<?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-4128574</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:45:39.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>liberte-se</title><subtitle type='html'>liberte-se de tudo e de todos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846313875246375</id><published>2003-07-17T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:32:18.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zel... você é um gênio!!!!! e com acentos!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846313875246375?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846313875246375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846313875246375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846313875246375' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846308178151401</id><published>2003-07-17T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:31:21.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846308178151401?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846308178151401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846308178151401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846308178151401' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846240209501599</id><published>2003-07-17T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:20:02.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>puta coisa sem cor né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846240209501599?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846240209501599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846240209501599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846240209501599' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846228103836246</id><published>2003-07-17T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:18:01.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bosta de acentos... eu não sei quem é amis idiota: nós porque temos ou eles porque não tem acentos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846228103836246?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846228103836246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846228103836246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846228103836246' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846214925868470</id><published>2003-07-17T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:15:49.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chutar o balde e mandar tudo a merda taalvez não seja uma grande idéia e nem traduz o que eu realmente quero... mas é fato que não suporto mulherzisse = frescura feminina.&lt;br /&gt;aí o outro me pergunta: como você não suporta isso e gosta de mulher?&lt;br /&gt;ok, eu deveria suportar... mas é bem difícil, perco a paciência e acabo sendo agressiva, só para variar um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;aí me arrependo e fico passando mal com o telefone na mão, pensando no que eu vou falar na próxima conversa...&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrgh, que meléca.&lt;br /&gt;mas me irrita, irrita profundamente essa bixisse toda sabe, esse cú doce sem fim, essa cara de bunda maldita, essa confusão entre não saber o que quer...&lt;br /&gt;e se não bastasse tem ainda a conversa séria sobre se aceitar ou não e blah blah blah... aí o clima fica uma bosta... é... mas o sexo fica cada vez melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846214925868470?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846214925868470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846214925868470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846214925868470' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846184784976502</id><published>2003-07-17T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:10:47.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e os velhinhos nnão vão embora e não me deixam viver em paz DO JEITO QUE EU QUERO... meu deus, meu deus, meu deus... me dá MUITA paciência...&lt;br /&gt;aí hoje eu saio daqui, vou pra puta que pariu, pego roupas, me troco, pego transito, vou para a faap, vou pra casa da ju e tento negociar com eles para dormir na flávia... que desculpa devo dar:&lt;br /&gt;a. O COQUETEL ACABA TARDE&lt;br /&gt;b. AMANHÃ É RODÍZIO DO CARRO&lt;br /&gt;c. O COQUETEL ACABA TARDE E É RODÍZIO DO CARRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou pensar... aliás, quando que em 2 horas e 30 minutos eu vou conseguir ir e voltar HBO-CASA-CASA-FAAP... a pessoas vão ficar um pouco bravas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846184784976502?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846184784976502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846184784976502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846184784976502' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846159559297998</id><published>2003-07-17T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:06:35.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é, voltei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846159559297998?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846159559297998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846159559297998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846159559297998' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105846155792215593</id><published>2003-07-17T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T14:05:57.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai ai ai... porque a tosse insiste em ficar?&lt;br /&gt;tô fumando super pouco, diga-se: NÃO ESTOU FUMANDO... FUMO 2 CIGARROS AO DIA, CIGARROS INDIANOS!!! NÃO PONHO MAIS MARLBORO, L&amp;M OU WHATEVER NA BOCA... oops, cuidado!&lt;br /&gt;e a tosse não passa... ô CRISTO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105846155792215593?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846155792215593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105846155792215593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846155792215593' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-105665047464189481</id><published>2003-06-26T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T15:01:14.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>atendendo a pedidos.. tô voltando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-105665047464189481?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105665047464189481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/105665047464189481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105665047464189481' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94899258</id><published>2003-05-26T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T12:23:09.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>às vezes os dicionários dizem tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;conhecimento&lt;/b&gt; [De &lt;i&gt;conhecer + -imento&lt;/i&gt;.] S. m. 1. Ato ou efeito de conhecer. 2. Idéia, noção. 3. Informação, notícia, ciência. 4. Prática da vida; experiência. 5. Discernimento, critério, apreciação. 6. Consciência de si mesmo; acordo. 7. Pessoa com quem travamos relações. 8. Filos. No sentido mais amplo, atributo geral que têm os seres vivos de reagir ativamente ao mundo circundante, na medida de sua organização biológica e no sentido de sua sobrevivência. 9. Filos. Processo pelo qual se determina a relação entre sujeito e objeto. 10. Filos. A apropriação do objeto pelo pensamento, como quer que se conceba essa apropriação: como definição, como percepção clara, apreensão completa, análise, etc. 11. Filos. A posição, pelo pensamento, de um objeto como objeto, variando o grau de passividade ou de atividade que se admitam nessa posição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mulher&lt;/b&gt; . [Do lat. &lt;i&gt;muliere&lt;/i&gt;.] S. f. 1. O ser humano do sexo feminino. 2. Esse mesmo ser humano considerado como parcela da humanidade. 3. A mulher (1) na idade adulta. 4. Restr. Adolescente do sexo feminino que atingiu a puberdade; moça. 5. &lt;b&gt;Mulher (1) dotada das chamadas qualidades e sentimentos femininos (carinho, compreensão, dedicação ao lar e à família, intuição).&lt;/b&gt; 6. A mulher (1) considerada como parceira sexual do homem. 7. Cônjuge do sexo feminino; a mulher (1) em relação ao marido; esposa. 8. Amante, companheira, concubina. 9. Mulher que apresenta os requisitos necessários para um determinado empreendimento, para um determinado encargo: mulher de negócios. 10. Uma mulher (1) qualquer; dona: Quem telefonou? | - Uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;terapia = descobertas dos sentidos mais femininos e mais incríveis do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;chega de toda aquela agressividade. e que venha a sensibilidade(a toda prova neste fim de semana!).&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94899258?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94899258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94899258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94899258' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94763794</id><published>2003-05-22T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T22:28:21.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>complexo.&lt;br /&gt;essa é a palavra da semana.&lt;br /&gt;uau, quanta informação... e graças a não sei quem, a minha cabeça e o meu coração estão aqui: firme e forte.&lt;br /&gt;e sinto, pela primeira vez, o que é NÃO IDEALIZAR.&lt;br /&gt;anotem em seus diários: eu vou escrever um livro sobre as relações humanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94763794?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94763794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94763794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94763794' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94593451</id><published>2003-05-19T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T16:00:27.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"retratos da minha vida"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - escrito pela &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;zel-linda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;não é fácil ser eu (r)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:00h &lt;/b&gt;- (trim trim trim) desligo o despertador. oito horas... ah, eu tenho que estar no trabalho às 10h. eu fui dormir às 3h, acho que posso dormir mais um tiquinho só e dá tempo, só um pouquinho e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:33h &lt;/b&gt;- acordo de leve, e quando olho o relógio... ai, já tou atrasada. não vai dar tempo. se o ônibus demorar, eu atraso, e não posso. táxi! isso, vou de táxi. bom, como vou de táxi, dá pra dormir mais uns 10 minutos e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:02h &lt;/b&gt;- hmmmm, quanto tempo eu demoro mesmo até ficar pronta e sair? ah, não mais que 20 minutos. mais 10 minutos pra chegar lá, então posso dormir mais 28 minutos! oba, só um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:38h &lt;/b&gt;- AI CARALHO (chutando edredon e pulando da cama) por que eu sempre faço isso? sempre, sempre, sempre? da próxima vez (caçando a toalha do banho) eu levanto às 8:30h logo de uma vez e saio da cama! INFERNO! será que curso vai atrasar? e eu quero tomar café, droga, droga (banho quente, mais demorado do que convém). cadê o creme, inferno? (desce escadas) ai, o celular, caralho (sobe escadas). chega logo, táxi maldito!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então, tirando que eu vou de carro e entro às 11.00am, é só atrasar a história em uma hora... INFERRRRRNO, odeio dormir pouco! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94593451?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94593451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94593451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94593451' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94458964</id><published>2003-05-16T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T14:37:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assiti "Matrix Reloaded" e não quero falar sobre pq tô com preguiça...&lt;br /&gt;mas só digo uma coisa: ISSO É MATRIX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/MX2CT-123.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/C128-25A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/MX2CT-986.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/C421-17R.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/ESCFX-092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0234215/poster_carrie_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Trinity é a mais incrível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94458964?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94458964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94458964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94458964' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94270886</id><published>2003-05-13T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T12:57:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;eu não consigo trabalhar mesmo! a pauta agora é "tpm"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fernanda e jú(enlouquecida, engraçadíssima...), no messenger:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fe....seu coração bate mais forte por quem hj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, que pergunta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tÁ pensando que isso é jogo do milhão....aqui o negocio é serio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hauhuhauhahau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que idiotaque vc está... aposto que vai descer pra você em 10 miutos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atenção começando a contagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Essa experiência me deixou curado da minha doença burguesa"&lt;br /&gt;GENIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparar pilotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acessorios a bordo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globulos vermelhos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ovários policisticos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trompas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressão gasosa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disfunsões gastrointestinais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabeça fresca.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahuhauhuahuhahau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirando a tensão.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ju, minha chefe quer saber do que eu estou rindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começando....o processo de volta a razão.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diminuição dos sentimentos......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limpeza das paredes uterinas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aumento da temperatura corporal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHUHAUHAUHUAHUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHUAHUHAUHAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA JÚ!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí aí!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARALHO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ui....mtas pontadas!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚÚ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou tomar um Feldene correndo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero a bolsa de agua quente!!!!!!!! AGORA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao quero mais falar..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aia aiaiaiaiaiaiaiiaiiaiaiaiaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS VOLTAR AO ASSUNTO DO CORAÇAO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAAUUAUAHUHAUHAUHAUHAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai logo, sua merda!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e então .............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JÚ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E nessa casa tem gotera...pinga ni mim...pinga ni mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bom diaaaaaaaaa! