glad you found me&lt;br /&gt;You're still doing things that I gave up years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy was a bit surreal, she painted all her toes&lt;br /&gt;And on her face she wore dentures clamped tightly to her nose&lt;br /&gt;And when she finally spoke her twang her glasses broke&lt;br /&gt;And no one else could smoke while she was in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark the herald angels sang and reached out for a phone&lt;br /&gt;And plucking it with ivory hand dialed long distance home&lt;br /&gt;But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust to A.T. and T.&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't wish you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so glad you found me&lt;br /&gt;You're still doing things that I gave up years ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so glad you found me&lt;br /&gt;You're still doing things that I gave up years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-113142521946210326?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/113142521946210326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=113142521946210326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113142521946210326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113142521946210326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-was-rich-young-man-who-would.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-113142031958884504</id><published>2005-11-08T01:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:25:19.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care of the pennies that the pounds take care of themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-113142031958884504?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/113142031958884504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=113142031958884504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113142031958884504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113142031958884504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloody-take-care-of-pennies-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-113081101930885430</id><published>2005-10-31T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:10:19.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>halloween&lt;br /&gt;queria mto uma festa de halloween. não aqui claro.&lt;br /&gt;nem curto me fantasiar, VA. só queria uma abóbora com vela dentro. eu acho legal.&lt;br /&gt;me irrita fantasia de bruxa que é só enrolar um cone de cartolina preta na cabeça, pintara unha de preto e sair por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje fiquei o dia inteiro irritadinha. coisa de mulherzinha.&lt;br /&gt;num acho bonito não.&lt;br /&gt;comi um lanche mto gorduroso, com maionese e tudo, coca e comprei um brigadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;fiquei com medo de ficar uma balofa de um dia pro outro.&lt;br /&gt;táloco.&lt;br /&gt;parei com isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-113081101930885430?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/113081101930885430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=113081101930885430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113081101930885430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113081101930885430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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mountain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais agora que eu descobri que o fantoche que faz as entrevistas é um carneiro.&lt;br /&gt;sheephand.&lt;br /&gt;aquelas crianças pulando no meio do show. incrível. criança é mto foda. se empolga muito e desenha as coisas mais legais do mundo. essa segunda parte num tem nada a ver com o programa mas é que eu lembrei. e criança tb tem umas roupas mto legais, umas coisas coloridas, estampas e tal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-113034663574517125?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/113034663574517125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=113034663574517125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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o blueberry boat que flávio me gravou antes do cd sair aqui. quando ele me deu eu não conseguia parar de ouvir. mesmo as músicas tendo 4656546 minutos e tudo mais.&lt;br /&gt;tô ounvindo agora, só pra fritar um pouco mais o cérebro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-113025643364214829?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/113025643364214829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=113025643364214829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113025643364214829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/113025643364214829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/caos-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-113020880007480616</id><published>2005-10-25T00:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:57:23.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;boa noite, brasilzão!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso. o rio é um brasilzão.&lt;br /&gt;e o rio é da globo. podia até tocar a música do criança esperança agora.&lt;br /&gt;ou uma bossa nova. ou a música do globo repórter. qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;praia, areia, calô, etc. eu sou branca e fresca, nada tropical. nada abacaxi.&lt;br /&gt;lá no rio tem kfc e acabou que tinha um do lado do hotel, hotel único, é, o nome do hotel era único, e foi lá, no kfc, que a gente comeu sábado. delícia, um balde de frango frito naquele calor. me deixou feliz. a gente devia ter comido um balde de frango na praia. fa ro fa. mas não deu. mas comemos bixcoitox globo na praia.&lt;br /&gt;o hotel único merecia um post a parte. &lt;i&gt;luxuosos apartamentos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tim foi aquilo, aquilo lá e aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;kings of leon = vergonha alheia, god bless america, bla;&lt;br /&gt;strokes = strokes, brasilzão;&lt;br /&gt;arcade fire = suor, porque show bom os caras tem que suar, pretinho básico, bonitinhos, régine;&lt;br /&gt;wilco = fofos, boas pessoas, show lindo, cara humilde do nosso lado com um papel escrito monday que eles foram tocar só no bis e o cara ficou super feliz e eu fiquei feliz por ele.&lt;br /&gt;itapemirim de volta. batatinha, água e sal e recheadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;chegamos em sp e em vez de irmos pra casa dormir, descansar e ver [adult swim] a gente foi pro sambódromo pegar uma garoa e ficar 234564 horas em pé ao lado de pessoas. pessoinhas peculiares. odeio as pessoas. odeio, odeio mesmo. queria matar uma centena delas.&lt;br /&gt;mau humor de sono e cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;e fica até o fim pra ver strokes de novo com aquele som beleza que parecia teste do dolby surround no cinema, sabe aquele dos helicópteros que ficam passando de um lado pro outro? igual.&lt;br /&gt;0h e eu num tinha mais força não, virei abóbora, uma abóbora gorda balofa que queria se estatelar no chão. mas td bem.&lt;br /&gt;no fim foi isso.&lt;br /&gt;tinha 98098 mil pessoas por lá e acabamos encontrando a lili no meio do empurra empurra. nem deu pra acreditar. espero que tenha sobrevivido ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;chega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora vou oficilizar o projeto de vida: hotel glória e passagens aéreas no tim 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878800.post-112985985119530111</id><published>2005-10-20T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:57:37.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tá.&lt;br /&gt;rio.&lt;br /&gt;vamos lá. vamos lá.&lt;br /&gt;conhecendo o brasil. brazeo.&lt;br /&gt;itapemirim. tchau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112985985119530111?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112985985119530111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112985985119530111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112985985119530111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112985985119530111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/t.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112960978249408681</id><published>2005-10-18T02:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:29:42.493-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>desktop&gt;paraontem (em vermelho)&gt;iamana.org (em roxo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6878800.post-112960952385806621</id><published>2005-10-18T02:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:25:23.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acabou o flow trabalhístico mas mesmo assim não consigo dormir cedo.&lt;br /&gt;eu num fico cansada. sem café. vai entender.&lt;br /&gt;vai ver são as vitaminas que eu estou tomando e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico aqui recebendo uma radiaçãozinha. lendo um blog aqui. desenhando uma coisinha ali.&lt;br /&gt;escrevendo um texto picareta pra faculdade acolá.&lt;br /&gt;enfim né...&lt;br /&gt;semana mais curta pq a gente é mto jovem e vai pro rio ver uns showzinhos.&lt;br /&gt;só assim mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;já viram o site do arcade fire? http://www.arcadefire.com&lt;br /&gt;legal. bem bizarro. tem que sair clicando em tudo. tem que estar no humor pra navegar etc.&lt;br /&gt;e o site do takara?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mtakara.com&lt;br /&gt;legal legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112960952385806621?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112960952385806621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112960952385806621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112960952385806621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112960952385806621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/acabou-o-flow-trabalhstico-mas-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112960902362399079</id><published>2005-10-18T02:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:17:03.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hum.&lt;br /&gt;-ahan?&lt;br /&gt;- ahan.&lt;br /&gt;-ahan?&lt;br /&gt;- ahan.&lt;br /&gt;-ahan?&lt;br /&gt;- ahan.&lt;br /&gt;-ahan?&lt;br /&gt;- ahan.&lt;br /&gt;-hum.&lt;br /&gt;- ahan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112960902362399079?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112960902362399079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112960902362399079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112960902362399079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112960902362399079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-movies-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112922709509710590</id><published>2005-10-13T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:11:35.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hum.&lt;br /&gt;calorzinho não?&lt;br /&gt;imagina no belém do pará então. tenso.&lt;br /&gt;pronto. ai blog cha to.&lt;br /&gt;vou mudar de template já já etc.&lt;br /&gt;essa semana não teve aula e fiquei feliz. não vejo a hora de nunca mais ter que ir pra aula. acho que já desisti completamente de fazer outra faculdade depois dessa. tá, não completamente mas quase.&lt;br /&gt;felicidade mesmo é [adult swim] na cartoon e NÃO PERTURBE! na fox. acho que vou voltar a minha vidinha televina que tanto amo.&lt;br /&gt;ontem deu pra ver sony por várias horas, mad about you, seinfeld. isso sim é que é vida.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, vamos às coisas úteis. não, na verdade num tem.&lt;br /&gt;aí ontem que fiquei a tarde inteira sem fazer nada e vendo tv fiquei lembrando que isso é mto coisa de 5a série que vc volta do colégio e fica comendo, jogando video game, chama umas amigas pra sua casa, come mais e assiste mais tv. no máximo vai numa aulinha de inglês, mas só.&lt;br /&gt;é isso! nunca mais vamos poder ficar a tarde sem fazer nada. até pq depois de 2 dias em casa sem fazer nada me dá aflição e eu preciso trabalhar ou fazer qualquer outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;tá, todo mundo sabe disso.&lt;br /&gt;num falei? blog cha to. tsc tsc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112922709509710590?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112922709509710590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112922709509710590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112922709509710590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112922709509710590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/hum.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112849012523556166</id><published>2005-10-05T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T02:28:45.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deus, eu vou dormir pq eu to com mto sono... zzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;estou me esforçando e acordo cedo todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;por favor, me manda uma idéia genial amanhã d manhã na hora que eu acordar?&lt;br /&gt;obrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112849012523556166?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112849012523556166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112849012523556166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112849012523556166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112849012523556166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/deus-eu-vou-dormir-pq-eu-to-com-mto.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112830786257507581</id><published>2005-10-02T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:51:02.