<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 01:06:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Strike the Pose</title><description></description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-5068387883524929398</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T17:17:01.188-03:00</atom:updated><title>Que puxa!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estrip.org/elmwood/users/tinypliny/images/1208/PeanutsGang1207.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://estrip.org/elmwood/users/tinypliny/images/1208/PeanutsGang1207.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sempre fui fã de HQ's e afins - sim, pois é - e essa semana, me emocionei ao achar &lt;a href="http://comics.com/peanuts/"&gt;ESSE&lt;/a&gt; site com tirinhas do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Brown! &lt;/span&gt;Ownn, tão minha infância! As tirinhas são em inglês e são diárias (ou seja, todo dia, assim que eu acordar às 4:40hrs, TEREI que ler uma!). Aproveitei pra dar uma relembrada nos personagens e de toda a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;febre, tipo essa camiseta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sL7FcbG0pk/RwYsXaunHrI/AAAAAAAAFks/SjbvWk0RX90/s400/PeanutsCharlieBrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sL7FcbG0pk/RwYsXaunHrI/AAAAAAAAFks/SjbvWk0RX90/s400/PeanutsCharlieBrown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu quero!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei também, uma porção de vídeos no youtube do desenho que passava na TV aberta. Segue parte do episódio mais famoso do seriado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps¹: também tem uma porção de comunidades bacanas no Orkut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps²: dica da semana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://noceucomcogumelos.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-comeco-ao-fim-o-filme.html"&gt;"Do começo ao fim - O filme"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0cJsS0Xbq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0cJsS0Xbq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-5068387883524929398?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-puxa.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sL7FcbG0pk/RwYsXaunHrI/AAAAAAAAFks/SjbvWk0RX90/s72-c/PeanutsCharlieBrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-8903448645235393575</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T16:15:39.400-03:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, ah Paris!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/wp-content/gallery/christmas-in-paris/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 488px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/wp-content/gallery/christmas-in-paris/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava coversando com um amigo sobre a francofilia exagerada dos dias atuais. Assim como os emos ou indies, há um grupo social que se diz fissurado pela cultura francesa. Ok, isso me cansa profundamente mas, não devo negar total admiração pela terra da primeira fashion victim. Sim, ela! Maria Antonieta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;De qualquer forma, resolvi aproveitar o assunto para fazer um post sobre as coisas francesas que mais me agradam/fascinam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piaf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  font-family:'times new roman';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-9AP6Tusow/SE53WUwutMI/AAAAAAAAALg/emqOE9Yc-bE/s400/Edith%2520Piaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-9AP6Tusow/SE53WUwutMI/AAAAAAAAALg/emqOE9Yc-bE/s400/Edith%2520Piaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 357px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;sem mais. Nada de Carla Bruni ou Daft Punk. Se você está na fossa, vai chegar em casa, tomar um bom banho e se atirar no sofá: bebendo champgnhe, ouvindo Piaf (e não é que existe uma comunidade que ilustra esse exato momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=3069805"&gt;Dor &amp;amp; Champagne)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/wp-content/gallery/christmas-in-paris/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/wp-content/gallery/christmas-in-paris/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 325px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Em Paris, até as mais desiludidas, como eu, amam. Nada mais comum já que, ao invés de ouvirmos "E aí gatzinha?", recebemos uma rosa acompanhada por "Pardon, má cherié".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pulando a indústria de filmes gays,  os melhores filmes são filmados ou produzidos lá, fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok, eu realmente não deveria falar sobre isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Perdão, minha adorada Cidade Maravilhosa mas, moda tem endereço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/br.yimg.com/pi/news/afp/j/080924/isgeawb03250908003808photo00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/br.yimg.com/pi/news/afp/j/080924/isgeawb03250908003808photo00.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bette Davis não era francesa mas representa bem o exemplo do tabagismo ser luxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);  font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Cheguei a conclusão que a cidade não tem tantos pontos característicos assim. Na real, o que muda são os conceitos. Fumar aqui, é coisa de pobre ignorante ou meretriz. Moças fumando em Paris, são damas sofridas. (Sou totalmente contra o fumo, foi só para ilustrar). 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ps¹: A música de fundo é "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi je Joue&lt;/span&gt;" de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Briggite Bardot&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ps²: Eu PRECISO desse vestido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ps³: Fotografias by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cherryblossomgirl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-8903448645235393575?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3946d23c4234fe8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/05/paris-ah-paris.