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VC É mega BOBA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94270886?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94270886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94270886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94270886' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-94061520</id><published>2003-05-09T14:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T14:01:31.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;e então, porque eu não consigo trabalhar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fernanda e vanessa conversam no messenger:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will call you from rio anyway to tell you when i am coming to sp&lt;br /&gt;i plan to come the 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it´s a litlle cold here, bring some "brazillian winter" clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i am just litle things plus a lot of flip flop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a big suit case full of little top and trousers and flip flop(LEIA-SE: HAVAIANAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well during the  morning (1.00am - 9.00 am) can do 9 - 15 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the weather like in sp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sp is cold and it´s wet, that´s the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rio should be warmer isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is... but sp is wet and it´s colder as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring some coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep looking the weather cast to know what to bring with me because for me it will not be so cold i guess because of the weather of london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jean jacket will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, do whatever you want to do... but I told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no come on i am asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know london is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can not have the same cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not lend you any cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, but now is winter in brazil... and sp is the colder city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the temperature right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the temperature is not so low as in london but here is very WET, so it´s worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..18 deegres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at nigh 10 wet degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off vanees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shush, stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shush is my word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es mio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"é minha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpe, obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen i am looking to the forecast and it is 23 in rio right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which can be our summer here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep my little sexy top into my suit case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... but I am telling you.. even if it´s the same temperature, it´s not the same body sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring your flip flop and you sexy top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me to be cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don´t forget to bring ONE black coat(can combine with everything) and you dirty playboy trousers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaness says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will take some of your clothe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to be a millionaire? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, you won´t! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-94061520?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94061520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/94061520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94061520' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93947899</id><published>2003-05-07T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T17:41:30.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"GALVÃO: EU JÁ SABIA!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/misc/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93947899?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93947899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93947899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93947899' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93947795</id><published>2003-05-07T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T17:39:28.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>para mim ela poderia ser considerada a rainha das dykes... que dyke nunca assitiu "La Femme Nikita" e ficou passada com a Peta Wilson, diz pra mim?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;ela era TOTALdyke na série!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então, como disse a dani barbi, essa é &lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"eu amo essa mulher"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/filmtv/tv/lfn/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/filmtv/tv/lfn/54.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/filmtv/tv/lfn/nikita_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/magazines/flare/mar99/flare5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/magazines/gear/xx98/gear983.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/magazines/gear/jan00/gear20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://petawilson-online.com/images/photos/magazines/gq/aussie99/gq03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.¹: alguém descobre pra mim se ela é dyke?&lt;br /&gt;p.s.²: alguém arruma a foto da marina lima de touca no programa da daniela cicarelli?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93947795?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93947795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93947795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93947795' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93945147</id><published>2003-05-07T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T16:46:05.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(tô escrevendo sem parar hoje)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha... me diverti com esse negócio aí em baixo(www.googlism.com)... muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;antes que eu me esqueça: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***APLAUSE***&lt;br /&gt;***CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP***&lt;br /&gt;***APLAUSE***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tirei 9,0 de Estética e Cultura de Massa II, eba eba eba!!!&lt;br /&gt;sim, pareço uma baiana retardada, segundo &lt;a href="http://www.allisongothz.com"&gt;allison ghotz&lt;/a&gt;, por estar pulando com isso...&lt;br /&gt;mas é que a prova foi incrível, é a matéria que eu mais piro, e fiz, devo adimitir, um texto genial... começei com Merleau Ponty e finalizei com Jorge Luis Borges... fiz um verdadeiro ensaio sobre o olhar do artista e do receptor.&lt;br /&gt;aí você se pergunta: "o que eu tenho a ver com isso tudo?"&lt;br /&gt;e eu respondo: "nada, me desculpe... eu só quis dizer..."&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93945147?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93945147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93945147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93945147' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93944496</id><published>2003-05-07T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T16:34:49.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;isso é MUITO lega!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roubado da &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;zel&lt;/a&gt; que roubou da &lt;a href="http://www.wumanity.com"&gt;rossana&lt;/a&gt; que tirou &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olha o que tem de mim no GOOGLE:(as melhores em negrito hein!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a single mexican woman from hermosillo&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is fernanda and gabriela's keypal&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a social worker who likes reading&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is one of triathlon´s  most accomplished athletes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is an extraordinary woman; creative&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is suffering from tuberculosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is physically convulsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is the true artist of recent times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is interested in environmental issues and enjoys travel and playing volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is an exquisite dancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is in many ways the last great romantic zarzuela&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is gone&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the figure of sexual repression in the story and petra is one of sexual freedom&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is claúdia&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a member of the water clan and began to learn the art of hopi flat coil basket weaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is notorious for dancing all night long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is writing the script for "o redentor"&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is at this point of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is a life&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the last unit in a town&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is an imposter&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the hottest piece of ass around these days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is better&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a south american national living in chile who speaks english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is a brazilian national living in brazil who speaks french&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is on a tour of brazil to spread the word on da lata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is always welcoming her guests to the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is given in table 1 and figure 1&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is being downgraded to tropical depression at this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is now a much more calm person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is definitely deserving of the national player of the year award for naia&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is hiding away&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is sitting on the edge of her seat&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a ph&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a native of buenos aires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is great&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is picked up by gianni&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a very positive person&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a world class triathlete with an ironman win and several top five finishes under her belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is a happy and "up" person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is born in san francisco during the 1906 earthquake and raised by&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the top athlete in her class of over fifty competitive women&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is drawn into a maelstrom of magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is best described by her enthusiasm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is technically male&lt;/b&gt; ESSA É ÓTIMA! HAUHAUHAUHAU&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is developing an aquatic bodywork practice in western massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is based in the iucn regional office for south america in ecuador&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is working on it&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is pretty cute blonde ts&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a great scorer and is very capable of being a great rebounder&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is of what she wants&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is well known internationally for her determination&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a member of sag and she is represented by the alliance talent group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is from brazil and is studying english full time in the city from 9am to 3pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is dancing salsa to the chili con carne song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is skiing herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is one of the very few models than can do both sexy swimsuit shoots and sophisticated high fashion editorials at the same time&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is in the warehouse department of a major grocery store chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is capable to offer life for the sake of her girlfriends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the very picture of&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is thankful that he does not attempt to sleep with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is one of my favorites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is from brazil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is seeking inputs to assist the board in developing future policy directions and guidelines&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a respectable matron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is a sweet girl who hopes to find her sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is one athlete who always raises her game to a new level in kona&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is looking for her baby girl who her father stole from her years ago&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a native of ecuador&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is the 2&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a biologist&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is 22 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is very enthusiastic about the launch in brazil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is posing on the subway station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is brazilian and a very familiar face with portuguese women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is faced with the daunting responsibility of foiling the wicked plot of two evil sorcerers&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is making quilts to sell to help with family income&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is expected to continue a general track to the west&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is treated like a celebrity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a qualified portuguese translator&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a sweet little 8 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is an active member of the searoom cruising forum panel click on the searoom logo&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is filled with lovely melodies&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is about to reveal the truth behind which one is hers to the public&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is one of the little judges on sabado gigante and is also in marjorie's mini&lt;br /&gt;fernanda is a beautiful girl who posseses a wonderfully wild look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is a man he can't handle the news and tries to dump her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fernanda is so famous in brazil the media were with us all the way&lt;/b&gt; YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93944496?