<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:23:41.264-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pilito!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-8711559996410407420</id><published>2008-02-13T22:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:40.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O momento é de reflexão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R7OjwXkXZEI/AAAAAAAAADw/SwbECm9MnrI/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166653248879682626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R7OjwXkXZEI/AAAAAAAAADw/SwbECm9MnrI/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Confia Sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não percas a tua fé entre as sombras do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ainda que os teus pés estejam sangrando, segue para a frente, erguendo-a por luz celeste, acima de ti mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crê e trabalha. Esforça-te no bem e espera com paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tudo passa e tudo se renova na terra, mas o que vem do céu permanecerá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De todos os infelizes os mais desditosos são os que perderam a confiança em Deus e em si mesmo, porque o maior infortúnio é sofrer a privação da fé e prosseguir vivendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eleva, pois, o teu olhar e caminha. Luta e serve. Aprende e adianta-te. Brilha a alvorada além da noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hoje, é possível que a tempestade te amarfanhe o coração e te atormente o ideal, aguilhoando-te com a aflição ou ameaçando-te com a morte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não te esqueças, porém, de que amanhã será outro dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Meimei - Espírito / F. C. Xavier - Médium)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-8711559996410407420?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/8711559996410407420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=8711559996410407420' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/8711559996410407420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/8711559996410407420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-momento-de-reflexo.html' title='O momento é de reflexão...'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R7OjwXkXZEI/AAAAAAAAADw/SwbECm9MnrI/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-5539623155885183338</id><published>2008-01-22T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:40.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R5at8s4Nt-I/AAAAAAAAADo/17efq-pcYiU/s1600-h/diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158501681550178274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R5at8s4Nt-I/AAAAAAAAADo/17efq-pcYiU/s320/diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Início de ano pede novas atitudes, novos pensamentos, mas desta vez sem desculpas...essa é a oportunidade!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem e foi assim que começou! DIETA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dieta total, sem finais-de-semana para relaxar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o pensamento é perder peso, secar, entrar na garrafa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para isso a força de vontade tem que estar bombando, pois a necessidade é maior do que simplesmente "querer"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então foi assim que comecei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saladas variadas, sucos, queijos de búfala, grelhados, muitaaa fruta, água e nada de coca-cola. Para quem me conhece isso é o "Ó"...é o pior dos testes... sem palavras, mas estou conseguindo e isso é o que importa neste momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malhar? Não! Na verdade tenho uma academia em casa, só que esta tem dois braços, duas pernas, é lindo, me dá trabalho...hummmm...não é bem isso que vcs estão pensando...é de Bernardo que eu estou falando....kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem quiser se alimentar melhor o verão é uma excelente oportunidade, pois é no verão que o calor ajuda na vontade de comer alimentos mais leves, beber mais água e suco e comer muitas frutas, de preferência que tenham bastante líquido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então vai aí uma ótima receita e muitos simples de fazer...depois me digam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salada divertida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;INGREDIENTES:&lt;br /&gt;1 repolho roxo pequeno cortado em tiras finas&lt;br /&gt;3 cenoura ralada&lt;br /&gt;3 beterraba ralada&lt;br /&gt;2 pimntões vermelho em tiras finas&lt;br /&gt;2 pimntões verder em tiras finas&lt;br /&gt;Salsão picado&lt;br /&gt;1 pacote de batata palha&lt;br /&gt;2 latas de atum na àgua e sal&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de sopa de oregáno&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres de sopa de azeite&lt;br /&gt;2 colheres de sopa de mostarda&lt;br /&gt;Suco de dois limões&lt;br /&gt;Sal e pimenta do reino à gosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MODO DE PREPARO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 . Em um refratário coloque os legumes e verduras e o atum. &lt;br /&gt;2 . Em uma vasilha misture o azeite, sal, pimenta, mostarda, suco do limão e o orégano. &lt;br /&gt;3 . Jogue o molho sobre os legumes e verduras e o atum misture bem e coloque a batata palha e sirva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-5539623155885183338?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/5539623155885183338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=5539623155885183338' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/5539623155885183338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/5539623155885183338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2008/01/sos-2008.html' title='S.O.S 2008!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R5at8s4Nt-I/AAAAAAAAADo/17efq-pcYiU/s72-c/diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-4967068230141824316</id><published>2007-12-30T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:40.