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-9AP6Tusow/SE53WUwutMI/AAAAAAAAALg/emqOE9Yc-bE/s72-c/Edith%2520Piaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-4846253742208462009</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T18:43:49.646-03:00</atom:updated><title>UFMG</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Então, pegando carona (sim, expressão beem antiguinha) no post passado, mais um episódio da minha vida: UFMG. Sim, A universidade! Quem mora em Belo Horizonte (ou em outra região de Minas) já nasce sabendo: pessoas inteligentes, competentes e memoráveis passam pela UFMG. Ou seja, se você não passa, é um loser (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De qualquer forma, estive no campus (campus nada, aquilo é um país!) ontem, para assistir palestras, escolher a profissão e tomar rumo - tudo isso é uma desculpa para os teus pais te expulsarem de casa de forma amigável, FATO. Milhões de palestras, milhões de salas interativas, milhões de pessoas [...] Não sei o que assistir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É realmente deprimente não saber o que fazer. Imagine, é uma das primeiras decisões sérias da vida que VOCÊ tem total poder de escolha e não sabe o que escolher! Pois bem, assisti design de moda, não sei pra que, já que, citando Isabela: "é mais um daqueles cursos para pessoas que querem morar de baixo da ponte. "; Ciências econômicas, o que eu realmente penso em fazer (apesar de envolver muita matemática) e Engenharia Civil, com uma amiga. Estou CHO-CA-DA! Como assim a UFMG oferece intercâmbio de 2 anos para engenheiros civis na França? OI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Creio que seja pela falta de glamour da profissão porque, venhamos e convenhamos, aquele chapeuzinho amarelo canarinho MATA. E o que os fashionistas ganham? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vamos todos lavar os banheiros das modelos anoréxicas, prontofalei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SfoazNwPSxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UwpXw2RfJsY/s1600-h/campanha_chegadesusanboyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SfoazNwPSxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UwpXw2RfJsY/s320/campanha_chegadesusanboyle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330602576114043666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque já passou da hora, né!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-4846253742208462009?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/04/ufmg.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SfoazNwPSxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UwpXw2RfJsY/s72-c/campanha_chegadesusanboyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-1566027853764659038</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T19:58:24.240-03:00</atom:updated><title>Quando a raiva não vem, q</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sabe, quando eu criei esse blog, meu objetivo não era fazer textos sobre banalidades ou experiências memoráveis da minha vida pessoal mas, tudo bem. Eu acho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tem uma coisa que me não me deixa dormir (mentira, eu durmo sempre MUITO bem). Aquelas pessoas que não prestam, admitem isso e agem de forma adorável. Sim! Elas são sacanas, não ligam se o que elas fazem (ou deixam de fazer) vão te afetar ou não, te induzem a se envolver na vida delas, fazem merda e ainda sim, continuam sendo bacanas. E COMO ASSIM? Eu tenho o direito e dever de ficar com raiva de um cara que me ignora do nada, porque tá em crise. Volto pra casa decidida, convencida e determinada: "AQUELE GORDO, QUEM ELE PENSA QUE É?!". Durmo bem, acordo bem e, quando vou ver, ele está me dando explicações sobre a noite passada. Explicações plausíveis e reais!  Eu fico pensando, como esse tipo de pessoa consegue arrumar tantos problemas, tantas complicações e terminar no bem bom, enquanto pessoas como eu, sofrem, se preocupam, se sentem mal e quando percebem que o problema não são os sacanas-bacanas e sim a própria pessoa (uma vítima-killer), sentem uma LOUCA vontade de se jogarem do 24º andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É dramático, é melancólico mas, principalmente, é nonsense. No fim do dia, quem causou o problema se torna a vítima e quem sempre tentou resolver e explicar tudo, se sente um lixo pornô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-1566027853764659038?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-raiva-nao-vem-q.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-543884927135243720</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T16:14:47.853-03:00</atom:updated><title>Lápis, borracha, cores</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo "desenho, logo existo", então, por falta do que fazer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBGcYAaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Khrl57rFNSo/s1600-h/DSCF8496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBGcYAaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Khrl57rFNSo/s320/DSCF8496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320915017717514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse é um desenho complexo. Não por sua criação mas, pelo meu estado de espírito no dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resultado&lt;/span&gt;: não terminei, surtei, joguei fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBFpRgfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/08OqTbXsOCs/s1600-h/fh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBFpRgfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/08OqTbXsOCs/s320/fh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320915017503179250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha tentativa de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Françoise Hardy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewA8Ch76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xq5cLcoJxB8/s1600-h/pbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewA8Ch76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xq5cLcoJxB8/s320/pbj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320915014924758946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma das minhas capas favoritas - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Não terminei ainda, preciso de inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewAjfn6QI/AAAAAAAAAII/XWMCcUVeGrQ/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewAjfn6QI/AAAAAAAAAII/XWMCcUVeGrQ/s320/paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320915008335898882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando meu lápis desaparece (isso acontece com uma certa frequência), eu me jogo nas tintas e pinceis, literalmente. Mas, percebe-se que tenho uma mania terrível de não terminar as coisas :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBRUg3JI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d9jAfBgfjyo/s1600-h/Imagem+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBRUg3JI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d9jAfBgfjyo/s320/Imagem+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320915020637330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um dos meus primeiros desenhos de faces famosas, nota-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mal dá pra perceber que a moça do papel é (ou era pra ser) a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debbie Harry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: pretendo terminar. (AHAM, ÇEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-543884927135243720?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/04/lapis-borracha-cores.