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93944496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93944496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93944496' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93941718</id><published>2003-05-07T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:40:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e hoje, sem nada para fazer, fui pesquisar um pouco sobre Charles Manson...&lt;br /&gt;"carácolhes" o cara é completamente insano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.letsrock.com.br/pics2/curiosidades/manson/manson01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Manson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achei este artigo ótimo(&lt;a href="http://www.letsrock.com.br/curiosidades-charles-manson.php"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;só para resumir um pouco, o cara era praticante da Cientologia, seguidor do demo! Era o guru de uma seita que intitulava "Família" e viviam de roubos e tráficos de droga.&lt;br /&gt;um belo dia ele e mais alguns cúmplices invadiram uma mansão em Hollywood e assassinaram 4 pessoas, entre elas a atriz (belíssima) Sharon Tate, mulher do Roman Polansky e grávida de 08 meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Mptv/1189/11514_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharon Tate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mais louco dessa história toda é que o cara era louco pelos Beatles, pelo "Album Branco" e por todas as letras e histórias que envolviam este disco... e rola até um lance de que o assassino do John Lenon era seguidor do Manson... vai saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.letsrock.com.br/pics2/curiosidades/manson/manson03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isso é ele hoje, preso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje ele está preso, foi condenado a prisão perpétua&lt;br /&gt;bom, leiam o artigo que eu mencionei... é bem interessante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93941718?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93941718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93941718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93941718' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93939713</id><published>2003-05-07T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:02:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;estou totalmente musical essa semana... e acho que isso é bom...&lt;br /&gt;estava sentindo falta de me apaixonar por alguma coisa musical realmente boa(na minha opião, que fique claro!)&lt;br /&gt;então, aqui vai a outra que não para de tocar no player:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I was happy in my life&lt;br /&gt;There was time I believed I'd live forever&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I had a mother &lt;br /&gt;It was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else would ever take the place of you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else could do the things that you could do&lt;br /&gt;No one else I guess could hurt me like you did&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;I was just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother why aren't you here with me&lt;br /&gt;No one else saw the things that you could see&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;Yes father you know I'm not so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I was happy in my life&lt;br /&gt;There was time I believed I'd live forever&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I had a mother &lt;br /&gt;It was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother why aren't you here with me&lt;br /&gt;No one else saw the things that you could see&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;Yes father you know I'm not so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother died when I was five&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried and cried all day&lt;br /&gt;Until the neighbours went away&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't take my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take their phoniness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had to go to work&lt;br /&gt;I used to think he was a jerk&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know his heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;And not another word was spoken&lt;br /&gt;He became a shadow of &lt;br /&gt;The father I was dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a vow that I would never need another person ever&lt;br /&gt;Turned my heart into a cage a victim of a kind of rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I've got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for&lt;br /&gt;Find someone that I can care for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;I got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother &lt;br /&gt;Oh father&lt;br /&gt;I give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mother and Father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonnaonline.com.br/hotsite_al/_img/fotos/clipe03.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93939713?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93939713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93939713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93939713' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93865215</id><published>2003-05-06T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T11:55:20.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;a preferida da semana: essa não para de tocar no player!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve had so many lives&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a child&lt;br /&gt;And I realise&lt;br /&gt;How many times I´ve died&lt;br /&gt;I´m not that kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel shy&lt;br /&gt;I think I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones telling you &lt;br /&gt;How to live your life&lt;br /&gt;But it's a setup until you're fed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is not so kind&lt;br /&gt;People trap your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Someone to admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I… I sleep much better at night&lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;To improve my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones telling you &lt;br /&gt;How to live your life&lt;br /&gt;But it's a setup until you're fed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no good when you're misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;But why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;What the world thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;Won't let a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Give me a social disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, nobody, nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me &lt;br /&gt;Like you know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, nobody, nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Like you know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ones telling you &lt;br /&gt;How to live my life&lt;br /&gt;But it's a setup and i just fed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no good when you're misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;But why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;What the world thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;Won't let a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Give me a social disease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I… I sleep much better at night&lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;To improve my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, nobody, nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Like you know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no fun but the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;Dont want a social disease&lt;br /&gt;Dont want a social disease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don´t watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I don´t waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Won´t read a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont want a social disease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Nobody Knows Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93865215?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93865215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93865215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93865215' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93818535</id><published>2003-05-05T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T16:56:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>da série "diálogos esquizofrênicos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernanda adentra a sala e vai direto para o banheiro...&lt;br /&gt;zé mauro: gente, a fernanda mau chegou e já saiu, meu!&lt;br /&gt;gente: ai zé, ela tá no banheiro!&lt;br /&gt;zé mauro: o quê, ela saiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93818535?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93818535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93818535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93818535' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93814792</id><published>2003-05-05T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:47:41.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>falando no fim de semana: (eu já fiz isso!)&lt;br /&gt;1. eu teria me jogado do prédio se aquilo tivesse acontecido. juro!&lt;br /&gt;2. a conversa andré-igor-fernanda foi fantástico e parou aonde deveria ter parado.&lt;br /&gt;3. medo. muito medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93814792?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93814792' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93814643</id><published>2003-05-05T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:44:52.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"uh uh uh que beleza... que beleza é sentir, a natureza...&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh que beleza..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93814643?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93814643' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93814579</id><published>2003-05-05T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:43:37.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e a semana enfim, começou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=&gt; top 10 resoluções:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. o fim de semana foi ótimo&lt;br /&gt;2. intercâmbio cultural é o futuro&lt;br /&gt;3. o apê do Binho é incrível&lt;br /&gt;4. o Binho é incrível!&lt;br /&gt;5. domingo a noite foi surreal&lt;br /&gt;6. o Igor é um dos seres humanos mais incríveis dos últimos tempos&lt;br /&gt;7. egoísmo é a coisa mais feia do mundo&lt;br /&gt;8. burrice também&lt;br /&gt;9. não quero mais criar ideais&lt;br /&gt;10. descobri isso há pouco tempo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93814579?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93814579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93814579' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93261299</id><published>2003-04-25T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:49:37.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;então fomos(eu, dé, ariel, marco, gú e jornalistas) assistir X-MEN 2... e só uma palavra: INCRÍVEL!&lt;br /&gt;não consigo nem falar de tanto que eu gostei! e foi unânime! vou asssistir mais umas 500 vezes... a Mystique é demais! Vocês sabiam que ela é a mesma atriz do Draga(Femme) Fatale... Rebecca Romijn-Stamos... é isso aí... vejam as fotos e não percam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0290334/X2-128.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0290334/24-27A_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0290334/X2-140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0290334/X2-220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0290334/X2-175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93261299?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93261299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93261299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93261299' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93067789</id><published>2003-04-22T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T17:44:26.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"diálogos esquizofrênicos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ai, não comprei meu ingresso ainda! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;vc tá lendo meu blog ainda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ai, não comprei meu ingresso ainda! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tem milhares de fotos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nao fala assim com sua tia.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tenha respeito...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quero dizer sua irmã&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nao....nao vou mais ler seu blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nem lembra da amiga que diz que ama....e usa imagens dela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;juli says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu tirei essas fotos com  a Madonna...em um dia em que veio aqui e resolvemos transar e ela se empolgou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ai, não comprei meu ingresso ainda! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ai besta... vou fazer isso tá... um post homenagem só pra vc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ai, não comprei meu ingresso ainda! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ah tá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ai, não comprei meu ingresso ainda! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;agora acorda e cai da cama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tá aí sua homenagem baby... obrigada pelas fotos incríveis!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93067789?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93067789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93067789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93067789' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93060627</id><published>2003-04-22T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T15:25:57.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;post de homenagem DUPLA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma das pessoas incríveis que eu conheço é a Lúcia.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser fã e praticante do TB a Bronstein consegue conviver e curtir a xaropada sem ser xarope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://babado.ig.com.br/midias/0140501-0141000/140770.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pequena Bronstein é TUDO."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://elogiodapolaina.blogspot.com"&gt;Marco&lt;/a&gt; você continua incrível!&lt;br /&gt;Lú você é a minha celebridade favorita!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.¹: a lú vai me matar e matar o marco por termos postado as fotos.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.²: lú, a foto está no site www.babado.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93060627?