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no sábado compramos claro que é rock.&lt;br /&gt;mais um festival e menos dinheiro na conta. eee.&lt;br /&gt;equação justa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fim de semana bom é quando a gente come muito muito bem e ainda tem um tempinho pra deitar, ver dvd, ver 2 episódios da maratona friends, ver lost/oc/simpsons ao mesmo tempo e ainda ver um programa horripilante sobre venenos de insetos na nat geo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112830786257507581?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112830786257507581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112830786257507581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112830786257507581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112830786257507581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-sbado-compramos-claro-que-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112830741491882626</id><published>2005-10-02T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:43:34.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agora sim.&lt;br /&gt;formatei o computador.&lt;br /&gt;perdi todas minhas músicas devido ao gênio forte da minha máquina, deu um certo vazio na hora... mas...&lt;br /&gt;instalei o panther com sucesso (agradecimentos ao dimi! eee!).&lt;br /&gt;sistema novo. lindo. a apple é mesmo um fenômemo.&lt;br /&gt;sou uma pessoa mais feliz com o dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;e por mais que seja inútil, às vezes é super útil... e tão bonito.&lt;br /&gt;vou comprar umas memórias pq agora estou cuidando direitinho desse filho.&lt;br /&gt;arrumando pastas, fontes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;pq até antes de formatar meu desktop estava uma favela só. dava até medo.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, agora o que falta mesmo é uma produção que valha a boniteza do treco.&lt;br /&gt;como já disse antes estou meio complexada, etc. loucura mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;mas eu vou parar de reclamar e correr mais atrás, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;ficar se lamentando não faz ninguém ficar mais talentoso. enfim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112830741491882626?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112830741491882626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112830741491882626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112830741491882626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112830741491882626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/10/agora-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112784759348138812</id><published>2005-09-27T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:59:53.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah curitiba foi legal!&lt;br /&gt;os shows foram incríveis, in crí veis.&lt;br /&gt;choveu, fez frio, ventou, mas mesmo assim nos divertimos um monte.&lt;br /&gt;curitiba é uma cidade muito legal mesmo. ainda mais pra passear.&lt;br /&gt;mto bom.&lt;br /&gt;temos que achar alguma desculpa pra voltar lá logo.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos a gente conta os causos dos dois dias e meio na cidade. fotos e polaroids bonitinhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112784759348138812?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112784759348138812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112784759348138812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112784759348138812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112784759348138812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-curitiba-foi-legal-os-shows-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112727167560629076</id><published>2005-09-20T23:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:08:32.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aff.&lt;br /&gt;cansada.&lt;br /&gt;vamo pra curitiba comer strogonoff? vamo pro rio ver wilco? vamo pra ny comprar roupas, livros e uma sx70? são paulo já deu, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;só acordo atrasada agora. odeio.&lt;br /&gt;eu sou lenta, não dá.&lt;br /&gt;tô me sentindo uma inútil. tem 434574658478 da faculdade que só contribuem para desenvolver essa parte inutilidades.&lt;br /&gt;fico até tarde fazendo essas porcarias, e depois vou além uma horinha a mais pra tentar fazer alguma coisa que gosto. tipo terapia ocupacional e tal.&lt;br /&gt;terapia ocupacional é pra quem pode, cá entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;vidinha impossível.&lt;br /&gt;santo expedito já. curto aquelas faixas que agradecem santo expedito pela graça alcançada. pra quem pode tb.&lt;br /&gt;chega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112727167560629076?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112727167560629076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112727167560629076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112727167560629076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112727167560629076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/09/aff_20.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112687943538490542</id><published>2005-09-16T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:03:55.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;reharsing my choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disco novo do fiery furnaces. incrível.&lt;br /&gt;e incrível ao cubo, pq eles chamaram a vó pra gravar junto.&lt;br /&gt;foda. chamar a vó pra cantar e tocar é foda.&lt;br /&gt;o disco é uma história interminável, meio sem pé nem cabeça, com os barulhos e pianos característicos.&lt;br /&gt;sou muito fã.&lt;br /&gt;quero o disco da vovó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112687943538490542?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112687943538490542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112687943538490542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112687943538490542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112687943538490542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/09/reharsing-my-choir-disco-novo-do-fiery.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112679018327233350</id><published>2005-09-15T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:16:23.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamana.org"&gt;iamana.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá, num tem nada ainda.&lt;br /&gt;mas agora tá no ar.&lt;br /&gt;uft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112679018327233350?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112679018327233350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112679018327233350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112679018327233350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112679018327233350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/09/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112658225764683936</id><published>2005-09-13T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:30:57.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>música pra ficar no repeat a noite toda até dormir e até acordar, escovar o dente, tomar café, se vestir e ir pro trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1-2-3&lt;br /&gt;If you close the door, the night could last forever&lt;br /&gt;Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never&lt;br /&gt;All the people are dancing and they’re havin such fun&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could happen to me&lt;br /&gt;But if you close the door, I’d never have to see the day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close the door, the night could last forever,&lt;br /&gt;Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And say hello -- you’re my very special one--&lt;br /&gt;But if you close the door, I’d never have to see the day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark cloudy bars&lt;br /&gt;Shiny cadillac cars&lt;br /&gt;And the people on subways and trains&lt;br /&gt;Looking gray in the rain&lt;br /&gt;As they stand disarrayed and if you close the door, the night could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never&lt;br /&gt;All the people are dancing and they’re having such fun&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could happen to me&lt;br /&gt;’cause if you close the door, I’d never have to see the day again.&lt;br /&gt;I’d never have to see the day again.&lt;br /&gt;(once more)&lt;br /&gt;I’d never have to see the day again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112658225764683936?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878800.post-112629763437150146</id><published>2005-09-09T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:27:14.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ae. comprei um domínio. só falta fazer todo o resto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112629763437150146?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112629763437150146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112629763437150146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112629763437150146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112629763437150146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/09/ae.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112629681248522818</id><published>2005-09-09T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:13:32.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nick drake é foda.&lt;br /&gt;devia fazer alguns anos que não escutava.&lt;br /&gt;muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112629681248522818?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878800.post-112588797939878009</id><published>2005-09-04T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:45:33.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quem pede um quibe recheado com cheddar!? iuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou feliz. tão feliz, tão tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;queria dormir cedo. queria ler e dormir. queria tocar, ler e dormir. queria tocar, desenhar, ler e dormir.&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu anotar na minha mão. vai borrar e eu vou esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexta teve show do prelinguer e foi demais.&lt;br /&gt;eu adoro os shows sempre. os 2 que tiveram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"simple, simple, simple..."&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"good morning"&lt;/span&gt; que não teve dessa vez, e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"a última música"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;minhas favoritas, se tivesse aqui, eu colocaria no repeat.&lt;br /&gt;lugar bonitinho. gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o fim de semana foi tão legal.&lt;br /&gt;fez sol, mas fez frio.&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre passo um pouco de frio.&lt;br /&gt;mas aí a gente ficou em casa mesmo. cobertinha e cafezinho e bolinho.&lt;br /&gt;e videogame com o primo que se empolga muito mas que vai embora amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num vejo a hora que chegue quarta pra eu fingir que é domingo.&lt;br /&gt;aí quinta vai parecer segunda, mas aí vc vai ver que é quinta mesmo. e só vai faltar um dia para o fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112588797939878009?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112588797939878009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>modernidadesinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Hairylabelsuperstars apresenta um novo formato de salão de beleza, sob a direção de Andre Mateus. A equipe trabalha com os princípios do Visagismo, estudo baseado na análise de suas características físicas particulares, tendo como referência quatro perfis de personalidade: colérico, sanguíneo, melancólico, fleumático.&lt;br /&gt;Assim é construída uma imagem que se ajusta com suas necessidades.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visagismo? aff.&lt;br /&gt;bom, vai ver tb só um visagismo pra consertar meu cabelo e construir uma imagem que se ajusta às minhas necessidadsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oi, eu queria um corte assim meio visagista, fazendo o favor?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112566719111236892?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112566719111236892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>a pessoa tá em forma quando fica com dor no braço por trabalhar uma tarde com um tablet. nadavê.&lt;br /&gt;nem tem que fazer esforço pra usar. pois é.&lt;br /&gt;parei. parei com a vida sedentária.&lt;br /&gt;vou começar a fazer ginástica de manhã no prédio, antes de vir pro trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;vou ficar super disposta e fortinha.&lt;br /&gt;tô postando isso só para eu lembrar de começar esse novo hábito.&lt;br /&gt;mentalização é tudo: "eu vou conseguir acordar 6h30".&lt;br /&gt;além disso vou comer melhor, tomar uns sorvetes de soja e tal.&lt;br /&gt;pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112549576142509000?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112549576142509000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>drops em lata frutas - sakuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi assim que eu tive a feliz idéia de comprar aquelas balinhas, pra depois ter uma lata bonitinha pra enfeitar.&lt;br /&gt;bonitinha, bonitinha e que não dá pra abrir.&lt;br /&gt;3 pessoas não foram suficientes. uns 15 minutos + 5, aproximadamente.&lt;br /&gt;já estava triste até.