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SdewBGcYAaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Khrl57rFNSo/s72-c/DSCF8496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-5194522205436519892</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T15:42:39.134-03:00</atom:updated><title>Tão perto, tão longe</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmesraros.com/loja/images/temposmod02.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.filmesraros.com/loja/images/temposmod02.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  Eu não uso relógios.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não tenho, já tive, a bateria acabou. Não quis mais, pra quê? Não gosto da ideia de que todas as minhas ações devem se basear em um senso comum, um horário para todos e tudo. Talvez por isso, estou sempre atrasada, literalmente ou não. E não é porque me sinto bem ao ficar perguntando as horas, eu simplismente não ligo para elas, afinal, elas passam como tudo, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talvez elas passem, talvez apenas sejam gastas, o que importa é o que passa: elas podem ir embora e tornar tudo melhor, ou deixar saudades. Ah, saudades. Saudades de quando chovia e eu ria, sorvete no frio, gelo derretendo na pia, q. Agora é tudo tão complexo, se chove quando não devia é falta de harmonia, sorvete já engorda e gelo não anima.&lt;br /&gt; Tudo que é sólido vira líquido enquanto tudo se transforma e me deixa aflito. Tenho que me acostumar com o que vem, sem pensar nas horas gastas mas sem me esquecer que tudo, ainda, será passado. Acho que assim, entro em contradição: gosto das horas, ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-5194522205436519892?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/04/tao-perto-tao-longe.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-271534676788572679</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T14:06:25.302-03:00</atom:updated><title>Febre das barangas</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/ScZvAQ4yLAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mg7G-THywKI/s1600-h/BJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316058460481268738" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/ScZvAQ4yLAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mg7G-THywKI/s320/BJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Abandonei total! Estou enlouquecendo em meio a tantos números!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;De qualquer forma, fica uma música genial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD4UDYaIq3A"&gt;Pedra Letícia - Teorema de Carlão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Suuuuuuuper me identifiquei, ahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Vazou Living Thing by PBJ. MORRI ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-271534676788572679?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/03/febre-das-barangas.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/ScZvAQ4yLAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mg7G-THywKI/s72-c/BJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-4245768562288115737</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T13:51:40.023-03:00</atom:updated><title>Carmem e o centário</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8eR_LYyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ryPSvw1Os2w/s1600-h/carmen1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8eR_LYyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ryPSvw1Os2w/s320/carmen1268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262339220038434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E Carmem Miranda faz cem anos. É incrível como o tempo passa rápido e tanta coisa não se cria, não se perde mas, se transforma. A bicicleta em automóvel, os desenhos e os sonhos em aviões, a Segunda Guerra Mundial [...] tudo em CEM ANOS! É pouco tempo pra muita coisa. E eu fico a pensar o que ainda vai acontecer na próxima semana. Espero sinceramente, não viver por muito tempo; não sei, tenho medo de muita coisa mudar, nem pra melhor, nem pra pior. Simplesmente mudarem, de forma drástica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, nesses passados cem anos, existiu e brilhou Carmem. Baixinha, apenas 1,53,  abusava dos turbantes (sua marca registrada) e das plataformas extravagantes e incrivelmente altas que, por curiosidade, foi ela quem "criou". Na real, ela descreveu como ela queria a sandália e o criador ficou chocado. Não queria fazer tal coisa de forma alguma. Porém, deveras conquistadora, Carmem o convenceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8eyfXvKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B6CPvuMmA1w/s1600-h/carmen2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8eyfXvKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B6CPvuMmA1w/s320/carmen2001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262347945000098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim nasceram as plataformas e as mulheres altas de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8340jfVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bxq45emV6OQ/s1600-h/carmen2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8340jfVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bxq45emV6OQ/s320/carmen2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308262779141193042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ps: esse post não foi criado para expressar minha admiração por Carmem Miranda. Tal coisa exigiria páginas e mais páginas!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-4245768562288115737?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/03/carmem-e-o-centario.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/Saq8eR_LYyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ryPSvw1Os2w/s72-c/carmen1268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-1794933132089050807</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T13:21:59.486-03:00</atom:updated><title>teste</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blogg/576018/strike-the-pose?claim=vzwrqyq73sd"&gt;Follow my blog with bloglovin´&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-1794933132089050807?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/03/teste.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-7080299852077352896</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T22:10:45.643-03:00</atom:updated><title>So slow, so slow</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Holanda está com tudo! Então, vamos de make up até as botas!