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93060627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93060627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93060627' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-93020253</id><published>2003-04-21T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:38:02.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mas eu ainda prefiro ela!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonna.com/madonna/images/media/imagegallery/set_7/S7_LM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonna.com/madonna/images/media/imagegallery/set_7/S7_LM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-93020253?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93020253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/93020253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93020253' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92995597</id><published>2003-04-21T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:27:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"eu já amei essa dyke"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/851-900/mc856.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/751-800/mc760.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/751-800/mc761.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/751-800/mc762.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/651-700/mc661.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/951-1000/mc995.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/1001-1050/mc1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/images/bmel/851-900/mc858.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chizzum.net/melaniec/v2/pics/fs/0001-0100/0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para quem não sabe esta é a Melanie C... (ex-)spice girl... eu achava ela incrível!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92995597?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92995597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92995597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92995597' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92993300</id><published>2003-04-21T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T14:44:05.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>volta de viagem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;considerações(tenho feito milhares ultimamente):&lt;br /&gt;1. a minha casa está linda. "meu castelo" segundo o papai Fernanda.&lt;br /&gt;2. dormi como não dormia há anos... coloquei o sono em dia,  thankx god!&lt;br /&gt;3. o zé mauro falou uma missa para mim na ida.&lt;br /&gt;4. eu escutei quieta, calei a boca perante a atitude dele.&lt;br /&gt;5. como é de se esperar ele falou pencas de besteiras, mas disse pencas de verdades também.&lt;br /&gt;6. me surpreendi com a minha atitude.&lt;br /&gt;7. estava morrendo de saudades da minha mãe e do meu pai... eles são incríveis e fazem realmente uma MEGA falta... mas deveriam ficar por lá!&lt;br /&gt;8. sonhei muito, todos os dias/horas que dormi.&lt;br /&gt;9. pensei bastante.&lt;br /&gt;10. comi horrores.&lt;br /&gt;11. bebi 1 pouco.&lt;br /&gt;12. ESTUDEI!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. juro que estudei!&lt;br /&gt;14. ainda lembro o quanto o zé mauro falou pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;15. estou pronta para começar tudo de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92993300?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92993300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92993300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92993300' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92723293</id><published>2003-04-16T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:26:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.uol.com.br/mixbrasil/mundomix/blog/imagens/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuhauhau... tudo esse desenho!&lt;br /&gt;retirado &lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/mixbrasil/mundomix/hblog.shl"&gt;daqui ó!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92723293?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92723293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92723293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92723293' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92722260</id><published>2003-04-16T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T13:13:16.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinto com se tivesse dado um salto de uma ponte de 01km de altura...&lt;br /&gt;estou em queda livre... e que sensação!&lt;br /&gt;thankx babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92722260?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92722260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92722260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92722260' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92722193</id><published>2003-04-16T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T13:11:42.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu estou com MUITO sono hoje! e com tosse!&lt;br /&gt;cof cof cof... bronquite dos infernos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92722193?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92722193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92722193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92722193' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92597306</id><published>2003-04-14T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T15:32:47.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"meu tempo é hoje. eu não vivo no passado. o passado vive em mim."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paulinho da Viola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roubado do &lt;a href="http://mauriceia.blogspot.com"&gt;malévolo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92597306?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92597306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92597306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92597306' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92594559</id><published>2003-04-14T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T14:44:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e este fim de semana foi bem divertido: ver o livro da Madonna com uma grande audiência é experiência única!!!&lt;br /&gt;algumas considerações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o "Carandiru.doc" é uma bosta.&lt;br /&gt;- o Vítor é fofo.&lt;br /&gt;- o Dé não pode fumar béck´s. Ele dorme.&lt;br /&gt;- o Zé precisa apresentar as dykes.&lt;br /&gt;- a Lú não está doente.&lt;br /&gt;- a Mari precisa me entender.&lt;br /&gt;- eu estou ficando louca. ou normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92594559?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92594559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92594559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92594559' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92594298</id><published>2003-04-14T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T14:35:44.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Larara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem avisar, podem avisar&lt;br /&gt;invente uma doença que me&lt;br /&gt;deixe em casa pra sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o novo enredo outro dia de folia&lt;br /&gt;Com novo enredo outro dia de folia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ia explodir&lt;br /&gt;Eu ia explodir&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles não vão ver os&lt;br /&gt;meus pedaços por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa que hoje eu to de&lt;br /&gt;bobeira, bobeira&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa que hoje eu tô de &lt;br /&gt;bobeira, bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ra ra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu desafio o mundo&lt;br /&gt;sem sair da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou um homem mais sincero&lt;br /&gt;e mais justo comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu desafio o mundo &lt;br /&gt;sem sair da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou um homem mais sincero e&lt;br /&gt;mais justo comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem os homens vir que&lt;br /&gt;nao vao me abalar&lt;br /&gt;Os caes farejam o medo,&lt;br /&gt;logo não vão me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus olhos estão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Me camuflam na paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Dando um tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa, que hoje eu tô de &lt;br /&gt;bobeira, bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa, que hoje eu to de&lt;br /&gt;bobeira, bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa, ve se me deixa,&lt;br /&gt;que hoje eu to de bobeira,&lt;br /&gt;bobeira, bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô de bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Rappa&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Me Deixa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92594298?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92594298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92594298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92594298' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92587207</id><published>2003-04-14T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T12:29:54.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>desenvolvendo o tema abaixo, acho que não é a TPM que está pegando.... ela foi só o estopim.&lt;br /&gt;o que acontece na verdade é que tenho percebido um monte de coisas e acho que fui enganada. Vergonhosamente enganada por puro MEDO. &lt;br /&gt;e isso tem me revoltado. quer dizer, não só isso, mas o questionamento vem daí.&lt;br /&gt;é revoltante você ver o quanto você se dedica a alguém, fala a verdade, e assume a realidade, e depois de um tempo, fatos acontecidos e observações muito próximas, você olha e vê que fez papel de idiota. que estúpido. e o pior: deixei.&lt;br /&gt;e o pior ainda: me considero muito esperta.&lt;br /&gt;estou confusa pra caralho. quero minha terapeuta.&lt;br /&gt;e não quero falar sobre isso com ninguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92587207?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92587207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92587207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92587207' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92530107</id><published>2003-04-13T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T13:23:23.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"TPM"&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;"TOU PUTA MESMO!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é essa senação que vem nos momentos mais inoportunos e que te tráz os piores sentimentos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;queria que a &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;zel&lt;/a&gt; escrevesse qualquer dia sobre a explicação que ela me deu sobre a TPM e a sua importância para a mulher... é genial!&lt;br /&gt;ontem, hoje e talvez amanhã me encontro num estado delicado: gosto de usar a metáfora do ovo, onde eu me sinto tão sensível quanto aquela pelinha entre a casca e o ovo em sí. Os sentimentos e a sensções são acentuados, fico agressiva, de mau-humor e intolerante. E sensível(leia-se triste) diante da incompreensão dos meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que está acontecendo... mas há dois dias tenho questionada a minha posição diante das pessoas, como eu me comporto, como trato, como imponho, como decido, como argumento, como acredito. Estou me surpreendendo e estou morrendo de medo também... pois muitos deles estão perdendo a aura, o valor que eles representam para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a enxergar certas atitudes, certas palavras, certos "truques", onde eu cegamente olhei e acreditei. Isso não seignifica que não são meus amigos ou que eu não os amo, mas sim que não devo morrer por eles, pois talvez não morreriam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;talvez todo este questionamento venha da TPM, o que eu acho bem provável... mas acho que está na hora de cuidar um pouco mais de mim, olhar para os meu atos e ver o que eu estou fazendo da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser líder de merda nenhuma. Não quero decidir aonde vamos. Não quero decidir o que fazer. Não quero escolher por ninguém. Eu desitsto e espero o próximo tomar a atitude. E talvez seja isso: deixar as pessoas tomarem a atitude.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero o carinho e a verdade desse todo. É isso que move a minha vontade de viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92530107?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92530107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92530107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92530107' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92235837</id><published>2003-04-08T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T15:26:07.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e ontem entrevistei o Rodrigo Santoro... realmente o cara é LINDO... mas perdeu a "aura".&lt;br /&gt;explico porque: o cara é muito gente boa, educado, inteligente, meigo, fofo... e por isso desmistificou toda aquela imagem pré-concebida.&lt;br /&gt;a entrevista foi ótima e o cara é MEGA FOFO,... além dele teve todo o elenco do Carandiru... e preciso dizer: a Maria Luiza Mendonça é MUITO engraçada!!! Eu ri horrores com ela...&lt;br /&gt;hauauahuhauhau... estou eu entrevistando 3 atores, aí eu olho para o lado tá a louca, superchique, jogada no chão, descansando... bizarra!&lt;br /&gt;superfofa, mega branca e linda.... confiram o especial Carandiru semana que vem no Cinemax, ok?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;quem não tiver, me escreve e eu mando a cópia!&lt;br /&gt;depois coloco fotos do filme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92235837?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92235837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92235837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92235837' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92235395</id><published>2003-04-08T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T15:18:34.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem experimentei algo novo... minha terapêuta fez uma pequena retospectiva dos meus relacionamentos e das minhas buscas desde que lá cheguei.&lt;br /&gt;foi muito bom olhar com os olhos do observador. &lt;br /&gt;aliás, essa é uma das minhas últimas descobertas: olhar com os olhos do observador.&lt;br /&gt;é impressionante como a ótica e a perspectiva sobre as coisas projetadas mudam, como se fosse um prisma que se abre diante de toda a escuridão dos nossos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;tais olhos são essenciais para a descoberta do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;e ontem, naquela retrospectiva, vi um filme passar: com roteiro, narrador e trilha sonora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92235395?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92235395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92235395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92235395' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92192553</id><published>2003-04-07T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T12:06:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"sábias palavras"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;verdades que o corpo conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pego de repente mais à vontade sem roupa, uma vontade de me despir diante do amado. não, não é simples tesão: estar vestido torna-se sem sentido, quase maquiagem. deve ser o desejo de mostrar-me toda, entregar tudo, a alma e o corpo, a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é lindo sentir-se assim, deve ser o amor mais completo e gostoso: amor sem pedir, amor que oferece e entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;estou amando desta forma e sou feliz porque sinto. é como dar-se conta que o coração bate. sensação de espanto e alívio misturados, uma euforia que não se sabe de onde vem. vem de estar vivo, acho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;post homenagem com links. muitos deles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92192553?