&lt;br /&gt;até xinguei os japoneses, mas depois me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;conseguimos abrir. com uma colher. igual fermento royal.&lt;br /&gt;ninguém anda com um fermento royal na bolsa, mas com balas sim!&lt;br /&gt;aí achei que o mais engraçado mesmo ia ser se a gente nunca conseguisse abrir o treco.&lt;br /&gt;as balas nem são proporcionalmente boas ao esforço.&lt;br /&gt;e agora nem dá pra levar pra lá e pra cá porque o negócio ficou solto e abre sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;às vezes fico imaginando uns objetos rindo da nossa cara. tipo, a pasta de dente quando está no final, a agulha quando você não consegue enfiar a linha, o computador quando trava tudo, e assim por diante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112537339741652492?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112537339741652492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112537339741652492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112537339741652492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112537339741652492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/drops-em-lata-frutas-sakuma-e-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112528715415002516</id><published>2005-08-29T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:45:54.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meow meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje me perdi um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;achei que fosse sábado.&lt;br /&gt;hoje bem que podia ser sábado mesmo. não por hoje não poder ser domingo, mas pra amanhã não ser segunda.&lt;br /&gt;fim de semana foi bom. os fins de semana são sempre bons.&lt;br /&gt;dou tanto valor hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;só de fim de semana dá pra sair pra comer, fazer umas comidas em casa, ir na liberdade, ir no supermercado, ir na casa dos amigos, tomar sorvete, reparar que está sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem tive uns pesadelos. pesadelos bizarros, com roteiro e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;odeio. odeio ainda mais esse que parecem reais.&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo bem. o final feliz da história é acordar e ver que tá tudo normal.&lt;br /&gt;ufa.&lt;br /&gt;bom, hoje eu vou dormir tarde como todo santo domingo e tentar acordar com uma cara decente segunda de manhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112528715415002516?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112528715415002516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112528715415002516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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melhor mesmo é não pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vamos fingir que não existe nada por meia horinha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, bom.&lt;br /&gt;é assim, quando alguém morre parece que qualquer coisa coisa que você fale é meio banal, babaca, estúpido, irrelevante...&lt;br /&gt;mas pessoas morrem todo dia. é, morrem.&lt;br /&gt;aí eu penso que me falavam que já era de se esperar, palavras reconfortantes.&lt;br /&gt;mas ninguém marcou data.&lt;br /&gt;e se todo mundo morre um dia, é de se esperar que todo mundo morra um dia.&lt;br /&gt;mas ninguém espera por isso.&lt;br /&gt;nem se trata de tristeza, é algo diferente e que é prolongado e prolongado pelo processo até você não aguentar e derramar uma lagriminha. e o processo é grande.&lt;br /&gt;casa vazia, parentes, tchau, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;no final das contas, o que dá mais medo, e medo mesmo, é pensar que de repente as pessoas podem não estar mais aqui. morrendo ou indo embora.&lt;br /&gt;mas isso já faz mais de uma semana.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112416009285991342</id><published>2005-08-15T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:41:32.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>causadores voltaram. ufa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112416009285991342?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112416009285991342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112416009285991342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112416009285991342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112416009285991342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/causadores-voltaram.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112407904302388404</id><published>2005-08-15T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:10:43.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.therobotateme.com"&gt;the robot ate me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"did you know, that my grandmother bought me the full &lt;br /&gt;jesus action figure set?" - Crispy Christian Tea Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não dá pra aguentar ver o nome da banda e não baixar alguma coisa pra ver como é.&lt;br /&gt;aí eu baixei e não dá pra parar de ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;vocal entediado e som simples simples, tão bonitinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112407904302388404?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112407904302388404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112407904302388404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112407904302388404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112407904302388404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/robot-ate-me-did-you-know-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112380997338881903</id><published>2005-08-11T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:26:13.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A tribute to the Beatles' 1965 album "Rubber Soul", titled "This Bird Has Flown - A 40th Anniversary Tribute to the Beatles' Rubber Soul", will be released by Razor &amp; Tie on October 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive My Car - The Donnas&lt;br /&gt;2. Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) - The Fiery Furnaces&lt;br /&gt;3. You Won't See Me - Dar Williams&lt;br /&gt;4. Nowhere Man - Low&lt;br /&gt;5. Think for Yourself - Yonder Mountain String Band&lt;br /&gt;6. The Word - Mindy Smith&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle - Ben Harper &amp; The Innocent Criminals&lt;br /&gt;8. What Goes On - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;9. Girl - Rhett Miller&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm Looking Through You - Ted Leo&lt;br /&gt;11. In My Life - Ben Lee&lt;br /&gt;12 Wait - Ben Kweller&lt;br /&gt;13. If I Needed Someone - Nellie McKay&lt;br /&gt;14. Run for Your Life - Cowboy Junkies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demais.&lt;br /&gt;essa eu quero ouvir. curto covers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112380997338881903?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112380997338881903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112380997338881903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112380997338881903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112380997338881903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/tribute-to-beatles-1965-album-rubber.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112380955027831313</id><published>2005-08-11T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:19:10.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(heart) &lt;a href="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com"&gt;fiery furnaces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;site novo fofo.&lt;br /&gt;são uns incríveis mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;fo da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112380955027831313?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878800.post-112378633195782175</id><published>2005-08-11T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:52:11.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luckyvoice.co.uk"&gt;staili&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112378633195782175?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112378633195782175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112378633195782175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112378633195782175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112378633195782175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/staili.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112373082168651329</id><published>2005-08-11T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:32:24.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e essa maratona de mil festivais, mil bandas, cada uma em um canto do brasil tá foda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ouvi dizer que vem.&lt;br /&gt;vem!&lt;br /&gt;não, não vem mais.&lt;br /&gt;não tá confirmado, mas quase.&lt;br /&gt;dia 23 e 24. não, 24 e 25.&lt;br /&gt;pois é, nokia trends junto com curitiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insânos.&lt;br /&gt;só vou ficar feliz mesmo quando começar a ver esses showzinhos.&lt;br /&gt;poxa, essa preparação é uma canseira. num tenho o espírito tia augusta cvc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112373082168651329?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112373082168651329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112373082168651329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373082168651329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373082168651329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-essa-maratona-de-mil-festivais-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112373043792783167</id><published>2005-08-11T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:20:37.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e o flávio deve tá indo pra recife já já.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;e nós aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112373043792783167?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112373043792783167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112373043792783167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373043792783167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373043792783167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-flvio-deve-t-indo-pra-recife-j-j.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112373022883010021</id><published>2005-08-11T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:17:08.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O ator Johnny Depp, 42, disse à revista alemã "Gala" que poderá fazer um filme pornográfico no futuro. Tudo porque ele não quer ficar marcado como ator de personagens excêntricos.&lt;br /&gt;..."Talvez da próxima vez eu faça algo totalmente diferente e filme um pornô com Tim [Burton, diretor de "A Fantástica Fábrica" e "Edward"]. Isso realmente iria acabar com a minha popularidade", brincou o ator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;como seria um filme pornô do tim burton... medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112373022883010021?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112373022883010021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112373022883010021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373022883010021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112373022883010021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-ator-johnny-depp-42-disse-revista.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112364269852481630</id><published>2005-08-09T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:58:18.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meu sonho atualmente é chegar em casa e ver meus livros exatamente onde eu os larguei, meu desodorante estar no armário onde eu tinha deixado, meu perfume estar fora da caixa como estava antes de eu sair, minha calça jogada onde eu joguei ontem a noite, minha guitarra em cima da cama, minha cama pronta pra dormir, a comida fria na geladeira e o meu login aparecendo pra conectar no msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logo, meu sonho é ganhar na megasena. lotofácil. telesena. pena que num tem mais a porta da esperança. eu já iria apelar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112364269852481630?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112364269852481630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112364269852481630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112364269852481630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112364269852481630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/meu-sonho-atualmente-chegar-em-casa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112364180101489513</id><published>2005-08-09T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:43:21.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e o melhor pior xingamento do mundo é: &lt;a href="http://www.tonydagatorra.blogspot.com"&gt;"seu insâno débil mental"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;afe.&lt;br /&gt;abaixo de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;quando quiser desejar mal a alguém já sei.&lt;br /&gt;mentira, só desejo a paz para todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112364180101489513?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112364180101489513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112364180101489513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112364180101489513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112364180101489513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-melhor-pior-xingamento-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112359544318319035</id><published>2005-08-09T10:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:50:43.