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O Marcelo Sommer, nspirado pelas porcelanas holandesas, apostou em um rosto bem frio, neve européia: sombrancelhas, olhos, bocas e cílios totalmente apagados, blush bem clarinho e cabelo a lá Twiggy. Sinceramente, foi minha maquiagem favorita para o inverno, simples e natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIXVxkSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_qY6k5nYEh8/s1600-h/1359721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIXVxkSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_qY6k5nYEh8/s320/1359721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308020070141759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIAZJaJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/00Y0RozE4hI/s1600-h/lucianacurtisbackstagedoestilista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIAZJaJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/00Y0RozE4hI/s320/lucianacurtisbackstagedoestilista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308020063981889682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Para os pés, ME APAIXONEI por essas botas típicas, recriadas pelo designer, eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIVu6DNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LGVPImoToco/s1600-h/1359704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIVu6DNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LGVPImoToco/s320/1359704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308020069710302418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As cores são leves, inspiradas em papéis de presente de lojas em Amsterdã, incrível a sensibilidade e a criatividade, não? De um modo geral, as roupas parecem ser demasiadamente confortáveis, sem perder a feminilidade. Adorei, só não foi melhor que o desfile da Neon ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangISq_s5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ty7qoqHqNGs/s1600-h/spfw-inv2009-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 455px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangISq_s5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ty7qoqHqNGs/s320/spfw-inv2009-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308020068888589202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-7080299852077352896?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-slow-so-slow.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SangIXVxkSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_qY6k5nYEh8/s72-c/1359721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-2186057032387232349</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T22:19:26.072-03:00</atom:updated><title>As unhas do frio</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Então, a semana acabou e nos resta admirar o que ficou (e ficará!) nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;O que mais me chamou atenção foi o quanto as unhas foram valorizadas! Também, não é pra menos, pra mim, pode estar com a roupa mais tendência forever, se usar o esmalte errado, MATA. Então, a tendência para as unhas são retrô &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SanctpXjmoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jgTCM4qR5OA/s1600-h/francesinha-retro-com-meia-lua-invertida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SanctpXjmoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jgTCM4qR5OA/s320/francesinha-retro-com-meia-lua-invertida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016312589720194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CAROL%7E1.CAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CAROL%7E1.CAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CAROL%7E1.CAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CAROL%7E1.CAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Algo como uma meia lua de ponta cabeça, muito usada pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dita Von Teese, loosho total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SanctrPjySI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aZ2V-kKqgnA/s1600-h/dita_vonteese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SanctrPjySI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aZ2V-kKqgnA/s320/dita_vonteese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016313093048610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Para quem não quer ficar com cara de pin up, vale apostar nas cores mais escuras, como navy, preto, roxo bem escuro e até cinza! O importante é não estragar o look inteiro com unhas mal feitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-2186057032387232349?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-unhas-do-frio.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SanctpXjmoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jgTCM4qR5OA/s72-c/francesinha-retro-com-meia-lua-invertida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-4638216253247814655</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T21:44:56.448-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;!-- Include the Google Friend Connect javascript library. --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/script/friendconnect.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Define the div tag where the gadget will be inserted. --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div-1235695450642" style="width:282px;border:1px solid #ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Render the gadget into a div. --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var skin = {};&lt;br /&gt;skin['HEIGHT'] = '385';&lt;br /&gt;skin['BORDER_COLOR'] = '#ff99ff';&lt;br /&gt;skin['ENDCAP_BG_COLOR'] = '#e0ecff';&lt;br /&gt;skin['ENDCAP_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#000000';&lt;br /&gt;skin['ENDCAP_LINK_COLOR'] = '#330033';&lt;br /&gt;skin['ALTERNATE_BG_COLOR'] = '#ff99ff';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_BG_COLOR'] = '#ffffff';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_LINK_COLOR'] = '#330033';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_LINK_COLOR'] = '#7777cc';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_SECONDARY_TEXT_COLOR'] = '#666666';&lt;br /&gt;skin['CONTENT_HEADLINE_COLOR'] = '#333333';&lt;br /&gt;google.friendconnect.container.setParentUrl('/' /* location of rpc_relay.html and canvas.html */);&lt;br /&gt;google.friendconnect.container.renderMembersGadget(&lt;br /&gt; { id: 'div-1235695450642',&lt;br /&gt;   site: '04158687361138215318' },&lt;br /&gt;  skin);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-4638216253247814655?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/var-skin-skinheight-385-skinbordercolor.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-7626546142504841108</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T21:20:48.232-03:00</atom:updated><title>Não tenho tempo :o</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SacxkAFOmTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L5mkAJDYKqw/s1600-h/grafico_razoespelasquaisosb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 470px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SacxkAFOmTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L5mkAJDYKqw/s320/grafico_razoespelasquaisosb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307265180446398770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, eu não tenho renda familiar, é pura falta do que fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-7626546142504841108?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-tenho-tempo-o.