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92192553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92192553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92192553' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-92005020</id><published>2003-04-04T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T18:19:30.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/popshow/img/festa_fantasia_bofe/images/festa_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gui, eu e elaine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/popshow/img/festa_fantasia_bofe/images/festa_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a metalinguagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/popshow/img/festa_fantasia_bofe/images/festa_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rê e mau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e o amor é lindo: mau e ed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wesley mate e ed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;montinho em quem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o ed enlouquecido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a zel e eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a zel e a mari linda(inveja... ho ho ho!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zel.com.br/images/fotos/festa_niver_zel/images/festa_49.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a zel, a mamãe zel e o gabis fofíssimo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;imagens gentilmente cedidas sem escolha pelas &lt;a href="http://popshow.blogspot.com"&gt;queridas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;zel&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://baioque.blogspot.com"&gt;rê&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-92005020?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92005020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/92005020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92005020' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91992389</id><published>2003-04-04T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:20:06.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô de saco 1 pouco cheio hoje... acho que a TPM se aproxima...&lt;br /&gt;pra que que eu me engano hein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91992389?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91992389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91992389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91992389' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91992287</id><published>2003-04-04T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:18:03.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todo mundo resolveu virar gay nessa merda?&lt;br /&gt;é incrível como esse tema desperta a curiosidade nas pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;em menos de 1 ano e 6 meses já vi montes de gente se descobrirem... e eu adoro.&lt;br /&gt;ABAIXO AOS DESEJOS REPRIMIDOS!&lt;br /&gt;e sempre acontece do mesmo jeito: seu amigo próximo se assume(no caso EU) e aí você começa a achar que aquilo nem é tão estranho assim, e que talves seus valores e idéias estejam sendo precipitados ou sem fundamentos...&lt;br /&gt;aí você está na faculdade, toda saltitante, sorrindo... de repente ouve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Posso falar uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;-Pode!&lt;br /&gt;-Tô pensando sériamente em beijar uma mulher!&lt;br /&gt;-Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se alguém precisar de ajuda, tô SUPER aí, não é Z... não é A.. não é L.... não é R... não é J... ok, deixa pra lá!&lt;br /&gt;mas EU estou!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91992287?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91992287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91992287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91992287' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91991865</id><published>2003-04-04T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:10:23.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"reflexões e inflexões do teste"&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;"se você está com medo, porque veio?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu também estou com medo e não sei aonde tudo isso vai dar... não sei nem porque fiz tudo isso, mas segui a voz aqui de dentro...&lt;br /&gt;todos estamos correndo o risco, todos.&lt;br /&gt;e porque não?&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena não corrê-los, porque no fim você não viveu a porra da sua vida intensamente e só praticou as sem graças certezas.&lt;br /&gt;ok, medo... muito medo sim.&lt;br /&gt;mas, FODA-SE, vamos viver e aproveitar... porque eu não sei se estaremos aqui amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;quer brincar?&lt;br /&gt;ok, você segura a onda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91991865?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91991865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91991865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91991865' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91935620</id><published>2003-04-03T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:49:18.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;estou aqui tentando escrever uma auto-crítica.&lt;br /&gt;mas não estou conseguindo e aí fico me perguntando se é excesso de ego... preciso me esforçar... vamos lá:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-sou impaciente&lt;br /&gt;-sou agressiva&lt;br /&gt;-sou louca&lt;br /&gt;-sou irônica&lt;br /&gt;-sou racional&lt;br /&gt;-sou sarcástica&lt;br /&gt;-sou racional&lt;br /&gt;-sou um pouco passional&lt;br /&gt;-sou racional&lt;br /&gt;-sou pentelha&lt;br /&gt;-sou chata&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de ter o controle&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de mandar&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de ser mandada&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de fazer tudo do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de amar as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de ser racional e de verbalizar e de priorizar&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de não me sentir burra, entender e saber o que estou fazendo e como me sinto&lt;br /&gt;-gosto da verdade, a pesar de achar que ela deveria vir mais de vagar as vezes&lt;br /&gt;-gosto da honestidade e da franqueza das pessoas com elas mesmas&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de pessoas inteligentes, interessantes, bonitas, espertas, engraçadas e ácidas&lt;br /&gt;-acho que sei tudo&lt;br /&gt;-acho que costumo impor demais as coisas&lt;br /&gt;-acho que sei o que faço&lt;br /&gt;-acho que sei o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;-acho que aprendo as lições&lt;br /&gt;-acho que faço as coisas da melhor maneira possível&lt;br /&gt;-acho que converso muito&lt;br /&gt;-acho que a comunicação entre as pessoas é a melhor maneira de se evitar que as merdas aconteçam&lt;br /&gt;-tenho o coração bom e descobrí através de pessoas e acontecimentos diversos que o grande problema da vida é quando tentamos transformar bons sentimentos em maus sentimentos só para auto-afirmar que não somos incapazes daquilo&lt;br /&gt;-me perco no meu mundo as vezes&lt;br /&gt;-acredito demais nas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;-observo demais o ambiente externo e seus componentes&lt;br /&gt;-treino diariamente a coerência entre meus sentimentos e os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;-não vivo sem terapia&lt;br /&gt;-amo, vivo, respiro, falo, sinto INTENSAMENTE... poruqe senão a vida vira uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;-EU QUERO A VERDADE. QUERO A SUA VERDADE.&lt;br /&gt;sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91935620?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91935620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91935620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91935620' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91934356</id><published>2003-04-03T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:25:18.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinceramnete não acho que isso aqui seja a minha biografia... porque?&lt;br /&gt;me diz você... tu escreve tudo que quer no blog?&lt;br /&gt;eu não.&lt;br /&gt;porque não?&lt;br /&gt;e porque deveria?&lt;br /&gt;primeiro: não escreva nada que não tenha coragem de falar no face to face. risco de dor.&lt;br /&gt;segundo: não escreva nada pensando em atingir alguém... aliás, acho que esse é o meu limitador.&lt;br /&gt;o lance é: tem coisas que eu escrevo aqui que são piadas internas, coisas que eu escrevo pro meu próprio umbigo ou que pelo menos só eu vou entender e saber do que se trata.&lt;br /&gt;porque dá explicações sobre o que você escreve é contraditório.&lt;br /&gt;aí eu pergunto de novo:&lt;br /&gt;"Se você chegasse numa livraria e visse "Fernanda Leite - A História", você compraria? Você teria interesse?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91934356?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91934356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91934356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91934356' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91934051</id><published>2003-04-03T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:19:51.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>voltando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91934051?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91934051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91934051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91934051' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91451611</id><published>2003-03-26T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:34:09.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ótima dica: &lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/mixbrasil/cio2000/grrrls/amor/amor.shl"&gt;aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91451611?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91451611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91451611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91451611' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91421991</id><published>2003-03-26T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T14:23:46.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"meus presentes de aniversário"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my lids and all is born again. &lt;br /&gt;(I think I made you up inside my head.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,&lt;br /&gt;And arbitrary blackness gallops in: &lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed &lt;br /&gt;And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;(I think I made you up inside my head.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: &lt;br /&gt;Exit seraphim and Satan's men: &lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancied you'd return the way you said, &lt;br /&gt;But I grow old and I forget your name. &lt;br /&gt;(I think I made you up inside my head.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have loved a thunderbird instead; &lt;br /&gt;At least when spring comes they roar back again.&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. &lt;br /&gt;(I think I made you up inside my head.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad Girl´s Love Song&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, prometo zel!&lt;br /&gt;obrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91421991?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91421991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91421991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91421991' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91359087</id><published>2003-03-25T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T15:30:40.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;e tem mais presente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora da &lt;a href="http://popshow.blogspot.com"&gt;garota-pirulita!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91359087?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91359087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91359087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91359087' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91347610</id><published>2003-03-25T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:54:25.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;e tem mais esse presente:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;zel-maravilha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91347610?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91347610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91347610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91347610' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91347257</id><published>2003-03-25T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:47:39.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;presentes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/card/1478705a4425343"&gt;emerson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weno.blogspot.com"&gt;menino-pirulito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito, muito obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91347257?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91347257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91347257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91347257' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91317154</id><published>2003-03-24T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:09:40.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e como devemos aceitar, respeitar e principalmente adimirar pessoas geniais e inteligentes, aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;clique aqui e leiam o texto "deuses e monstros" e aprendam um pouco mais sobre a vida.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91317154?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91317154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91317154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91317154' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91291401</id><published>2003-03-24T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:12:04.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;dúvida cruel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quero iniciar a minha irmã no mundo das drogas, mas parece ser inevitável(uma vez que prefiro que ela esteja comigo do que com qualquer outro(a) mané!).&lt;br /&gt;mas já passei desta fase e ela também: nunca usou drogas, nem fumou maconha e agora quer tomar E.&lt;br /&gt;óbviamente ela vai ficar assustada com a intensidade das sensações(aliás, minha terapêuta me mostrou um artigo super bacana... depois falo) e corre grande risco de ter bad trip, passar mal, cair a pressão e todas essas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;preciso desenvolver essa idéia com ela!&lt;br /&gt;mas sinceramente não sei o que eu faço nem se faço!&lt;br /&gt;tá vendo, é isso que dá não ter adolescência(diga-se transviada).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91291401?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91291401' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91291102</id><published>2003-03-24T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:06:33.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nem quero comentar sobre o Oscar. deixa pra lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91291102?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91291102' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91291050</id><published>2003-03-24T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:05:47.