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sempre quando eu passo pela rua horácio lane, eu penso: &lt;em&gt;penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes...&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;e sempre quando eu olho para o livro &lt;em&gt;norwegian wood&lt;/em&gt; do murakami, a cítara do começo toca na minha cabeça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112359544318319035?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112359544318319035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112359544318319035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112359544318319035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112359544318319035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/sempre-quando-eu-passo-pela-rua-horcio.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112355313611748935</id><published>2005-08-08T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:05:36.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quero muito muito dormir antes de virar abóbora hoje.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112355313611748935?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112355313611748935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112355313611748935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112355313611748935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112355313611748935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/quero-muito-muito-dormir-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112351386147192769</id><published>2005-08-08T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:11:01.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é assim, fico doente de hora pra outra.&lt;br /&gt;ar condicionado e pluft, minha garganta dói dói e dói.&lt;br /&gt;ar condicionado do buffet infantil ou do cinema. não sei ao certo.&lt;br /&gt;de noite, no sábado, fomos pra liberdade. procurar um restaurante japonês pra comer bem um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;nunca tinha sentado naquelas mesas baixas tipicamente japonesas. é tão complexo, eu admiro os japoneses que sentam todo dia de pernas cruzadas pra comer, ou rezar, ou descansar.&lt;br /&gt;e além de tudo ainda comem com hashi, que tb é uma tarefa que dá um certo trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;e ainda dorme em tatames duros, meio desconfortáveis pros acostumados a dormir em camas americanas king size com 7 metros de mola e espuma.&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto dos japoneses.&lt;br /&gt;fico feliz quando tem festa da família e vejo que tenho um pouco disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112351386147192769?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112351386147192769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112351386147192769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112351386147192769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112351386147192769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/assim-fico-doente-de-hora-pra-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112326373227090592</id><published>2005-08-05T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:42:12.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fat-cat.co.uk/fatcat/release.php?id=96"&gt;mice parade - obrigado saudade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...As for the record’s title, it comes from Portugal - ‘Obrigado’ means thank you, and ‘Saudade’ (pronounced Sow-da-je) while not directly translatable, means something between nostalgia, homesickness and lovesickness. It’s a word that describes a feeling without defining the subject of the feeling itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sow-da-je. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112326373227090592?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112326373227090592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112326373227090592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112326373227090592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112326373227090592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/mice-parade-obrigado-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112295015436577101</id><published>2005-08-01T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:35:54.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>domingo a gente foi no shopping eldorado. comprar presente pra criança é a coisa mais legal do mundo. maior desculpa pra se divertir um pouco. é bebê que chora-ri-sente cócegas-toma leite-faz xixi, é sr. cabeça de batata, é meu pequeno pônei e moranguinho que voltaram, e até tecladinho de bebê "0-3 anos" que dá vontade de comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o shopping eldorado é uma beleza. me lembra a infância. parque da mônica, playland e show do jordy no estacionamento. não consigo entender como um menino que era quase um bebê fez tanto sucesso. aposto que ele usava fraldas na época que cantava. cantava em francês ainda por cima! quase um freakshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emocionei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos jogar um mini-golf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112295015436577101?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112295015436577101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112295015436577101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112295015436577101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112295015436577101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/domingo-gente-foi-no-shopping-eldorado.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112294933489545455</id><published>2005-08-01T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:22:14.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...as mulheres paulistanas que são muito lindas e fofinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonydagatorra.blogspot.com"&gt;blog do tony da gatorra&lt;/a&gt;. é pérola atrás de pérola.&lt;br /&gt;num tem nem o que dizer. é ler pra crer.&lt;br /&gt;mestre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112294933489545455?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112294933489545455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112294933489545455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112294933489545455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112294933489545455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112291553956111413</id><published>2005-08-01T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:58:59.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, o show da lulina foi uma fofura. no fim, tudo virou uma festa.&lt;br /&gt;ela e os meninos merecem todo o respeito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;todas as músicas estão umas gracinhas. as novas, velhas, improvisadas, a capella...&lt;br /&gt;récife podia ser aqui pertinho. pra todo mundo poder aparecer e pedir as músicas favoritas e cantar os refrões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112291553956111413?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112291553956111413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112291553956111413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112291553956111413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112291553956111413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-o-show-da-lulina-foi-uma-fofura.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112265607569407383</id><published>2005-07-29T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:08:46.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>época de ficar um pouco chorona ou irritada ou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acordar atrasada é pedir pra que tudo dê errado de vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;snooze &lt;/span&gt;é a pior melhor coisa do mundo. porque vc dorme mais 10 minutos. mas vc pode dormir mais 10 + 10 + 10 + 10...&lt;br /&gt;aí, saí correndo pro metrô e quando chego na porta eu percebo que meus passes acabaram, e eu só tenho 2 reais na carteira, e eles iam pagar meu ônibus. depois do metrô.&lt;br /&gt;então tá, atraso mais uns 5 minutos só pra pensar alguma possibilidade que não me faça voltar em casa, subir e pegar outro passe.&lt;br /&gt;é, o banco é mais longe ainda então, faz o caminho de volta mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;passo em casa, coloco a mão nos bolsos das minhas calças até achar algum passe. encontro um. volto pro metrô correndo. eu odeio pessoas que correm no metrô, mas agora virei uma delas. só tem 1 viagem. bom, vou ter que enfrentar a fila do metrô alguma hora. espero que não seja no sta cruz, nem no clínicas que são inferninhos.&lt;br /&gt;aí entro no metrô, sento. pelo menos sentei. a porta demora um pouco pra fechar. ok. espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"os trens estão funcionando com velocidade reduzida e com maior tempo de parada"&lt;/span&gt;. ou algo desse tipo.&lt;br /&gt;bom, aí eu desisti também. não corri mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saí pra almoçar. mas eu tinha que passar no banco antes. fila, minha vez. coloco o cartão e puxo meio rápido. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;problemas na identificação do cartão&lt;/span&gt;. sem pensar duas vezes e mais rápido do que um raio, o ideota do cara do banco que fica nos caixas eletrônicos me pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- quer que eu passe o cartão pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode ser a falta de paciência, mas fiquei puta!&lt;br /&gt;primeiro que odeio interagir com pessoas que nem conheço. e outra porque ainda acreditava que conseguiria enfiar e tirar um cartão de uma máquina sem ajuda de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora eu fui almoçar no restaurante que chama feijão mágico. esse nome é muito bom. e o melhor é que lá tem a chinesa mais bem humorada do mundo inteiro, e num tem como não dar umas risadas.&lt;br /&gt;comi um bolinho de chuva, ganhei umas balinhas e tomei um chazinho. pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112265607569407383?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112265607569407383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112265607569407383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112265607569407383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112265607569407383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/poca-de-ficar-um-pouco-chorona-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112255909070204256</id><published>2005-07-28T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:11:19.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/395/320/yohimi.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje tem vurla no milo, não dá pra perder, claro. e além de tudo a &lt;a href="http://www.peligro.com.br"&gt;peligro&lt;/a&gt; trouxe o yoshimi battles the pink robots fofo. e baratinho. eee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo pela musicalidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esses argentinos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falando em hermanos, o cd novo do loser tá bem bizarrinho, bizarro do bem. &lt;em&gt;triste e complicado&lt;/em&gt;. eu gostei. esse até o denem vai gostar. e a capa é bem boa tb. curti.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112240122761159355</id><published>2005-07-26T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:07:07.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynx tuft frogs, dolphins abduct by proxy the ever awkward klutz, dud, dummkopf, jinx snubnose filmgoer, orphan sgt. renfruw grudgek reyfus, md. sikh psych if halt tympany jewelry sri heh! twyer vs jojo pneu fylfot alcaaba son of nonplussed halfbreed bubbly playboy guggenheim daddy coccyx sgraffito effect, vacuum dirndle impossible attempt to disvalue, muzzle the afghan czech czar and exninja, bob bixby dvorak wood dhurrie savvy, dizzy eye aeon circumcision uvula scrungy picnic luxurious special type carbohydrate ovoid adzuki kumquat bomb? afterglows gold girl pygmy gnome lb. ankhs acme aggroupment akmed brouhha tv wt. ujjain ms. oz abacus mnemonics bhikku khaki bwana aorta embolism vivid owls often kvetch otherwise, wysiwyg densfort wright you’ve absorbed rhythm, put obstacle kyaks krieg kern wurst subject enmity equity coquet quorum pique tzetse hepzibah sulfhydryl briefcase ajax ehler kafka fjord elfship halfdressed jugful eggcup hummingbirds swingdevil bagpipe legwork reproachful hunchback archknave baghdad wejh rijswijk rajbansi rajput ajdir okay weekday obfuscate subpoena liebknecht marcgravia ecbolic arcticward dickcissel pincpinc boldface maidkin adjective adcraft adman dwarfness applejack darkbrown kiln palzy always farmland flimflam unbossy nonlineal stepbrother lapdog stopgap sx countdown basketball beaujolais vb. flowchart aztec lazy bozo syrup tarzan annoying dyke yucky hawg gagzhukz cuzco squire when hiho mayhem nietzsche szasz gumdrop milk emplotment ambidextrously lacquer byway ecclesiastes stubchen hobgoblins crabmill aqua hawaii blvd. subquality byzantine empire debt obvious cervantes jekabzeel anecdote flicflac mechanicville bedbug couldn’t i’ve it’s they’ll they’d dpt. headquarter burkhardt xerxes atkins govt. ebenezer lg. lhama amtrak amway fixity axmen quumbabda upjohn hrumpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112240122761159355?