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SacxkAFOmTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L5mkAJDYKqw/s72-c/grafico_razoespelasquaisosb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-1582993646295175475</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T18:06:41.334-02:00</atom:updated><title>MADONNAAAAAAAAA</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ela veio, ela veio, EU FUI! Depois de 15 anos sem pisar no Brasil, Madge's back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Eu não vou nem tentar escrever o quanto foi amei zing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Antes mesmo de começarem a vender os ingressos pela internet (sou excluída da sociedade, moro em BH), eu já tive que começar com minha "luta". Nem tive que implorar para viajar sozinha pro Rio, minha mãe me deu apoio TOTAL, também néé! No dia 1º de setembro (meia noite), começou. Tickets4fun, aquela DESGRAÇA não funciona. Ficamos eu e minha amigas com 5 pc's ligados, tentado abrir mas, o site não aguentou tamanho acesso e eu quis morrer. Fui dormir com o coração apertado pelas 5hrs; durante todo o dia ficamos ligando loucamente até que, finalmente conseguimos: PISTA. Não foi VIP graças ao site (ARGH), mas conseguimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRMZU60_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/eO3mV5rKYzY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRMZU60_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/eO3mV5rKYzY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292760023585778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dia 23, Rio de Janeiro (♥♥♥).  Onze horas, meia noite, uma, duas, três da manhã, e eu estou no Copacabana Palace, ENLOUQUECIDA, SURTADA junto a mais um tanto de louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdSONTwD1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tLb7mQkTVVg/s1600-h/show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdSONTwD1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tLb7mQkTVVg/s320/show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298293890668826450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dia 24, O DIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Às 15 fomos pra fila, que dava pouco mais de 4 voltas no Maraca. GAYS, GAYS E MAIS GAYS (♥), fiz amizades, comi Mc Donald's, dei tchau pra Globo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRLwJGu7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Nh_Eb0VM4Co/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRLwJGu7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Nh_Eb0VM4Co/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292748968180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;CHUVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 18:30, abrem os portões! Fê, Pipoquinha, Alex, Amiga, todos me acompanham. Dançamos até a morte, brigamos, matamos o careca, ficamos LOUCOS com o cheiro de maconha na nossa frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRL185wtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cpIhv4o8Rlw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRL185wtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cpIhv4o8Rlw/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292750527611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OLHA O M DA PIRANHAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Após um atraso esperado, ACENDEM os M's. COMEÇOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRNHuTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NgtkgqiJBl0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRNHuTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NgtkgqiJBl0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292772478075714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ela entra, faz cara de desprezo, o Maracanã vai a LOUCURA. Sério, nunca senti aquilo antes. Toda aquela energia, todo mundo no mesmo ritmo, coração PULANDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRM-C8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z0o_qEUdvIw/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRM-C8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z0o_qEUdvIw/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292769880302962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;GAME OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Acabou, toca Holiday, estou BARANGA MASTER, e o Maraca suuuuuuper limpo! 8 horas de chuva que eu nunca senti! Não consigo descrever o restante do show. É demais. Eu não sei como me senti, foi algo único e eu nunca vou conseguir explicar. Madonna no Rio - 24/12/2008, vou guardar pra sempre ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-1582993646295175475?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/madonnaaaaaaaaa.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdRMZU60_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/eO3mV5rKYzY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-2769919991515817261</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T17:33:05.841-02:00</atom:updated><title>It's a living thing!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdKSHGqgNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72_BtW2SdSw/s1600-h/v.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdKSHGqgNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72_BtW2SdSw/s320/v.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298285161629778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*-----------------------------------------*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-2769919991515817261?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-living-thing.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdKSHGqgNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72_BtW2SdSw/s72-c/v.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-7131912270329135206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T17:31:13.471-02:00</atom:updated><title>MMM</title><description>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdIoKeChaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lK-TojNRstQ/s1600-h/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdIoKeChaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lK-TojNRstQ/s320/as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298283341466994082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maysa Monjardim Matarazzo&lt;/span&gt;. Não consigo nem imaginar o quanto essa mulher foi importante. Sua vida intensa, sua ousadia uma constante, seus olhos verdes lendários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu devo admitir que fiquei ENLOUQUECIDA com a produção da Globo para a minissérie que retrata a vida dessa cantora. Figurino impecável, cenário, fotografia, atores [...] Larissa Maciel deu um show, literalmente. Também, não era pra menos já que, quem dirigiu a série foi ninguém mais, ninguém menos que Jayme Monjardim (E QUE FILHO, HEIN? MINHO, CALL ME!