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estou curtindo cada vez mais este lance de terapia... meus sonhos tem me dito milhares de coisas, mas como é difícil organizá-los né?!&lt;br /&gt;o pior na verdade são as coincidências... chega ser assustador!&lt;br /&gt;você sonha com algo num dia, e no outro, pluft... acontece. assim, sem mais nem menos.&lt;br /&gt;e o modo como acordei daquele sonho aquele dia significou muito e decidi fazer a coisa certa.&lt;br /&gt;hoje a terapia foi ótima: me colocou contra a parede, me fez desenvolver várias idéias e adimitir outras.&lt;br /&gt;gosto assim, gosto disso.&lt;br /&gt;estou bem e quero fazer aniversário!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91291050?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91291050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91291050' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91290800</id><published>2003-03-24T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:00:35.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaai... tá chegando!!!!&lt;br /&gt;adóuro fazer aniversário, sabia? &lt;br /&gt;como diz a renis, eu faço aniversário 1 semana... comemoro todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;e se tudo der certo, sexta tem baladinha no xingu... ou não... talvez sexta tenha praia e sossego... vamos ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91290800?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91290800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91290800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91290800' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91231655</id><published>2003-03-23T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T15:03:52.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poxa zel... quando você disse sobre "a lente do amor" me veio na cabeça o famoso clichê "o amor é cego"...&lt;br /&gt;e te digo querida, que nada foi desperdiçado e que amar é a melhor coisa do mundo... só que aí nós vamos ajustando aquelas lentes, transformando as experiências e amando cada vez mais e melhor(assim esperamos!).&lt;br /&gt;não tem sentimento melhor no mundo do que amar alguém que realmente merece, amar alguém realmente especial. esse tipo de amor não machuca. pode até doer pois sentimentos intensos são assim mesmo, mas NUNCA machucar.&lt;br /&gt;e é assim que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;leiam o texto da zel aqui&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91231655?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91231655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91231655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91231655' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91134810</id><published>2003-03-21T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T14:44:02.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>só faltou deixar as minhas calças no cabelereiro... facaaaaaaaaaada!!!&lt;br /&gt;mas ficou lindo, segundo opiniões!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91134810?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91134810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91134810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91134810' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91134711</id><published>2003-03-21T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T14:42:21.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e as coisas vão se ajeitando, se encaixando, se arrumando, se acalmando... thankx god!&lt;br /&gt;ontem fui assitir "Frida" finalmente... eu, ariel, si, lú, lucca, fabiano, zé, jú, marco e gú... foi muito divertido...&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;a href="http://elogiodapolaina.blogspot.com"&gt;marco&lt;/a&gt; gongou horrores.... mas no final, todo mundo ficou extasiado com aquelas cores que saltam nos olhos... e que cores!&lt;br /&gt;o filme é redondinho... alguns acham que poderia ser menor... mas vale MUITO a pena conferir!&lt;br /&gt;a fotografia é maravilhosa, a Salma Hayek e o Alfred Molina estão perfeitos em seus papéis(aliás, ele merecia uma indicação) e Frida Kahlo é sem dúvida uma das maiores, senão a maior, artista do século XX...&lt;br /&gt;mulher generosa, engajada, sensível e brilhante...&lt;br /&gt;aliás, quero uma casa daquela pra mim... juro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;essa é a melhor cena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0120679/C165_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91134711?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91134711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91134711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91134711' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-91133658</id><published>2003-03-21T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T14:23:00.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;frase do dia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guerra é um massacre entre gente que não se conhece, para proveito de pessoas que se conhecem, mas não se massacram.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul Valery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o Moral anda mesmo inspirado!&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-91133658?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91133658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/91133658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91133658' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90997868</id><published>2003-03-19T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T13:25:12.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;frase do dia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tudo na vida sempre dá certo...se não der, foda-se"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dito pelo Moral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90997868?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90997868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90997868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90997868' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90939125</id><published>2003-03-18T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T16:11:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"serviço de utilidade pública"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.terra.com.br/musica/img/noticias20030318007.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Skol Beats inflou - pelo menos um pouco. O evento mais popular de música eletrônica do país vai trazer 17 atrações a mais que no ano passado, cinco mil pessoas além do número alcançado em 2002 e uma base de infra-estrutura mais adequada que o antigo e complicado de se entrar autódromo de Interlagos. Tudo para manter o status de segundo maior evento de música eletrônica no mundo - atrás do Dance Valley, em Miami, que reuniu 65 mil pessoas em sua última edição. Mas por falar em "inflar", o ingresso também engordou, redondo, como diz o slogan do festival: vai custar R$ 55 antecipadamente e R$ 65 para quem quiser comprar na hora.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 26 de abril, aconteça ou não a guerra EUA versus Iraque, o Skol Beats abrirá suas tendas no Anhembi, das 16h às 9h. &lt;br /&gt;As tendas são praticamente as mesmas de 2002: a Movement, que reúne a trupe drum'n'bass; a The End com os fãs de house; a Bugged Out!, com Gatecrasher com a turma trance e o Outdoor Stage, com uma galera eclética de DJs (confira a lista completa das atrações logo abaixo). Todas trazem uma certa assinatura de clubes londrinos. "Contatamos de 300 a 400 artistas. O critério que usamos foi bastante amplo, como o histórico de quem já tocou, quem nunca tocou, por mérito, disponibilidade dos artistas", explica o diretor artístico do festival, Luiz Eurico Klotz.&lt;br /&gt;As 70 atrações do Skol Beats 2003 dividem-se em 28 internacionais, sendo 17 inéditas no Brasil, e o restante de brasileiros, tentando privilegiar também novos talentos, segundo Klotz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90939125?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90939125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90939125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90939125' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90923781</id><published>2003-03-18T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T11:34:02.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obrigada por tudo, &lt;a href="http://popshow.blogspot.com"&gt;zel&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;vida&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90923781?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90923781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90923781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90923781' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90865357</id><published>2003-03-17T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:45:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juro, eu preciso contar: chorei assintindo "um dia de princesa" com o netinho de paula este fim de semana... antes que todo mundo me gongue preciso dizer que acho aquilo tudo uma porcaria, ams realmente me emocionei...&lt;br /&gt;a mulher era muito fofa... e  produção breguéééééééééééérrima!!! hauhauhauhauhau...&lt;br /&gt;agora, o que mais me deixa indignada é que eu não costumo chorar, com nada na verdade(preciso ver isos na terapia), só quando estou muito, muito nervosa... mas eu chorei 1 pouco com esse programa... portanto, o que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. estou invertendo meus valores&lt;br /&gt;b. fui pega pelo velho truque da tv de domingo&lt;br /&gt;c. chorei por causa da tpm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desligue a tv ao sair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90865357?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90865357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90865357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90865357' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90865053</id><published>2003-03-17T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:38:52.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série "sonho de consumo":&lt;/b&gt; (não tenho nada para fazer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonna.com/madonna/images/media/imagegallery/set_11/S11_LM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00008S2VH.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonnaonline.com.br/noticias/_img/w9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonnaonline.com.br/noticias/_img/w3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonnaonline.com.br/noticias/_img/propaganda.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque atitude pouca é bobagem...&lt;br /&gt;ah, e crianças(lú, dé, lú e ari...) prometo gravar o CD o mais rápido possível, ok?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90865053?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90865053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90865053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90865053' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90863450</id><published>2003-03-17T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:09:43.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;considerações do fim de semana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;festa a fantasia divertidíssima(eu de aborígene... fotos depois!) com pessoas queridas e piadas infames...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sábado:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;fui ver a peça "interior" lá no tusp... imperdível... ótimas compahias, pizza na sequência(aliás, só com essa galera mesmo: o tiozinho bebaço tentando prencher o cheque foi inesquecível!) e muita besteira!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;domingo:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;bode geral, aliás preciso dizer que eu odeio o domingo.... me deixa de mau-humor! a noite foi divertidíssima... mais uma vez, grandes amigos, pessoas especiais e nenhuma expectativa... eles fazem a diferença.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;obrigada a vocês que estiveram lá, pelo fim de semana. amo vocês do fundo do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90863450?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90863450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90863450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90863450' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90856547</id><published>2003-03-17T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T12:11:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e eu que não posso ver alguma coisa legal que também já quero me divertir, copiei do &lt;a href="http://elogiodapolaina.blogspot.com"&gt;marco&lt;/a&gt; a idéia de ter comment no blog... HO HO HO... espero que esta meleca funcione...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90856547?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90856547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90856547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90856547' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90710194</id><published>2003-03-14T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T11:34:30.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baioque.blogspot.com"&gt;rê, você é poesia:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tempo é interesse. companhia é prazer. liberdade é escolha. compartilhar é se agradar. amar é se importar. se importar é priorizar (e também não esquecer).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90710194?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90710194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90710194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90710194' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90664375</id><published>2003-03-13T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T17:07:46.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;olha que bonitinha essa letra(e a batida dela é incrível):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet seduction in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;endless pleasure in a limousine&lt;br /&gt;in the back shakes a tamborine&lt;br /&gt;nicotine from a silverscreen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SilverScreen&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Miss Kittin &amp; FelixDaHouseCat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90664375?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90664375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90664375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90664375' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90664177</id><published>2003-03-13T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T17:03:50.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi &lt;br /&gt;Huh-i &lt;br /&gt;Hyper &lt;br /&gt;Hyper-media-ocrity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good &lt;br /&gt;Looks good &lt;br /&gt;Sounds good &lt;br /&gt;Mix good &lt;br /&gt;Feels good too &lt;br /&gt;Feels good too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh that’s right) &lt;br /&gt;Feels good too &lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh that’s right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh that’s right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uh huh that’s right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Modem noise]: Look alive! &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Emerge from nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to &lt;br /&gt;Tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emerge&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;FischerSpooner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90664177?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90664177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90664177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90664177' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90655660</id><published>2003-03-13T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T14:35:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"vai entender..