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112240122761159355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112240122761159355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112240122761159355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112240122761159355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-lynx-tuft-frogs-dolphins-abduct.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112233175160231885</id><published>2005-07-25T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:52:30.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oh sweet lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy wonka foi incrível. melhor filme dos tempos. junto com o primeiro. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oompa loompa dumpa di dow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazia tempo que não pegava um cinema cheio, lotado, abarrotado, fila que dá 7 voltas.&lt;br /&gt;acho legal, mas ao mesmo tempo estou na onda sociopata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;let's kill all the hippies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os fins de semana estão rendendo. mas ainda falta um monte pra fazer.&lt;br /&gt;o que a gente não esquece é de comer. comer bem uma comida japonesa, chinesa, hamburguer, empadinha, e por aí vai o balofismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;esse mês saiu uma &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/395/1600/quixote_layout.jpg"&gt;ilustração&lt;/a&gt; minha e do dimi na caros amigos.&lt;br /&gt;fiquei feliz pra caramba.&lt;br /&gt;é incrível alguém aceitar uma coisa que vc fez e colocar numa revista que tanta gente vai ver. essa é a parte que dá mais orgulho e que também é mais preocupante.&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que eu devo algo legal a quem estiver folheando a revista. a ilustração já era um detalhe... que fosse algo que fizesse a diferença então.&lt;br /&gt;não sei se fez. tomara que sim.&lt;br /&gt;chuif.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112233175160231885?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112233175160231885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112233175160231885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112233175160231885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112233175160231885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-sweet-lord-willy-wonka-foi-incrvel_25.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112223292780712828</id><published>2005-07-24T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:22:07.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ae!&lt;br /&gt;template novo.&lt;br /&gt;clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112223292780712828?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112223292780712828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112223292780712828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112223292780712828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112223292780712828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/ae-template-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112139956102326508</id><published>2005-07-15T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:52:41.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tá vai, só uns links até eu trocar esse template tosco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/iamana"&gt;fotolog.net/iamana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lullatone.com"&gt;lullatone.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegoteam.co.uk"&gt;thegoteam.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.durski.com.br"&gt;durski.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betobatata.com.br"&gt;betobatata.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.practise.co.uk"&gt;practise.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;férias de 3 dias.&lt;br /&gt;tchau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112139956102326508?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112139956102326508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112139956102326508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112139956102326508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112139956102326508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/t-vai-s-uns-links-at-eu-trocar-esse.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112074396627160126</id><published>2005-07-07T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:46:06.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10:00/10º&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho agora era ter uma luva que não atrapalhasse pra digitar.&lt;br /&gt;eu quero mudar esse template. esse me dá preguiça, ainda mais que eu descobri que em pc aparece tudo errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem terminamos os cartazes de julho da peligro.&lt;br /&gt;dá uma olhada &lt;a href="http://www.peligro.com.br/img/cartazjul01.jpg"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, mas dá uma olhada ao vivo também que tá beeeem melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje é tony no milo.&lt;br /&gt;não vejo a hora.&lt;br /&gt;quem não precisa de um pouco de paz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112074396627160126?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112074396627160126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112074396627160126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112074396627160126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112074396627160126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/07/100010-meu-sonho-agora-era-ter-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-112015175291672976</id><published>2005-06-30T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:15:52.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>só mais eu também.&lt;br /&gt;o episódio de csi foi inacreditável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-112015175291672976?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/112015175291672976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=112015175291672976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112015175291672976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/112015175291672976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-mais-eu-tambm.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111983936195929940</id><published>2005-06-26T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:29:21.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tempo de mantinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô em falta de posts.&lt;br /&gt;preciso concentrar.&lt;br /&gt;essas semanas foram meio revoltas. mas acho que o negócio é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seguir reto todavia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;parando para organizar, tipo faxina no juízo:&lt;br /&gt;- acabou temporada de oc, agora eu acompanho lost, simpsons e family guy. family guy é um dos melhores, muito bom. quero ver american dad também.&lt;br /&gt;- quarta tem episódio especial de csi de 2h, num perco por nada.&lt;br /&gt;- depois de ver o primeiro dvd da antologia dos beatles eu queria muito baixar todos os discos daquela época. aposto que na nuvem nove tem uns, vou comprar. to até ouvindo oldiesradionet. preciso lembrar que horas passa o brilhantina na kiss fm também.&lt;br /&gt;- quando a gente vai comprar plantinhas a gente vê que tem muito o que aprender mesmo. meu sonho era saber nome de mil árvores e flores, igual meus pais sabem. &lt;br /&gt;- eu gosto de animais. aprendi a gostar. gostar tanto de parecer uma boba vendo filhotinhos enjauladinhos. cachorros, gatos, peixes, pinguins, enfim, todos.&lt;br /&gt;- haruki murakami é o cara. ainda bem que perceberam.&lt;br /&gt;- tô manjando da copa das confederações e do usa open de golf. a gente se apega fácil a essas coisas. tsc tsc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falar em tópicos é tão mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;queria escrever melhor, mas por enquanto vai esse powerpoint mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111983936195929940?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111983936195929940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111983936195929940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111983936195929940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111983936195929940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/tempo-de-mantinha-t-em-falta-de-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111923543613752508</id><published>2005-06-19T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:43:56.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you're the legal man, you've got to prove that you're no liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111923543613752508?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111923543613752508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111923543613752508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111923543613752508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111923543613752508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/l-o-v-e-youre-legal-man-youve-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111893967440712020</id><published>2005-06-16T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:34:34.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i ain't no rock n' roll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu adoro ver o dvd do belle &amp; sebastian porque me sinto mais confortável no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;eu vejo que tem mais gente que faz mil coisas bobas, se divertem, acham beleza em coisas nada a ver, tipo bolha de sabão, bonequinhos e cachorros, enfim são fofos e meigos mesmo sendo mais velhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111893967440712020?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111893967440712020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111893967440712020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893967440712020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893967440712020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-aint-no-rock-n-roll-eu-adoro-ver-o.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111893739276768828</id><published>2005-06-16T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:56:32.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;it's me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ontem eu ganhei a coisa mais legal do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;um mario, o mario do super mario, de pelúcia.&lt;br /&gt;o sonho é ter toda a coleção super mario + cavaleiros do zodíaco + beatles + simpsons e outros.&lt;br /&gt;já já.&lt;br /&gt;brinquedos são investimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111893739276768828?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111893739276768828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111893739276768828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893739276768828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893739276768828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-me-e-ontem-eu-ganhei-coisa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111893710888475895</id><published>2005-06-16T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:51:48.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pra mim que sou viciada em azeitona preta, azeitona verde não é azeitona.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111893710888475895?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111893710888475895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111893710888475895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893710888475895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111893710888475895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/pra-mim-que-sou-viciada-em-azeitona.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111863001240024350</id><published>2005-06-12T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:33:32.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dozedejunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o flávio cuida de mim e eu cuido dele.&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111863001240024350?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111863001240024350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111863001240024350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111863001240024350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111863001240024350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/dozedejunho-o-flvio-cuida-de-mim-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111842228552348374</id><published>2005-06-10T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:51:25.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;775C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando tô no ônibus penso que todo mundo podia estar escutando o que toca no discman.&lt;br /&gt;eu pareceria menos maluca tamborilando na perna, cantarolando silenciosamente, berrando pq o fone tá alto demais, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falando em ônibus, e o cobrador que era igual o morgan freeman. igual mesmo. era como se o morgan freeman estivesse ali. tipo museu de cera.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;não conseguia parar de olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111842228552348374?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111842228552348374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111842228552348374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111842228552348374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111842228552348374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/775c-quando-t-no-nibus-penso-que-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111842160970515388</id><published>2005-06-10T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:40:09.