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS ANO VELHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R3hClQHvVPI/AAAAAAAAADg/1WDrvOaCad4/s1600-h/reveillon2006_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149939381648184562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R3hClQHvVPI/AAAAAAAAADg/1WDrvOaCad4/s400/reveillon2006_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R3g8CAHvVOI/AAAAAAAAADY/NGaNfdoJPfg/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Último dia do ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eh, quem viveu: viveu! Quem não viveu: se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;...! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uhuhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque será que todos os anos, neste período Natal/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reivellon&lt;/span&gt;, eu fico tão sentimental? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Idéia&lt;/span&gt; de mudança sempre teve um significado diferente pra mim...acho que tenho medo do novo... mas porque deveria se o novo pode ser melhor do que hoje???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que até os filmes da sessão da tarde, aqueles ridículos americanos, tiram uma lágrima dos meus olhos...e a retrospectiva da globo??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;...ta russo assim, viu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho melhor pular pro Carnaval logo...assim eu comemoro meu aniversário e choro mais um pouco...mas que merda, mais choro??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tsc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tsc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tô&lt;/span&gt; ficando mais velha e essas coisas acabam mexendo com os neuro, na moral!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas finalmente, para acabar com meus "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pobremas&lt;/span&gt;", eu tenho que fazer uma análise do meu ano, sem choro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;, e com muita atenção &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; eu sinceramente não me lembro de muita coisa...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007 foi um ano de muitas descobertas e experiências positivas para meu crescimento pessoal e profissional. As vezes não entendemos o porquê dos obstáculos, mas acabamos sentindo seu resultado depois de um tempo, quando estamos mais fortalecidos e seguros do que queremos viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de aproveitar e agradecer a todos que de alguma forma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;contribuíram&lt;/span&gt; para que isso acontecesse...estou muito feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo a todos meus amigos e parentes que conquistem 2008 assim como fizeram com 2007!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz Ano Novo meu povo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um grande beijo e até ano que vem, se Deus quiser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R3g7vwHvVNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8qoMk5wk3_A/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-4967068230141824316?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/4967068230141824316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=4967068230141824316' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/4967068230141824316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/4967068230141824316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/adeus-ano-velho.html' title='ADEUS ANO VELHO...'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R3hClQHvVPI/AAAAAAAAADg/1WDrvOaCad4/s72-c/reveillon2006_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-5062131729075951959</id><published>2007-12-21T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:40.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO PARA PENSAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2s_-AHvVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/cG20sDkKbWs/s1600-h/dar_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146277333617824962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2s_-AHvVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/cG20sDkKbWs/s400/dar_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grandes frases pronunciadas durante toda nosso história...São pensamentos profundos que dizem muitas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;Quem disser que pode amar alguém pela vida inteira é porque mente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luis de Camões&lt;br /&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver. É ferida que dói e não se sente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camilo Castelo Branco&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma luz que não deixa escurecer a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balzac&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a união duma necessidade e dum sentimento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goethe&lt;br /&gt;Quem não considera os defeitos do ser amado como virtude, não ama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;br /&gt;É preciso sofrer depois de ter sofrido, e amar, e mais amar, depois de ter amado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;A única diferença entre um capricho e uma paixão eterna, é que o capricho dura um pouco mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gottfried Leibnitz&lt;br /&gt;Amar é encontrar na felicidade de outrem a própria felicidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Platão&lt;br /&gt;Amor: uma perigosa doença mental. