<?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-7110660747719402759</id><updated>2012-02-26T13:15:57.345-03:00</updated><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='Lobão'/><category term='Lily Allen'/><category term='refeição'/><category term='batata'/><category term='ABBA'/><category term='camarão'/><category term='Maria Rita'/><category term='cenoura'/><category term='requeijão'/><category term='curiosidades'/><category term='KT Tunstall'/><category term='The Calling'/><category term='carne'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='Roberto Carlos'/><category term='Debbie Gibson'/><category term='R.E.M'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category 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Ilustrada'/><category term='Guns&apos;n Roses'/><category term='bacon'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='meu look'/><category term='Gal Costa'/><category term='berinjela'/><category term='Ana Carolina'/><category term='dodói'/><category term='Celine Dion'/><category term='crônicas'/><category term='atualidades'/><category term='alcaparras'/><category term='frango'/><category term='Titãs'/><category term='milho'/><title type='text'>* Baú da Kinha *</title><subtitle type='html'>Um lugar pra falar do que me agrada, me desagrada, de sentimentos ou pretensões, sem compromissos....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Frango Assado no Leite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tHu0tX7VZ4/Tujkv_WglSI/AAAAAAAABAc/fK4TYe0ps_s/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tHu0tX7VZ4/Tujkv_WglSI/AAAAAAAABAc/fK4TYe0ps_s/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;6 sobrecoxas (se quiser utilizar coxas, também pode) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 ovos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;leite (o quanto baste para cobrir a metade do recipiente) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;queijo ralado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;temperos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Tempere o frango a seu gosto (ex.: sal, alho, etc.), reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Bata bem os ovos e acrescente a eles o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt; ralado (reserve mais ou menos 2 colheres de sopa).&lt;br /&gt;Passe as sobrecoxas, uma a uma na mistura anterior e vá colocando-as em um prato refratário.&lt;br /&gt;Coloque o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt; aos poucos em um canto do prato refratário (não por cima das sobrecoxas) até a metade do prato.&lt;br /&gt;Leve para assar em forno quente até ficar bem dourado (o forno deve estar pré-aquecido).&lt;br /&gt;Uns minutos antes de tirar o frango do forno, coloque o restante do queijo ralado por cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receitinha&lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/frango-assado-no-leite-26907.html"&gt; daqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3329520648085482167?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3329520648085482167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3329520648085482167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3329520648085482167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3329520648085482167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/frango-assado-no-leite.html' title='Frango Assado no Leite'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tHu0tX7VZ4/Tujkv_WglSI/AAAAAAAABAc/fK4TYe0ps_s/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2005299752255921865</id><published>2012-02-25T07:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T07:36:00.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O JOGADOR (FIÓDOR DOSTOIÉVSKI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f19-2w-Nl_g/TylsBObkr3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z8-zNq8XNl4/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f19-2w-Nl_g/TylsBObkr3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z8-zNq8XNl4/s320/01.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma envolvente narrativa semi-autobiográfica em uma contundente  auto-análise do (pior do) ser humano. Não é segredo que Dostoiévski foi,  durante muito tempo, um jogador compulsivo, o que da o empuxo do ponto  de partida deste romance. Trata da estória de Aléxis Ivanovitch, um  preceptor que é visto como palpiteiro e inconveniente apenas por  permanecer fiel às suas próprias convicções e não concordar com as  opiniões mesquinhas da alta sociedade com a qual precisa conviver.  Assíduo freqüentador dos cassinos locais, ele cria seus métodos e  cálculos no intuito de fazer fortuna na roleta. Não "apenas" para isso,  mas também para ter o prazer de quebrar a banca, de fazer com que todos  os que o desdenharam passem a cortejá-lo, nem que seja só enquanto durar  seu dinheiro. Costuma jogar com certa parcimônia e algum senso de  responsabilidade, evitando riscos desnecessários sempre que possível,  principalmente quando joga a pedido de Paulina, sua musa inspiradora.  Claro que isso não dura muito tempo, pois logo ele perde o bom senso,  mais especificamente numa insólita noite em que Paulina dá a entender  que precisa desesperadamente de dinheiro. Um livro instigante eque prende o leitor até o desfecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:  &lt;a href="http://pt.shvoong.com/books/485532-jogador-dostoi%C3%A9vski/#ixzz1l9J8WWbe" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://pt.shvoong.com/books/485532-jogador-dostoi%C3%A9vski/#ixzz1l9J8WWbe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2005299752255921865?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2005299752255921865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2005299752255921865&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2005299752255921865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2005299752255921865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/li-gostei-indico-o-jogador-fiodor.html' title='LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O JOGADOR (FIÓDOR DOSTOIÉVSKI)'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f19-2w-Nl_g/TylsBObkr3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z8-zNq8XNl4/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2803225126279908315</id><published>2012-02-24T07:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T07:55:00.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>O AMOR MADURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-206ht8H4Nq0/TzlBiLHfjSI/AAAAAAAABSE/_MGMuSp8NUg/s1600/idosos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-206ht8H4Nq0/TzlBiLHfjSI/AAAAAAAABSE/_MGMuSp8NUg/s320/idosos.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O amor maduro não é menor em intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é apenas silencioso.&lt;br /&gt;Não é menor em extensão.&lt;br /&gt;É mais definido colorido e poetizado.&lt;br /&gt;Não carece de demonstrações.&lt;br /&gt;Presenteia com a verdade do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de presenças exigidas.&lt;br /&gt;Amplia-se com as ausências significativas.