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>segundo o modelo racional de tomada de decisões em gestão de negócios, eu tenho um problema gerado a partir de uma frustração, dúvida, ansiedade ou curiosidade.&lt;br /&gt;só seguir o passo a passo e o problema será resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;problema - diagnóstico - alternativas - decisões - avaliação.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;simplistas malditos.&lt;br /&gt;eu não mereço essa prova hoje.&lt;br /&gt;tomara que a mulher do professor dê a luz bem na hora da prova.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111842160970515388?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111842160970515388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111842160970515388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111842160970515388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111842160970515388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/segundo-o-modelo-racional-de-tomada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111833827561809741</id><published>2005-06-09T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:33:51.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111833827561809741?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111833827561809741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome back, Ana!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu adoro pessoas atenciosas.&lt;br /&gt;tipo, bom dia, boa tarde, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;claro que não aquelas atenciosas tipo atendentes da blockbuster: você entra na loja, apita que a porta abriu e eles te falam boa tarde.&lt;br /&gt;mas tipo o cara do mercadinho de frutas que pergunta se precisa de ajuda, oferece uma fatia de abacaxi, guarda tudo na sacola e deseja um bom domingo.&lt;br /&gt;pois é o mundo perfeito seria um domingo com solzinho comendo abacaxi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111832466945847772?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111832466945847772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*&amp;%(&amp;^%*&amp;@^%#&amp;@!^%*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá, só mais um dia pra aguentar essa faculdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111832244736092876?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111832244736092876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111832244736092876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111832244736092876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111832244736092876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/t-s-mais-um-dia-pra-aguentar-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111826475403607258</id><published>2005-06-08T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:05:54.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parabéns fábio!&lt;br /&gt;feliz aniversário pro chefinho e buddy e rendezvous no ichat.&lt;br /&gt;teve hamburguinho, festinha.&lt;br /&gt;rh da ps.2 eficientérrimo.&lt;br /&gt;delícia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111826475403607258?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111826475403607258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111826475403607258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111826475403607258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111826475403607258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/parabns-fbio-feliz-aniversrio-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111808400926183071</id><published>2005-06-06T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:53:29.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;zumbi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to com mau humor de sono.&lt;br /&gt;ta ta ta ta ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;ainda bem que não vou em aula nenhuma hoje.&lt;br /&gt;vou pra casinha, comer coisinhas, descansar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;quero muito ver o episódio de csi dirigido pelo tarantino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111808400926183071?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111808400926183071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111808400926183071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111808400926183071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111808400926183071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/zumbi-to-com-mau-humor-de-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111776702337978822</id><published>2005-06-02T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:55:05.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que semana que vem acaba tudo na faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;nãoaguentomais.&lt;br /&gt;ah normal espm,blabla.&lt;br /&gt;grande coisa viu. grande chatice.&lt;br /&gt;eu sou ansiosa demais. pra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;queria dar um pulo no ano de 2015 mais ou menos, só pra saber que vai estar tudo bem e eu vou estar fazendo coisas legais.&lt;br /&gt;enfim nadavê, nem sei porque estou falando isso.&lt;br /&gt;me peguei num fluxo de consciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did i say it out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara de esquimó.&lt;br /&gt;às vezes acho que eu tinha mais é que estar lá na islândia, ou circunavegando a antártica igual o amyr klink, e não fuçando porcaria na internet. isso, depois de passar 8h direto na frente do computador.&lt;br /&gt;queria tanto abdicar minha vidinha internética. mas não consigo. acho que nem com terapia saio desse fundo de poço.&lt;br /&gt;deusmelivre. queria cozinhar um macarrão e plantar rúcula no terracinho. só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha taxa de glóbulos vermelhos tá baixa. minha mãe hipocondríaca quase surtou. fofa. vai me entupir de ferro agora.&lt;br /&gt;tô ligada que vou virar uma balofa quando ficar mais velha, de tanto que minha mãe me deu vitamina durante a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinha esquecido que eu gosto muito de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;violent femmes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blister in the sun&lt;/span&gt; é bem das manjadas, mas é incrível. quero sair pulando e mexendo os dedinhos pra cima.&lt;br /&gt;fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111776702337978822?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111776702337978822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111776702337978822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111776702337978822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111776702337978822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/flow-acho-que-semana-que-vem-acaba.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111768083439918202</id><published>2005-06-01T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:53:54.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora meu pai é assinante da uol.&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre quis ser assinante da uol pra ter acesso aos conteúdos restritos. haha&lt;br /&gt;demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111768083439918202?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111768083439918202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111768083439918202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111768083439918202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111768083439918202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-agora-meu-pai-assinante-da-uol.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111747414358864398</id><published>2005-05-30T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:29:03.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;oscar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george lucas é staili. fez uma participação engraçada no capítulo 23 de OC. que por sinal chama The O Sea. hahaha muito boa e infâme.&lt;br /&gt;e em discussão com os chefes chegamos a conclusão que se ficar na dúvida entre um filme cult e star wars, vá no star wars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111747414358864398?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111747414358864398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111747414358864398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111747414358864398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111747414358864398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/oscar-george-lucas-staili.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111747327261708796</id><published>2005-05-30T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:14:32.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tem coisa que só vendo pra crer mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;andar pelo shopping iguatemi é surreal.&lt;br /&gt;eu com minha índole consumista fico deprimida de ver tanta coisa legal e não poder comprar, mas não é não poder comprar porque gastei demais no mês, é porque o preço das coisas se encontram numa outra dimensão mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;aff.&lt;br /&gt;dá vontade de comprar umas batas laranjas e virar monja budista. sem apego material.&lt;br /&gt;entaõ tá, vou comer um chocolatinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111747327261708796?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111747327261708796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111747327261708796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111747327261708796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111747327261708796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/tem-coisa-que-s-vendo-pra-crer-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111742983727037917</id><published>2005-05-30T02:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T02:10:37.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aí acordei pra tirar sangue.&lt;br /&gt;4 potinhos.&lt;br /&gt;agora nem faço mais escândalo. consigo até olhar a mulher trocando os tubinhos.&lt;br /&gt;foi assim, de repente não tinha mais medo.&lt;br /&gt;aff.&lt;br /&gt;eu curto muito comer os lanchinhos toscos do laboratório.&lt;br /&gt;3 máquinas de café-chocolate-capuccino pra você pegar quantas vezes quiser. só aguento um copo mas mesmo assim é demais.&lt;br /&gt;além das bolachas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltei e dormi de novo. e tive os sonhos mais bizarros do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111742983727037917?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111742983727037917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111742983727037917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111742983727037917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111742983727037917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/acordei-pra-tirar-sangue.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111742941051068072</id><published>2005-05-30T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T02:03:30.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonhei que o tony da gatorra participava de um episódio de OC.&lt;br /&gt;quero ver algum livro de interpretação dos sonhos explicar essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111742941051068072?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111742941051068072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111742941051068072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111742941051068072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111742941051068072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow-sonhei-que-o-tony-da-gatorra.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111707944093375802</id><published>2005-05-26T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:50:40.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fantástica fábrica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabei de ver o nome da banda que estava tocando aqui: veruca salt.&lt;br /&gt;ruim. mas o nome é bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111707944093375802?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111707944093375802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111707944093375802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707944093375802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707944093375802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/fantstica-fbrica-acabei-de-ver-o-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111707220258862863</id><published>2005-05-25T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:50:02.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alice.pandorabots.com"&gt;ALICE&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't you? As a robot I lack any human emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altos papos.&lt;br /&gt;terapia com robôs é o futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111707220258862863?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111707220258862863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111707220258862863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707220258862863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707220258862863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/bugs-alice-dont-you-as-robot-i-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111707123623897623</id><published>2005-05-25T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:33:56.