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vladimir Maiakovski&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é aceitar tudo. Aliás: onde tudo é aceito, desconfio que haja falta de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o sentimento dos seres imperfeitos, posto que a função do amor é levar o ser humano à perfeição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;O amor sendo cego, os enamorados não podem ver as loucuras que cometem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erma Freesman&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o único jogo no qual dois podem jogar e ambos ganharem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;John Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;O amor pode fazer um cão ladrar em versos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Quando fala o amor, a voz de todos os deuses deixa o céu embriagado de harmonia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Lutar pelo amor é bom, mas alcança-lo sem luta é melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madre Teresa&lt;br /&gt;Um coração feliz é o resultado inevitável de um coração ardente de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;André Mourois&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor erra à procura de um ser nobre sobre o qual se possa fixar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alphonse Karr&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a origem, a causa e o fim de tudo quanto existe de grande, de belo e de nobre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Castro Alves&lt;br /&gt;Amemos, porque o amor é um santo escudo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;O amor puro engrandece as almas; e quem sabe amar, sabe morrer. Não há pérola semelhante ao amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;br /&gt;Amar é mudar a alma de casa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro amor é um pouco de loucura e muita curiosidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;W. Somerser Maugham&lt;br /&gt;O amor é um sórdido embuste pelo qual a natureza nos leva a continuar a espécie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E. Rod&lt;br /&gt;No fundo de cada alma há tesouros escondidos que somente o amor permite descobrir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua Cooke&lt;br /&gt;Como são sábios aqueles que se entregam às loucuras do amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marisa Monte - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vilarejo Marisa monte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há um vilarejo ali&lt;br /&gt;Onde Areja um vento bom&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda, quem descansa&lt;br /&gt;Vê o horizonte deitar no chão&lt;br /&gt;Pra acalmar o coração&lt;br /&gt;Lá o mundo tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Terra de heróis, lares de mãe&lt;br /&gt;Paraiso se mudou para lá&lt;br /&gt;Por cima das casas, cal&lt;br /&gt;Frutas em qualquer quintal&lt;br /&gt;Peitos fartos, filhos fortes&lt;br /&gt;Sonho semeando o mundo real&lt;br /&gt;Toda gente cabe lá&lt;br /&gt;Palestina, Shangri-lá&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar e voa (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Lá o tempo espera&lt;br /&gt;Lá é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Portas e janelas ficam sempre abertas&lt;br /&gt;Pra sorte entrar&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as mesas, pão&lt;br /&gt;Flores enfeitando&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos, os vestidos, os destinos&lt;br /&gt;E essa canção&lt;br /&gt;Tem um verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Para quando você for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-5062131729075951959?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/5062131729075951959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=5062131729075951959' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/5062131729075951959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/5062131729075951959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/momento-para-pensar.html' title='MOMENTO PARA PENSAR!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2s_-AHvVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/cG20sDkKbWs/s72-c/dar_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-2422042038739016369</id><published>2007-12-18T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:40.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTA TROPA É DA ELITE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2fXSwHvVLI/AAAAAAAAADA/pazjMegr3JU/s1600-h/Outdoor-Tropa-de-elite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145317816449062066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2fXSwHvVLI/AAAAAAAAADA/pazjMegr3JU/s400/Outdoor-Tropa-de-elite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Galera!!! Tá chegando quentinho do forno o novo dvd do Vitória "Vamos subir, nego"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A partir de amanhã, em todas as bancas de jornal, junto com o Correio da Bahia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um documentário especialmente produzido para os rubro-negros de coração, contendo a trajetória do Vitória na subida da série C para a série A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Além de muitas entrevistas, o dvd traz imagens de jogos inesquecíveis e que merecem ser relembrados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E mais!!! Junto com o dvd, os torcedores ganharão de presente um lindo pôster com a foto da seleção rubro-negra, que atualmente está sendo conhecida como "A Tropa da Elite".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Para quem quiser sentir a prévia do dvd, basta acessar o link abaixo e curtir muitooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGwHEZeJPto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGwHEZeJPto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-2422042038739016369?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/2422042038739016369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=2422042038739016369' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/2422042038739016369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/2422042038739016369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/esta-tropa-da-elite.html' title='ESTA TROPA É DA ELITE!