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eu odeio televisão. Tanto quanto amendoim. Mas eu não consigo parar de comer amendoim!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orson Welles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Televisão é a arte de não ter remorsos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pierre Sabbagh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Televisão de Pobre é cu: só tem um canal e só passa merda!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dito Popular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Chama-se de celebridade um débil mental que foi a televisão."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Millôr Fernandes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Vamos saudar a inauguração do mais subversivo instrumento de comunicação deste século!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assis Chateaubriand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Teatro é vida. Cinema é arte. Televisão é mobília."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anônimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se o meu controle remoto quebrasse, eu usaria o dedão do pé. Não há a menor possibilidade de ficar num canal só. Televisão só tem graça se você misturar a programação de todas as emissoras!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;José Simão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As pessoas nunca devem perder a chance de fazer sexo e aparecer na televisão."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gore Vidal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A TV não distrai apenas: ela hipinotiza!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sérgio Augusto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mesmo na televisão o crime não compensa: você tem que ter um patrocinador."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alfred Hitchcock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O TEATRO É A ARTE PRINCIPALMENTE DO ATOR, O CINEMA É DO DIRETOR E A TELEVISÃO DO PATROCINADOR."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Autran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(temo em discordar dele, mas acredito mesmo que a TV seja a arte de equipe.... onde participa inclusive o dono da emissora!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;agora, a mais infame do mundo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A televisão é honesta: a cada 15 minutos ela interrompe os programas para dizer "nós estamos aqui para vender extrato de tomate e sabonete". Não se deve cobrar dela uma função educativa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sílvio de Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não se deve cobrar dela uma função educativa? numa sociedade onde 60% da população assiste em média 4 horas por dia de TVl, educação seria o mínimo que ela poderia oferecer. Com um potencial desse, a TV ,tem em parte, na sua grande utilidade a de transmitir informações... lembram-se do Einzensberger e sua teoria do "uso emancipador dos meios de comunicação"? Pois é, o jeito mesmo é utilizar a TV e seu lixo como meio, e não como fim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;créditos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Almanaque da TV - 50 anos de memória e informação&lt;br /&gt;Rixa(roteirista da Globo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90655660?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90655660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90655660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90655660' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90654749</id><published>2003-03-13T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T14:08:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;trilha sonora do dia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fischerspooner - Emerge(Dave Clarke remix)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90654749?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90654749' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90607892</id><published>2003-03-12T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T18:13:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cyberpathway.com/art/lane/kahlo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Two Fridas(1939)&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90607892?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90607892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90607892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90607892' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90606346</id><published>2003-03-12T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:41:06.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu quero palavras, quaisquer. palavras escritas ou ditas, no ouvido. palavras gritadas, choradas ou cantadas, mas eu as quero todas. gemidos, suspiros, cada semitom interrompido, eu quero. quero concreto para o que sinto, para o que sentem quando eu estou. quero chão, parede, carícia real, mãos no meu cabelo, gotas de suor pingando. quero olhos e bocas dizendo coisas, os olhos mais que as bocas. pele e língua doces, murmúrios como água de riacho. mas são, estão. são meus, pra guardar na memória. anseio pelas letrinhas, pelos fonemas, tanto quanto quero mãos e pele, lábios e língua. ordens e pedidos, eu quero tudo. quero ver nascer dia e ver a noite chegar enquanto cheiros me invadem e eu os nomeio, pois que os nomes, as palavras têm poder. fala comigo, me enche do seu som (e da sua fúria).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para o meu aniversário e para o meu ano e para a minha vida que estão só começando, é mais ou menos isso que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz, minha linda... ser feliz! &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90606346?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90606346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90606346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90606346' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90600949</id><published>2003-03-12T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T18:16:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;e de onde você menos espera:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"é muito mais fácil alcançar alguma coisa com alguém especial do lado!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renis, é por essa e outras que eu te adoro! e vivo(graças a psicologia) a minha melhor fase com você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90600949?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90600949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90600949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90600949' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90598887</id><published>2003-03-12T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:16:51.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"inferno astral"&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;"tudoaconteceaomesmotempoagora"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"eu estou tão frágil quanto aquela pelinha que fica entre a casca e o ovo, sabe? por favor, não exige nada de mim... e se possível, me dá seu colo e deixa eu ficar um pouco nele, quietinha... é só isso que eu preciso, é só isso que eu quero."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90598887?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90598887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90598887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90598887' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90563725</id><published>2003-03-12T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T01:05:39.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;falando em arte... &lt;i&gt;Barbara Kruger&lt;/i&gt;, artista pós mordenista, busca MUITO a popart, militante feminista e politicamente ativa, nasceu em New Jersey e trouxe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ao mundo divertidas, sarcáticas e inteligentes frases mescladas com as mais diversas e esteriotipadas imagens...&lt;br /&gt;algumas frases:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memory is your image of perfection&lt;br /&gt;If you can't feel it, it must be real&lt;br /&gt;I shop therefore I am&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the word culture I take out my checkbook&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to give up me to be loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;You are not yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alguns trabalhos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.art54.com/barbarakruger/pictures/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.art54.com/barbarakruger/pictures/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.art54.com/barbarakruger/pictures/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arts.monash.edu.au/visarts/globe/issue4/barbkr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/feminism/kruger/kruger81.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/feminism/kruger/your_comfort.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/feminism/kruger/science.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/feminism/kruger/hero.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/feminism/kruger/bought.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90563725?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90563725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90563725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90563725' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90563536</id><published>2003-03-12T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T00:30:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu estou L-O-U-C-A para assitir "Frida"... quem já viu disse que poderia ser mais curto... mas de qualquer maneira deve ser um ótimo filme... algumas indicações ao Oscar, uma história conturbada até a realização final(parece que a Salma Hayek rodou o filme e não gostou do resultado, então ofereceu o roteiro a Miramax que agarrou com unhas e dentes), e a musica tema "Burn It Blue" inspiradíssima(escrita pela própria diretora Julie Taymor e composta por seu marido Elliot Goldenthal... interpretado por Caetano Veloso e Lila Downs - e que cantarão no OSCAR).&lt;br /&gt;ah, e mais um detalhe: a Frida verdadeira tinha bigode. A Salma não quis bigode!&lt;br /&gt;abaixo algumas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0120679/C165_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0120679/CT_00853.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0120679/CT_03664.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0120679/frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90563536?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90563536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90563536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90563536' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90541602</id><published>2003-03-11T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T17:40:59.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok &lt;a href="http://elogiodapolaina.blogspot.com"&gt;marco&lt;/a&gt;... cabines são mesmo a pura curtição!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90541602?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90541602' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90539972</id><published>2003-03-11T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T17:10:31.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>essa música é muito fofa... eu sei, eu sei que já postei ela aqui... mas "alguém" poderia aprendê-la a tocar no violão, não é bronstein?&lt;br /&gt;hã, hã, hã?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life &lt;br /&gt;he was warm he came around like he was dignified &lt;br /&gt;he showed me what it was to cry &lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored &lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart is for &lt;br /&gt;I don't know him anymore &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing where he used to lie &lt;br /&gt;my conversation has run dry &lt;br /&gt;that's what's goin' on &lt;br /&gt;nothing's fine &lt;br /&gt;I'm torn &lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel &lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed &lt;br /&gt;lying naked on the floor &lt;br /&gt;illusion never changed &lt;br /&gt;into something real &lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn &lt;br /&gt;you're a little late &lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess the fortune teller's right &lt;br /&gt;I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light &lt;br /&gt;but you `crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have &lt;br /&gt;no luck &lt;br /&gt;I don't miss it all that much &lt;br /&gt;there's just so many things &lt;br /&gt;that I can't touch &lt;br /&gt;I'm torn &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing where he used to lie &lt;br /&gt;my inspiration has run dry &lt;br /&gt;that's what's goin' on &lt;br /&gt;nothing's right I'm torn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Torn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90539972?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90539972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90539972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90539972' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90539450</id><published>2003-03-11T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T17:01:36.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;top 5 musical da semana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. natalie imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;2. alanis morisette&lt;br /&gt;3. oasis&lt;br /&gt;4. U2&lt;br /&gt;5. jamiroquai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90539450?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90539450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90539450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90539450' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90467913</id><published>2003-03-10T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T14:59:35.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alguma vez você já se perguntou qual é a sua competência para relacionamentos?&lt;br /&gt;sim, essa é difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lição de casa:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;qual é a sua competência para relacionamentos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você tem 15 dias para pensar... até a próxima sessão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90467913?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90467913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90467913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90467913' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90424594</id><published>2003-03-09T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T21:19:28.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tatuagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;marcas de amor e tristeza ficam espalhadas pelo corpo, mas as marcas mais fortes ficam na lembrança, no (des)compasso constante do coração que tem saudade, na febre do corpo que conheceu prazer além da medida (e ele quer mais), nas pequenas dores de más lembranças. mais que marcas de unhas e dentes, há desenhos inteiros nos meus caminhos internos, sementes plantadas sendo aguadas com amor, ervas daninhas sendo arrancadas pacientemente. há presentes e sabores, muitos traços bem definidos, ilustrações inteiras cobrindo as antigas marcas, cicatrizes de guerra. cores vivas de descobertas e sonhos vão se insinuando através da pele -- pois que as pessoas vêem novas cores nos olhos e na pele, nos cabelos e na fala. há um novo tom de voz, de suspiro e de olhos que se fecham enquanto o sorriso vem fácil, síncrono. &lt;b&gt;o tempo passa, e com ele também passam as dores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatuagens são rituais de passagem, demonstrações na pele de que sobrevivemos e somos fortes. estes desenhos que se desdobram dentro de mim se refletem fora, lindamente, me fazem sentir frágil, humana e doce. &lt;b&gt;hoje, só sou eu mesma quando estou nua, com todas as minhas cores estampadas na pele, nos olhos e no sorriso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e talvez a minha cor hoje, depois deste fim de semana tão difícil, seja azul... porque, (in)felizmente, temos que nos permitir sentir... temos que deixar nosso corpo absorver, para depois então expulsar todo esse veneno chamado tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;tive(ou tenho?) vontade de me revoltar, de gritar, de chorar, de dizer as coisas da alma e depois deitar no chão, cansada por ter sido tão passional, e perceber que eu estava sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;só que não estou.