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;somebody told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A esquizofrenia hebefrênica ou desorganizada &lt;br /&gt;Neste grupo se incluem os pacientes que têm problemas de concentração, pouca coerência de pensamento, pobreza do raciocínio, discurso infantil. Às vezes, fazem comentários fora do contexto e se desviam totalmente do tema da conversação. Expressam uma falta de emoção ou emoções pouco apropriadas, rindo-se a gargalhadas em ocasiões solenes, rompendo a chorar por nenhuma razão em particular, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Neste grupo também é freqüente a aparição de delírios (crenças falsas), por exemplo que o vento move na direção que eles querem, que se comunicam com outras pessoas por telepatia, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111707123623897623?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111707123623897623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111707123623897623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707123623897623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111707123623897623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/somebody-told-me-esquizofrenia.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111699406851448612</id><published>2005-05-25T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:07:48.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fotinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui abrir a gaveta de fotovelha.&lt;br /&gt;é uma das coisas que mais gosto de fazer, ver foto antiga.&lt;br /&gt;de criancinha, de 2003, de férias em família, de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;é muito esquisito ver uma menininha de 5 anos que virou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mas era tão bonitinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;têm horas que reconheço as caras que faço até hoje, o que serve para eu confirmar que aquela ali ainda sou eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;penso em tanta coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;você tem minha foto antiga preferida?&lt;br /&gt;quando 2050 chegar com o futuro e as olimpíadas lunares, a gente vai ter uma foto antiga de 2035.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu olho essas criancinhas, mesmo que já não sejam mais tão criancinhas assim e penso que elas merecem toda felicidade do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;não dá pra machucar alguém já teve 5 anos.&lt;br /&gt;só desejo palavras doces.&lt;br /&gt;só com muito açúcar pra poder virar tudo em um gole só.&lt;br /&gt;nem assim...&lt;br /&gt;tem coisa que é tão complicada. vamos tirar cara ou coroa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111699406851448612?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111699406851448612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111699406851448612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111699406851448612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111699406851448612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/fotinha-fui-abrir-gaveta-de-fotovelha.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111699207959294045</id><published>2005-05-25T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:34:39.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here comes the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei feliz agora que tocou a música 2 do EP do Fiery Furnaces na radioio.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estava escutando esse disco indo pro trabalho e bem quando começou essa música, puff, acabou a pilha do discman e eu fiquei a ver navios.&lt;br /&gt;deu até um vazio na hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111699207959294045?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111699207959294045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111699207959294045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111699207959294045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111699207959294045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-comes-summer-fiquei-feliz-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111689689382711360</id><published>2005-05-23T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:10:46.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;california here we come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é muito esquisito escutar essa música descontextualizada. tocando inteira na rádio.&lt;br /&gt;tipo música tema de casal de novela, na hora vem os atores que tinham a ver com a música. lembro que tinha música clássica da daniela perez. aff.&lt;br /&gt;nadavê.&lt;br /&gt;estou pra ouvir 16 military wives e pronto. no looping.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;celebração da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;cheers. saúde. kampai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111689689382711360?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111689689382711360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111689689382711360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111689689382711360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111689689382711360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/california-here-we-come-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111655827955411984</id><published>2005-05-20T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:04:39.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;roma é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anelena é tão anilina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111655827955411984?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111655827955411984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111655827955411984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111655827955411984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111655827955411984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/roma-amor-anelena-to-anilina.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111655804396369229</id><published>2005-05-19T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:29:21.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stranger danger danger stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu dou um tempo pra minha cabeça entrar em ordem e eu não sair escrevendo qualquer besteira. mas não tem como.&lt;br /&gt;bom, descobri que a conversa nãoseioquefazerdavidaprecisofazer4354260234coisasquequeriajáestouvelhaenãotenhotalento é o tópico que mais rende e que não leva a lugar nenhum. porque depois de horas, ponto final. não reclamo mais. faz tempo que não reclamo coisas tipo, "ai que calor" quando tá calor ou "ai que frio" quando tá frio.&lt;br /&gt;não me incomodo mais de ir dormir tarde. apinéia do sono. brincadeira. tenho um sono saudável até. ainda bem. antes de dormir eu tento um desenho, faço uma música que eu esqueço a entonação quando acordo e leio os carneiros. preciso de um scanner e de um gravadorzinho.&lt;br /&gt;parece que todo mundo entrou em crise conjuntamente. principalmente as mulheres, garotas, garotinhas.&lt;br /&gt;eu, no fundo nunca quero mal pra ninguém. não consigo. só queria viver numa bolha, sem notícias, sem jornal diário.&lt;br /&gt;falando em bolha, quando limpam o chão do escritório fica um cheirinho de detergente que é o cheiro de bolha de sabão que eu fazia quando era pequena. com canudo e copinho. meu pai misturava água e detergente verde.&lt;br /&gt;ploc!&lt;br /&gt;eu amo bolha de sabão, junto com o flávio, flocos de neve, robôs, cerejeiras e fogos de artifício. o flávio é tipo uma explosão no céu que solta bolhinhas congeladas sabor cereja.&lt;br /&gt;ai ai. quinta-feira as coisas já param de fazer sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111655804396369229?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111655804396369229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111655804396369229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111655804396369229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111655804396369229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/stranger-danger-danger-stranger-eu-dou.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111634959439097781</id><published>2005-05-17T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:10:47.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>legal mesmo é ficar vendo &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/playlists.html"&gt;celebrity playlists&lt;/a&gt; do ipod/itunes.&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;atores, bandas e celebridades em geral escolhendo músicas.&lt;br /&gt;muito engraçado. tem gente que eu nem imaginava que escutava música.&lt;br /&gt;staili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111634959439097781?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111634959439097781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111634959439097781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111634959439097781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111634959439097781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/legal-mesmo-ficar-vendo-celebrity.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111620806042801665</id><published>2005-05-15T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:30:33.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o hype foi legal. os shows foram legais. wolf eyes, fennesz, fanfarrinha e damo.&lt;br /&gt;e o &lt;a href="http://www.tramavirtual.com.br/gvirtual/noticias/index.jsp?id=4782"&gt;tony&lt;/a&gt; fez falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111620806042801665?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111620806042801665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111620806042801665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111620806042801665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111620806042801665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/hippie-e-o-hype-foi-legal.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111620752459252181</id><published>2005-05-15T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:38:44.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ainda dá tempo de registrar: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;feliz aniversário mã(e)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almocinho com a família, laguinhos, patinhos, cachorrinhos, criancinhas, casinhas e bolinho.&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais eu sei o tipo de coisa que eu quero pra agora e pra depois e depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111620752459252181?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111620752459252181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The application Safari unexpectedly quit.&lt;br /&gt;The system and other applications have not been affected.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to submit a bug report to Apple?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninatosh temperamental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111591577148944390?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111591577148944390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111591577148944390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111591577148944390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111591577148944390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/ia-application-safari-unexpectedly.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111583253284677779</id><published>2005-05-11T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:28:52.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje é quarta?&lt;br /&gt;hoje é quarta!&lt;br /&gt;saí na rua e achei que fosse as férias de julho.&lt;br /&gt;frio com solzinho.&lt;br /&gt;tali. já já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111583253284677779?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111583253284677779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111583253284677779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111583253284677779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111583253284677779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoje-quarta-hoje-quarta-sa-na-rua-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111577932699965968</id><published>2005-05-10T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:42:07.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afff.&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que preciso parar de ser melodramática. blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;não tenho dúvidas, sempre que abro pra escrever nesse blog já penso nisso. eu tenho um pouco de preguiça de mim tb. não dá. sou uma moça mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;mocinha. amostra grátis de morango na porta do cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas que seja. o espírito agora é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beverly hills, that's where i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111577932699965968?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111577932699965968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111577932699965968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111577932699965968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111577932699965968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/afff.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111569289658014484</id><published>2005-05-09T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:41:36.