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sempre me identifiquei com o jeito de Maysa. O fato de ela fazer o que quer, sem pensar mas, morrer de arrependimento depois. Sem falar no orgulho de ser carioca. Carioca mesmo, aquela cultura que só quem conhece entende. Ler O Globo, se sentir bem ao ver ou sentir o cheiro do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher apaixonada, em todos os sentidos, mãe ausente mas ainda sim, mãe; dona de um talento incontestável, foi Maysa. A primeira cantora brasileira a cantar no Japão. Gravou em diversas linguas, teve (e tem fãs) de várias gerações, culturas. Uma homenagem foi mais que merecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra terminar, fotos e um trecho de seu baú memorável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdHU31HJmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PBvtCBj7-WQ/s1600-h/87i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdHU31HJmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PBvtCBj7-WQ/s320/87i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298281910534350434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Maysa em sua carteira de identidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdHVLRbqaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RP5HqeFf1IM/s1600-h/Untitled+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdHVLRbqaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RP5HqeFf1IM/s320/Untitled+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298281915753408930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Larissa Maciel interpretando (eu fiquei 5horas babando nesse óculos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Sou Maysa Figueira Monjardim, tenho 40 anos e casei meu único filho. Vivo no Rio de Janeiro mas, meu paraíso fica em Maricá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bjs, meu mundo caiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-7131912270329135206?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmm.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/SYdIoKeChaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lK-TojNRstQ/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-289820115438443703</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T17:14:39.481-02:00</atom:updated><title>Back!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Back to blond! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pois é, nesse meio tempo, teve Fashion Rio, Fashion Week, Little Joy (EU NÃO FUI), Tiradentes (EU FUI), Madonna (EU FUI), Paul Oakenfold (EU FUI), Maysa (EU VI) e Carol loira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Muitas histórias, muitos posts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beijinho Doce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-289820115438443703?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2009/02/back.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-2942226263346041295</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T18:21:17.073-02:00</atom:updated><title>Finalmente</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu sempre postei aqui, com datas erradas. Sempre no dia 03/12, porque eu espero por esse dia faz muito tempo. E, hoje é esse dia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums3/ATgAAAAlQ0UZchEfCBztcZ3OuVIHpctROquZdDhgknRRBmXJU6IWxN7FHHrUzSGljBPGPzRBoNBwgQ3TS01g4CcalZxrAJtU9VD8CUWx_1Np17-PIWqoRrbVB5jbvQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 696px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums3/ATgAAAAlQ0UZchEfCBztcZ3OuVIHpctROquZdDhgknRRBmXJU6IWxN7FHHrUzSGljBPGPzRBoNBwgQ3TS01g4CcalZxrAJtU9VD8CUWx_1Np17-PIWqoRrbVB5jbvQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Minha cara de animação TOTAL (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-2942226263346041295?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalmente.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-134283668785216912</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T15:23:52.567-02:00</atom:updated><title>Tendências pós passarelas</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Estão aqui, as tendências que, definitivamente, vieram pra ficar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imperador.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/esmaltes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://imperador.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/esmaltes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Os esmaltes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STgRr5V01GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aHAdAZAMm0o/s1600-h/zooey_deschanel_5149541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STgRr5V01GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aHAdAZAMm0o/s320/zooey_deschanel_5149541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275986409288946786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vestidinhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de festa encurtaram;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.craveonline.com/article_imgs/Image/Katy-Perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://images.craveonline.com/article_imgs/Image/Katy-Perry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   C&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intura &lt;/span&gt;alta e marcada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dojapao.com.br/fotos/959-img44390571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.dojapao.com.br/fotos/959-img44390571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lencinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; amarrado no pescoço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbh8eeDMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/fCfPT6ROs8k/s1600-h/rbmghx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbh8eeDMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/fCfPT6ROs8k/s320/rbmghx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275652442598617730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Tiaras e laços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGPhC_jqCvc/SLi3rg2VxiI/AAAAAAAAApg/HURrxZi9pwo/s320/dieckmann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGPhC_jqCvc/SLi3rg2VxiI/AAAAAAAAApg/HURrxZi9pwo/s320/dieckmann.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vestidões longos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e estampados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230_no_border/Ugly-Betty-T-Shirt_494989FD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230_no_border/Ugly-Betty-T-Shirt_494989FD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O seriado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; virou febre;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Itálico" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Itálico" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://atrevida.uol.com.br/revista/Edicoes/152/imagens/meninooumenina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 532px;" src="http://atrevida.uol.com.br/revista/Edicoes/152/imagens/meninooumenina3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calça saruel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; demorou, mas pegou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lyricsreg.com/fw_images/artists/84_KateNash_L140207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.lyricsreg.com/fw_images/artists/84_KateNash_L140207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amarelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; foi usado por todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-134283668785216912?