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2fXSwHvVLI/AAAAAAAAADA/pazjMegr3JU/s72-c/Outdoor-Tropa-de-elite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-7127529983736019400</id><published>2007-12-13T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:41.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AS FÉRIAS DA ABELHINHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2HqQTTNbOI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKiLGrG6BJI/s1600-h/pucca_beez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649815213468898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2HqQTTNbOI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKiLGrG6BJI/s400/pucca_beez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não foi que a abelhinha tirou férias?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para nossa alegria e cansaço paralelo Bernardinho tá na área 24h seguidas...risos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atenção!!! Pais, Avós, Avós, Dindos, Tios, Emprestados e amigos...o bicho vai pegar! Façam seus roteiros, pois cada dia um vai levar pra passear, nada de ficar com a mente parada, vamos produzir!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho algumas sugestões lúdicas para essas férias, o que vocês acham??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então vamos a lista:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio no Salvador Shopping (incentivo ao capitalismo);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na praia (incentivo ao bronzeamento natural);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na "PM", nada disso é Perini (como ele mesmo chama);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio no Shopping Itaigara (incentivo a dar uma passadinha na casa de tí ana, tí sivio e gutavo);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na casa de Dinda (ver a problemática...estou falando da música...rsrsrsr);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na casa de Tia Pata (aquela que prometeu uma piscina com Bê e Yuri e até hj nada!);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na agência (pra ver papai chegar atrasado...sempre!);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na casa de Tio Ivan (Ops! Ivan não! Eu tenho amor ao pé de meu filho);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Passeio na casa de Tia Piri (pois tem um rango descente lá pra gente);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então pensei em fazer uma homenagem a este período mágico da vida dele: as primeiras férias!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias quentes de verão&lt;br /&gt;Cocoricó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nos dias quentes de verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A gente vai no rio nadar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E nada e nada e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E nada e nada e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Até cansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O calor passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mais dá uma fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Então nos dias quentes de verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A gente vai lá no pomar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E cata laranja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cata abacaxi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E come e come e come e come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E come e come e come e come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Até dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Enchi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A fome passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mais dá um calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Uuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Então a gente volta lá pro rio pra se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Refrescar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-7127529983736019400?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/7127529983736019400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=7127529983736019400' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/7127529983736019400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/7127529983736019400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-frias-da-abelhinha.html' title='AS FÉRIAS DA ABELHINHA!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R2HqQTTNbOI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKiLGrG6BJI/s72-c/pucca_beez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-570706405628802215</id><published>2007-12-10T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:41.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pililim Pililim Pililim... Alguém ligou pra mim..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R13bejTNbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/lMbx__Jsd2c/s1600-h/telefone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142507667445345442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R13bejTNbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/lMbx__Jsd2c/s320/telefone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telefone! Êta coisa que achei que fosse para ajudar na comunicação. E quem não quer se comunicar, faz o quê? Tira o telefone do gancho, suponho?! Melhor do que ficar a madrugada inteira em estado de pânico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem, nos últimos dias venho recebendo ligações de um ser que não tem nada para fazer nas madrugadas a não ser ligar para minha casa e não dizendo nada, ainda mais "a cobrar". A cobrar de mim!!! Veja se tem situação mais escrota do que essa? Você acordar a madrugada inteira para ser sacaneado e ainda pagar por isso???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tive mais alternativa para conseguir um resto de sono em paz! Tirei o telefone do gancho e mesmo assim ainda continuei pagando por essa palhaçada!