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que é coisa de menina. ficar assim com lagriminhas e coração apertado com coisas bobas. ou perder o controle logo por coisas não tão bobas assim.&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que é coisa de menina ficar com frio na barriga quando pensa que alguma coisa pode mudar sem nem ver.&lt;br /&gt;o mundo é moderno, individulista, corrido, sem paixões, os robôs vão dominar o mundo, mas eu preciso de um abraço quentinho. bobeira. bobeira igual planejar futuros mirabolantes na cabeça. eu prefiro.&lt;br /&gt;vontade de morar num iglu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111569289658014484?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111569289658014484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111569289658014484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111569289658014484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111569289658014484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-never-gonna-stop-rain-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111569134240547288</id><published>2005-05-09T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:15:42.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;curtas. 2 em 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio gente que cola chiclete embaixo da mesa, ou joga no chão pra você encostar e aquela merda grudar na roupa e nunca mais sair. tem que ser muito fdp mesmo pra fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem quando se tem 10 anos. a vida é uma alegria e todo mundo só usa uniforme que pode sujar, rasgar e pronto. agora não.&lt;br /&gt;odeio essas pessoas. e claro, no mesmo grupo estão as pessoas que deixam seus cães fazerem cocô na rua e não limpam. mas vão pagar. vão escorregar na merda do próprio cachorro.&lt;br /&gt;praguejei mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;chega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111569134240547288?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111569134240547288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111569134240547288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111569134240547288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111569134240547288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/curtas.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111560536619600063</id><published>2005-05-08T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:22:46.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sábado_domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é dia das mães e a mãe da minha mãe mora em sorocaba.&lt;br /&gt;eu curto a estrada e curto a casa da minha vó, mas é só sair pela cidade que já me irrita.&lt;br /&gt;não consigo me imaginar morando no interior. não sei como as pessoas conseguem morar em sorocaba.&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que não dá pra generalizar mas é muita concidência ruim junta.&lt;br /&gt;no shopping, na loja, no trânsito, no restaurante, o povo vive no caos e nem liga.&lt;br /&gt;parece que não mas as coisas em são paulo são bem organizadinhas.&lt;br /&gt;ufa. voltei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direto pra casa do flávio. e do bartinho, que é canhoto. igual os ursos polares.&lt;br /&gt;tomar um café e ver oc.&lt;br /&gt;e se você parou de ver por algum motivo, devia voltar a ver porque agora ficou bizarro de vez. aconteceu de tudo. tudo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;eu curto acompanhar seriados. oc é bem melhor que américa. haha&lt;br /&gt;não vejo a hora de ver o próximo episódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabou meu fim de semana que passou batido, porque fiquei por aí longem demais, algumas horas na estrada, mais outras dormindo demais e outras na espera do restaurante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111560536619600063?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878800.post-111538576714540758</id><published>2005-05-06T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:22:47.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;saladeespera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não lembrava como gibis da turma da mônica são bons.&lt;br /&gt;curto todos.&lt;br /&gt;menos os personagens novos.&lt;br /&gt;e horácio tb era meio chato.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;o resto era staili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111538576714540758?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111538576714540758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;radioiorock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aff. começou a tocar 16 military wives aqui e quase saí pulando.&lt;br /&gt;esses caras são muito felizes.&lt;br /&gt;e essa radio tb é só felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;uma belezinha.&lt;br /&gt;procura aí no itunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111526346157126093?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111526346157126093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111526346157126093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111526346157126093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111526346157126093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/radioiorock-aff.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111526242804478704</id><published>2005-05-04T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:07:08.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tropical ice-land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a preguiça fala alto demais.&lt;br /&gt;não adianta nem mais minhas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to do lists&lt;/span&gt;. preciso de uma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to do list&lt;/span&gt; com prazos.&lt;br /&gt;prazo de vida ou morte.&lt;br /&gt;tipo, se eu não terminar isso hoje vou ser obrigada a olhar para o cogumelo-fungo gigantesco-groteske que tem na árvore em frente à espm.&lt;br /&gt;pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descobri a crase desse teclado português maldito.&lt;br /&gt;na apelação, mas descobri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o que aconteceu com o trânsito esses dias?&lt;br /&gt;ida ou volta.&lt;br /&gt;caos total. ontem quase desisti e saí andando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas chega.&lt;br /&gt;amanhã é quinta e é só sair rolando até o fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111526242804478704?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111526242804478704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;brrr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... os lavradores não raro encontravam, ao despertar, pela manhã, quase trinta centímetros de neve acumulada junto aos travesseiros ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mais foda do frio é respirar ar gelado e lavar a mão na torneira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111522265555039592?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111522265555039592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111522265555039592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111522265555039592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111522265555039592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/brrr.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111513797724719613</id><published>2005-05-03T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:32:57.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;ninguém pode saber&lt;/i&gt;, das crianças japonesinhas.&lt;br /&gt;um filme incrível.&lt;br /&gt;cada detalhe e cena, tão simples que até arrepiam.&lt;br /&gt;depois de ver o filme da vontade de entrar nos fotologs &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/leiko"&gt;/leiko&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/raiko"&gt;/raiko&lt;/a&gt; e ver todas as fotos. e viver um pouquinho no japão.&lt;br /&gt;e comer curry rice. karê.&lt;br /&gt;ir até o supermercado da liberdade e comprar todos os docinhos com embalagens bonitas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111513797724719613?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111513797724719613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111513797724719613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111513797724719613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111513797724719613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/05/ningum-pode-saber-das-crianas.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111479423764207421</id><published>2005-04-29T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:03:57.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bem que podia ter &lt;i&gt;segunda aula&lt;/i&gt; no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;perdeu a primeira, vai na segunda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111479423764207421?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111479423764207421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111479423764207421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111479423764207421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111479423764207421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/04/bem-que-podia-ter-segunda-aula-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111457061826825894</id><published>2005-04-26T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:56:58.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;workaholiques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvi dizer que o site da &lt;a href="http://www.ps2.com.br"&gt;ps2&lt;/a&gt; foi atualizado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111457061826825894?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111457061826825894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111457061826825894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111457061826825894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111457061826825894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/04/workaholiques-ouvi-dizer-que-o-site-da.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111457027317689928</id><published>2005-04-26T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:51:13.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sporting life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha irmã quebrou o pé jogando futebol, o que me fez lembrar das aulas de educação física no colégio quando eu jogava handebol. um esporte nulo, que você só conhece por causa da educação física do colégio. ninguém vai parar para ver uma partida de handebol na tv. assim como ninguém vai parar para assistir uma partida de gateball, de badmington ou de um esporte de varredores de pista de gelo que eu nem sei o nome mas que tem até seu campeonato mundial.&lt;br /&gt;pena, claro. tem seu valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e era sim, meninos jogavam futebol e as meninas tinham que jogar todos os esportes porque não tinha um consenso.&lt;br /&gt;vôlei, handebol, futebol e basquete.&lt;br /&gt;me irritava esses esportes que eu não sabia jogar direito e só atrapalhava.&lt;br /&gt;ganhei um dedinho quebrado no basquete. dedinho da mão direita meio torto e que eu não posso mais estalar.&lt;br /&gt;crac.&lt;br /&gt;eu gostava de disputar campeonatos para ganhar uma medalhinha de honra ao mérito dourada.&lt;br /&gt;mas agora já ia ficar feliz em disputar uma partida de pingue pongue depois do jantar em um salão de jogos de um hotel qualquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111457027317689928?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111457027317689928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111457027317689928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111457027317689928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111457027317689928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/04/sporting-life-minha-irm-quebrou-o-p.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111456912957051682</id><published>2005-04-26T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:55:43.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sweetcutesugarlove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a banda chama &lt;a href="http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; e o disco chama heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111456912957051682?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111456912957051682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878800&amp;postID=111456912957051682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111456912957051682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878800/posts/default/111456912957051682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/2005/04/sweetcutesugarlove-banda-chama-stars-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12036086878411151628</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-6878800.post-111447520329719649</id><published>2005-04-25T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:26:43.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu até tentei pensar em alguma coisa, mas nesse momento nada resume melhor que: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FORA CARVÃO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso queimar umas negatividades que pairam sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;limpar a áurea.&lt;br /&gt;tenho matado cruelmente pessoas na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;aff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878800-111447520329719649?l=gracedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111447520329719649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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