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/tendncias-ps-passarelas.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STgRr5V01GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aHAdAZAMm0o/s72-c/zooey_deschanel_5149541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-5838427015791237859</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T17:04:01.278-02:00</atom:updated><title>Jus ao template</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Até a época do blog da globo, layout era template. Acho que estou ficando velha, anyway, o template é do Marie Antoinette de 2006, por Sofia Coppola. A Kirsten fez uma atuação incrível (eu poderia ficar horas falando sobre a produção e a fotografia do filme), mas o que me deixa impressionada meesmo, é o figurino/cenário. Foi realmente justo esse longa ter vencido O diabo veste Prada. Por mais que, o adversário apresente looks clássicos (Dolce&amp;amp;Gabbana, Chanel...) Marie Antoinette supera. Os doces fazendo contraste com os sapatos, os pentiados representando uma nova vertente, ousada, em uma monarquia tão conservadora. AMEI ZING ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbZKb_FSAI/AAAAAAAAADA/s-TnrqOpNh0/s1600-h/arte_marie-antoinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 513px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbZKb_FSAI/AAAAAAAAADA/s-TnrqOpNh0/s320/arte_marie-antoinette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275642786845378562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ps: pretendo fazer um post só para esse filme, later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-5838427015791237859?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/jus-ao-template.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbZKb_FSAI/AAAAAAAAADA/s-TnrqOpNh0/s72-c/arte_marie-antoinette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-1830173713380290842</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T16:56:56.800-02:00</atom:updated><title>Gays forever</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eu não acho que ressaca seja ruim, se estou de ressaca tenho a certeza que bebi o suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Parece meio ridículo dizer, bebi o suficiente, mas é assim que funciona para nós, "homens do sexo masculino". Saímos para apenas duas coisas, beber e/ou conseguir mulher. A ressaca é a prova de que uma das nossas necessidades foi realizada com sucesso. A outra é um pouco mais complexa, não requer apenas dinheiro e um fígado (ok, às vezes só dinheiro, mas não é o caso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As formas de conseguir mulheres. Existe as corretas, e as que os homens se vendem à dominação feminina. Dominação feminina? isso existe, posso provar (depois faço para não me perder).O jeito correto é ficar no bar, bebendo, e esperar a "presa" vir, para então atacar. Já a forma que cede à dominação é ir para pista e se acabar. Sério, alguém que vai para a pista com o intuito de pegar mulé (ok, é um intuito digno), mas é uma pessoa sem amor próprio. Homem não gosta de dançar, isso é um fato. Dançar somente para acasalar, e tem que valer muito a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chegamos a dominação, as mulheres querem que nos humilhemos perante ela, e isso é acontece. As mulheres tem os homens nas mãos. Homens vão à pista somente para conseguir as moças, já as mulheres fazem o que querem e os homens simplesmente babam, sem a possibilidade de dar fora nelas ( se der, a primeira meta de uma noitada não foi concluída, AINDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  E não pára por ai, muitos homens se casam apenas para não precisar mais tomar decisões difíceis. Homem casado, simplesmente não tem direito à palavra. Discussões apenas acontecem, pelo fato de certos homens não aceitarem que a dominação que acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Caso uma discussão ocorra, as mulheres tem uma frase que se dita, apunhala os homens de uma forma que o deixa sem ação, acabando com qualquer tipo de ação.Que frase é essa? NÃO TE DAREI HOJE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quatro palavras que PROVAM, que as mulheres dominam. E, talvez, o controle remoto seja o único foco de resistência (desde que não seja na hora da novela).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Texto by Ulian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-1830173713380290842?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/gays-forever.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-3455367674703739552</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T17:11:58.911-02:00</atom:updated><title>Evento em BH :o</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bem, eu moro (INFELIZMENTE) em Belo Horizonte e, pra quem não sabe, não existe nada interessante por aqui além da minha pessoa, é claro. Estava vendo tv semana passada e vi um comercial sobre a feira dos cem anos de imigração japonesa. Me aprontei e fui de Angélica até o Expominas. Chegando lá, fiquei impressionada com a infra-estrutura e toda a dedicação do pessoal para fazer um evento realmente bem feito. A única coisa que não gostei foi o fato da exposição japonesa ser muito pequena. Consegui ver tudo em 2 horas mas, por outro lado, a feira de artesanato, estava um LOOSHO! Tive que voltar no dia seguinte para ver tudo com muuuita calma! Lojas de todo o Brasil, e Oriente Médio. Lenços árabes que me fizeram lembrar daquela novela global, O Clone, ahahhaha, bons tempos. Em fim, gostei muito e estou ansiosa para o próximo evento, que será uma exposição sobre a vida e trabalho de Darwin (♥). Segue algumas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS7zwfRjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QoevwMtXNoI/s1600-h/DSCF7553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS7zwfRjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QoevwMtXNoI/s320/DSCF7553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635938458814002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Entrada da exposição japonesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS8sd4BVI/AAAAAAAAACY/E351s93FOpw/s1600-h/DSCF7576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS8sd4BVI/AAAAAAAAACY/E351s93FOpw/s320/DSCF7576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635953681565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS87yZt_I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZxRuskc8nMc/s1600-h/DSCF7570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS87yZt_I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZxRuskc8nMc/s320/DSCF7570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635957794191346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Amei zing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS844QpQI/AAAAAAAAACo/DcoSmcYFIZw/s1600-h/DSCF7641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS844QpQI/AAAAAAAAACo/DcoSmcYFIZw/s320/DSCF7641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635957013456130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Loja Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS9RsVttI/AAAAAAAAACw/7UdWjARoixI/s1600-h/DSCF7642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS9RsVttI/AAAAAAAAACw/7UdWjARoixI/s320/DSCF7642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635963674343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Síria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbU3oRTu_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UAo5heI5hLE/s1600-h/DSCF7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbU3oRTu_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UAo5heI5hLE/s320/DSCF7714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275638065679023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Osama forever (♥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu gorda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-3455367674703739552?