&lt;br /&gt;cabeça e coração: tenham uma ótima semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90424594?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90424594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90424594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90424594' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90365684</id><published>2003-03-08T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T16:33:22.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snif... quero minha terapeuta para me ajudar a organizar meus pensamentos... é terrível quando você não tem NADA pra fazer e fica procurando os tais subterfúgios para não pensar nos seus diversos problemas... é ULTRA difícil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint no illusion, try to click with whatcha got&lt;br /&gt;Taste every potion cos if yer like yerself a lot&lt;br /&gt;Go let it out, go let it in, go let it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precocious in a most perculiar way&lt;br /&gt;Sister psychosis don't got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;She go let it out, she go let it in, she go let it out&lt;br /&gt;She go let it out, she go let it in, she go let it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder why Princes &amp; Kings&lt;br /&gt;Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings&lt;br /&gt;And ordinary people that are like you and me&lt;br /&gt;We're the keepers of thier destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' leaving this city, I'm goin' drivin' outta town&lt;br /&gt;Your comin' with me the right time is always now&lt;br /&gt;To go let it out, go let it in, go let it out&lt;br /&gt;To go let it out, go let it in, go let it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder why Princes and Kings&lt;br /&gt;Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings&lt;br /&gt;Cos ordinary people that are like you and me&lt;br /&gt;We're the builders of their destiny&lt;br /&gt;We're the builders of their destiny&lt;br /&gt;We're the builders of their destiny&lt;br /&gt;We're the builders of their destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go let it out - go let it in&lt;br /&gt;Go let it out - don't let it in&lt;br /&gt;Go let it out - go let it in&lt;br /&gt;Go let it out - don't let it - don't let it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oasis&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Go Let It Out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90365684?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90365684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90365684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90365684' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90364908</id><published>2003-03-08T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T16:13:01.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por favor, caminhe &lt;b&gt;MUITO&lt;/b&gt; devagar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90364908?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90364908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90364908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90364908' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90333842</id><published>2003-03-07T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T23:08:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, não resisti e tive que voltar aqui... isso só aconteceu porque eu fiquei ouvindo o CD na casa do zé... lá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(saca só o braço!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/19madonna02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/madonna-barcelona04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/madonna-barcelona02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uol.com.br/musica/album/madonnatour/foto02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Drowned World Tour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ai... assistam ao show e tenham orgasmos, por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90333842?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90333842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90333842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90333842' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90324800</id><published>2003-03-07T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T19:21:45.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mundissa.com/gui/figaro/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;conclusão da semana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;só uma coisa: as sensibilidades (ainda mais quando singulares) se atraem, sabia?&lt;br /&gt;Não depende do interesse, essência ou distância. &lt;b&gt;Basta o meio&lt;/b&gt;, e estamos conectados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenham todos um ÓTIMO fim de semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90324800?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90324800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90324800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90324800' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90304593</id><published>2003-03-07T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T12:35:49.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jamiroquai é uma banda fantástica, mas é o tipo de som que você reconhece que é dos caras e o vocalista é único... tipo cake, saca? estou canatando essa música há 1 hora... ela é fofa e alegre e cabe em qualquer momento... felicidade meus amigos, felicidade... nossa busca de cada dia!&lt;br /&gt;então vamos todos cantar em homenagem ao fim de semana que chegou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your love,&lt;br /&gt;I need your love...&lt;br /&gt;You, give me light&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, take me there&lt;br /&gt;I, feel your sun&lt;br /&gt;Start to glow and I know it&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you that&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;For the rest, of our time together,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, come fly with me, eternally&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hey&lt;br /&gt;Alright (right now)&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the night together&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and live forever&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hey&lt;br /&gt;Alright (right now)&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the night together&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Hold the key, to my paradise&lt;br /&gt;Summer in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Well it makes me feel, so real&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things&lt;br /&gt;And my heart sings to the world,&lt;br /&gt;From islands in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;As one we will stand&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never never&lt;br /&gt;To say hello to forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hey&lt;br /&gt;Alright (right now)&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the night together&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your touch,&lt;br /&gt;I want your love so much&lt;br /&gt;I need your touch &amp;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, so much&lt;br /&gt;Oh now, tonight,&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the night together&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamiroquai&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90304593?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90304593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90304593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90304593' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90256543</id><published>2003-03-06T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:22:13.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>em "homenagem" ao cinema de ontem... &lt;b&gt;Adaptation&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;de Spike Jonze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"dito no momento certo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"we are what we love, not what loves us"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque amor próprio, auto-estima e autocrítica só fazem bem. SEMPRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90256543?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90256543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90256543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90256543' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90255570</id><published>2003-03-06T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:06:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e depois de descobrir que sim, as coisas podem ficar bem, pensei em como a vida nem é tão cruel quanto a gente imagina... só depende de quem você escolhe pra fazer parte dela...&lt;br /&gt;linda, eu é que tenho que agradeçer a ELE por ter cruzado nossos caminhos... sim, é o destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Espalhei meus sonhos aos seus pés. Caminhe devagar pois você estará pisando neles."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W.B. YEATS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa é uma das frases mais bonitas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90255570?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90255570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90255570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90255570' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90184227</id><published>2003-03-05T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T14:04:25.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;he was warm he came around like he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;he showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;my conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;that's what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;nothing's fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;illusion never changed&lt;br /&gt;into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;you're a little late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess the fortune teller's right&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;but you `crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have&lt;br /&gt;no luck&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;there's just so many things&lt;br /&gt;that I can't touch&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;that's what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;nothing's right I'm torn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Torn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90184227?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90184227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90184227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90184227' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90150689</id><published>2003-03-04T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:50:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mais uma da série &lt;i&gt;"pensamentos passados"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no som, Friction do Morcheeba rolando...&lt;br /&gt;- nossa, da vontade de lamber.&lt;br /&gt;- a voz, né?&lt;br /&gt;- não, você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... &lt;a href="http://popshow.blogspot.com"&gt;obrigada.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90150689?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90150689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90150689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90150689' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90150125</id><published>2003-03-04T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:39:01.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seja eu,&lt;br /&gt;Seja eu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu seja eu.&lt;br /&gt;E aceita&lt;br /&gt;o que seja seu.&lt;br /&gt;Entao deita e aceita eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molha eu,&lt;br /&gt;Seca eu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu seja o céu.&lt;br /&gt;E receba&lt;br /&gt;o que seja seu.&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteça e amanheça eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu,&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu,&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu, me beija.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa&lt;br /&gt;O que seja ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então beba e receba&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo no seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me deixo.&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteça e amanheça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Beija Eu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90150125?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90150125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90150125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90150125' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90149962</id><published>2003-03-04T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:36:16.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tu não me procurarias se já não tivesses encontrado." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pascal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90149962?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90149962' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90149918</id><published>2003-03-04T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:35:28.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;da série &lt;i&gt;"pensamentos passados"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Só tenho de pedir opinião a meu coração e a minha cabeça , e não necessito de nenhuma grande dama e de nenhuma personalidade ilustre para saber fazer o que é justo e bom. É o coração que enobrece o homem, e mesmo não sendo conde, tenho talvez mais honra no coração que muitos condes. E , valete ou conde, à partir do momento em que me insulta, qualquer um é canalha"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Mozart, em carta à seu pai Leopold, 20/6/1781)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90149918?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90149918' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128574.post-90149610</id><published>2003-03-04T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:29:58.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>às vezes é preciso ouvir o silêncio, ouvir o que ele diz, ouvir o que ele significa, ouvir e simplesmente ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;aprenda e preste mais atenção nele.&lt;br /&gt;aliás, preste atenção em você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128574-90149610?l=liberte-se.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128574/posts/default/90149610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberte-se.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90149610' title=''/><author><name>ferdix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285888615858506351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/buddyicons/42619125@N00.jpg?1164768246'/></author></entry></feed>