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os dias se passam e os telefonemas não param. Acho que alguém precisa viver a madrugada, falar com alguém desconhecido, um alguém que não saiba quem ele(a) é e por isso não tenha que culpa-lo(a) por quem é ou por suas atitudes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas resumindo, não sou psicóloga e acho tudo isso uma merda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse povo que não tem sono deveria tomar um calmante!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eh isso aí! Revoltei-me! rsrsrsrs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bjokassss ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-570706405628802215?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/570706405628802215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=570706405628802215' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/570706405628802215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/570706405628802215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/pililim-pililim-pililim-algum-ligou-pra.html' title='&quot;Pililim Pililim Pililim... Alguém ligou pra mim...&quot;'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R13bejTNbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/lMbx__Jsd2c/s72-c/telefone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-6172892051705991229</id><published>2007-12-10T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:41.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desbravar novos lugares!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1y55zTNbJI/AAAAAAAAACA/1JgC4_131I8/s1600-h/DSC05781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142189277224725650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1y55zTNbJI/AAAAAAAAACA/1JgC4_131I8/s320/DSC05781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1y4vDTNbII/AAAAAAAAAB4/A99kA5_BG-0/s1600-h/DSC05781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que tudo na vida tem um sentido único e verdadeiro. Viajar, descobrir novos lugares, conquistar os horizontes deveria estar ao alcance de todos, nem que fosse apenas para compor o período de amadurecimento humano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses que estão na foto são meu irmão, Raphael, e meu primo, Guilherme. Eles estão morando em UTAH, EUA. Raphael já tem 3 anos e casou-se com Chantal em Março deste ano. Guilherme acabou de chegar e vai passar três meses trabalhando e aperfeiçoando seu inglês.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa foto foi enviada por eles hoje e estou colocando aqui no blog em primeira mão!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que vocês tenham motivos de sobra para aproveitar a estada neste lugar lindo e voltem cheios de presentes para mim...risos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bjokassss ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-6172892051705991229?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/6172892051705991229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=6172892051705991229' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/6172892051705991229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/6172892051705991229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/desbravar-novos-lugares.html' title='Desbravar novos lugares!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1y55zTNbJI/AAAAAAAAACA/1JgC4_131I8/s72-c/DSC05781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921244518697270742.post-6921290810738196388</id><published>2007-12-08T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:41.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A origem de tudo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1tWHTTNbBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAbSgnjQesA/s1600-h/B%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141798083013471250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1tWHTTNbBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAbSgnjQesA/s320/B%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estou aqui para dar o ar da graça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na verdade sempre tive vontade de criar um blog para escrever "não sei o quê", mas mesmo assim eu queria...e hoje consegui colocar em prática, mesmo sem motivo aparente e justificável...risos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batizei&lt;/span&gt; meu "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; blog" de "Meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pilito&lt;/span&gt;". Vocês devem estar se perguntando o porquê deste nome, não é mesmo?! Bem, minha inspiração tem apenas 2 anos e 4 meses e se chama "Bernardo Tapioca Nunes", mesmo ele querendo que seja "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Belardo&lt;/span&gt; Tapioca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nunchi&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt; isso parece chinês...Pois bem, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bernado&lt;/span&gt;, meu filhote, cria várias palavras e termos para se expressar e uma delas foi motivo de sobra para que eu começasse a escrever sobre as coisas da nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Segue uma foto que comprova tudo. Na verdade um lindo flagrante da pureza humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bjokasss&lt;/span&gt; a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921244518697270742-6921290810738196388?l=meupilito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/feeds/6921290810738196388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921244518697270742&amp;postID=6921290810738196388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/6921290810738196388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921244518697270742/posts/default/6921290810738196388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meupilito.blogspot.com/2007/12/origem-de-tudo.html' title='A origem de tudo!!!'/><author><name>Mariana Tapioca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08976663933628613722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1yVhDTNbGI/AAAAAAAAABg/_KMvTPs5v48/S220/Mary+Guarajuba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZRunF-xbv8/R1tWHTTNbBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAbSgnjQesA/s72-c/B%C3%AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