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/evento-em-bh-o.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STbS7zwfRjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QoevwMtXNoI/s72-c/DSCF7553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-4727675641537699089</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T16:02:52.734-02:00</atom:updated><title>Azeite, inglês ausente</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donnaoliva.net/bitmaps/detalhe_azeite.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.donnaoliva.net/bitmaps/detalhe_azeite.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente detesto pessoas ausentes. Se você não está presente, creio que é BEM claro para todos que você não está "lá", em matéria física. Em casos mais distantes, você não estabelece contato, nem responde caso seja feito por outro indivíduo. Seguindo essa linha de raciocínio, é óbvio que se você não está presente, automaticamente e conseqüentemente, você está ausente. Não precisamos de plaquinhas, principalmente usando essa palavra medíocre. E digo isso em nome de todas as palavras! "Ausente" além de ter um conceito óbvio (conforme foi explicado anteriormente) é um palavrão desgraçado (lembre-se, "degraçado" vem de "desgraça" - Má fortuna, infortúnio, desventura). Me lembra "All of us sente", não faz sentido, mas é inglês. Não que eu prefira o inglês, de modo algum. É apenas um idioma agradável ao meu ver. Por outro lado, "ausente" me faz pensar em "azeite", óleo detestável! Meu pai sempre traz azeite pra casa, não importa da onde ele venha. E todos passam horas a ouvi-lo contar as mais "incríveis" histórias sobre aquele azeite em questão. Colocar azeite no prato é como implorar para o cão urinar no gramado, você sabe que o resultado será lastimável mas quer parecer bem. Ou, como eu diria, "Aparecer".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Azeite não passa de um gênero caro, que todos fazem questão de adorar mas na verdade, devem odiar. Passam a vida comprando pelo simples fato de desejarem ceiar com luxo e apreciar a cultura lusitana. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pois então, não venha me dizer que estás ausente!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-4727675641537699089?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/azeite-ingls-ausente.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-6437821976628061768</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T15:35:20.022-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>futuro</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>chrome</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>google</category><title>Google forever (♥)</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   Eu fico cada dia mais impressionada com o Google. Lembro-me de quando era criança, ainda no Windows 95, jogando Mortal Kombat logo quando a empresa foi criada. Junto com um Linux mais aperfeiçoado (na época) eu comecei a usar o Google, daí em diante, só me surpreendi. Google maps, Google Earth, Orkut [...] Por deus, eu quero seguir a carreira do meu pai e trabalhar lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   Anyway, agora (tá bom, já faz algum tempo) vem o Chrome. Como eu amava o Internet Explorer! Devo confessar que foi difícil trocar ele pelo Mozilla, mas agora, com o Chrome tudo é mais fácil [/propaganda de absorvente]! Pra começar, minha função favorita: abas independentes! MELDELS, há quanto tempo eu preciso disso! Além de elas serem práticas no caso de outras travarem (acredite, no Chrome as coisas travam raramente), elas se movem como mágica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.pcworld.com/staffblog/archives/google_chrome_screen_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://blogs.pcworld.com/staffblog/archives/google_chrome_screen_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   E eu fico aqui, que nem vó desatualizada! Good Lord, juntem se à mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-6437821976628061768?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/google-forever.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560089985617215713.post-198312715285292896</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T14:28:25.970-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>madson</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>aeew</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bonde</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>role</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>felicidade</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>férias</category><title>Cansei de ser sexy</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois é, cansei dessa vida! Deletei todos, apaguei os posts, só deixei dois, para recordação {?????}&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, FÉRIAS! Aleluia irmão! Estava precisando, como estava! Agora sim, posso lavar as mãos, (literalmente) com calma, organizar minhas tralhas e estudar bastante :)&lt;br /&gt;2009 vem aí, e estou com minha agenda (super badalada) LOTADA! Curso, pilates, rpg, monitoria, teclado, física [...] estou amaando! Pois bem, enquanto o ano novo não chega, faltam 12 dias putada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STazGD_NC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6OFd1LaxI4/s1600-h/travestibeijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STazGD_NC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6OFd1LaxI4/s320/travestibeijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275600930242104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560089985617215713-198312715285292896?l=amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://amsterdam-2004.blogspot.com/2008/12/cansei-de-ser-sexy.html</link><author>iusemouthwash@gmail.com (Marie Antoinette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9D2wIuTYE-k/STazGD_NC-I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6OFd1LaxI4/s72-c/travestibeijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>