&lt;br /&gt;O amor maduro tem e quer problemas, sim, como tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vive dos problemas da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Problemas da felicidade são formas trabalhosas de construir o               bem, o prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Problemas da infelicidade não interessam ao amor maduro.&lt;br /&gt;Na felicidade está o encontro de peles, o ficar com o gosto da               boca e do cheiro do outro - está a compreensão antecipada, a               adivinhação, o presente de valor interior, a emoção vivida em               conjunto, os discursos silenciosos da percepção, o prazer de               conviver, o&lt;br /&gt;equilíbrio de carne e de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;O amor maduro é a valorização do melhor do outro e a relação               com a parte salva de cada pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Ele vive do que não morreu, mesmo tendo ficado para depois, vive               do que fermentou&lt;br /&gt;criando dimensões novas para sentimentos antigos, jardins               abandonados, cheios de sementes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não pede, tem.&lt;br /&gt;Não reivindica, consegue.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebe, recebe.&lt;br /&gt;Não exige, oferece.&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunta, adivinha.&lt;br /&gt;Existe, para fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2803225126279908315?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2803225126279908315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2803225126279908315&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2803225126279908315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2803225126279908315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-maduro.html' title='O AMOR MADURO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-206ht8H4Nq0/TzlBiLHfjSI/AAAAAAAABSE/_MGMuSp8NUg/s72-c/idosos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6312096167007465085</id><published>2012-02-23T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:55:52.533-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>MATERIAL GIRL - MADONNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daNU9QvSBmY/TykuEXN75vI/AAAAAAAABQU/YrDpJpfjH4A/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daNU9QvSBmY/TykuEXN75vI/AAAAAAAABQU/YrDpJpfjH4A/s200/03.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me&lt;br /&gt;I think they're o.k.&lt;br /&gt;If they don't give me proper credit&lt;br /&gt;I just walk away&lt;br /&gt;They can beg and they can plead&lt;br /&gt;But they can't see the light, that's right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash&lt;br /&gt;Is always Mister Right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;You know that we are living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;Some boys romance, some boys slow dance&lt;br /&gt;That's all right with me&lt;br /&gt;If they can't raise my interest then I&lt;br /&gt;Have to let them be&lt;br /&gt;Some boys try and some boys lie, but&lt;br /&gt;I don't let them play (no way)&lt;br /&gt;Only boys that save their pennies&lt;br /&gt;Make my rainy day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;You know that we are living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;Boys may come and boys may go&lt;br /&gt;And that's all right you to see&lt;br /&gt;Experience has made me rich&lt;br /&gt;And now they're after me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody's living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;You know that we are living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;Living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;br /&gt;You know that we are living in a material world&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'm a material girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6312096167007465085?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6312096167007465085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6312096167007465085&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6312096167007465085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6312096167007465085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/material-girl-madonna.html' title='MATERIAL GIRL - MADONNA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daNU9QvSBmY/TykuEXN75vI/AAAAAAAABQU/YrDpJpfjH4A/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3005173496747434234</id><published>2012-02-22T08:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T08:15:00.586-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>DICAS -  O QUE SIGNIFICAM AS ETIQUETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muita gente não sabe os significados das etiquetas com instruções de lavagem das roupas, e pior. Cortam-nas fora logo após adquirir a vestimenta, arriscando-se a estragar a peça por lavá-la de forma errada. Veja o que significam alguns símbolos comuns nas etiquetas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxvmQEZlVXI/Tx166doERhI/AAAAAAAABPE/FNzEYRBljfU/s1600/aa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxvmQEZlVXI/Tx166doERhI/AAAAAAAABPE/FNzEYRBljfU/s400/aa.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3005173496747434234?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3005173496747434234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3005173496747434234&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3005173496747434234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3005173496747434234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-o-que-significam-as-etiquetas.html' title='DICAS -  O QUE SIGNIFICAM AS ETIQUETAS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxvmQEZlVXI/Tx166doERhI/AAAAAAAABPE/FNzEYRBljfU/s72-c/aa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3844604295190306334</id><published>2012-02-21T07:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T07:26:00.570-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>DESCANSAR...</title><content type='html'>1. Recuse todos os convites para praticar qualquer atividade física… cansa muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzPtAiZor2s/Tzk_Ltytz6I/AAAAAAAABR8/r_54BWPrPqE/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzPtAiZor2s/Tzk_Ltytz6I/AAAAAAAABR8/r_54BWPrPqE/s200/001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Renuncie a qualquer exercício no final de semana… o melhor é ficar em casa vendo TV, comer de tudo, dormir muito e descansar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nunca ande a pé, mesmo que sejam distâncias curtas, afinal, pra que serve o carro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sempre que puder, fique sem fazer movimento nenhum… Assim você não gasta energia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Quando tirar férias, passe o dia deitado, sentado, parado, afinal… Ninguém é de ferro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jamais suba ou desça uma escada… Afinal por que inventaram elevador?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Coma bastante, bem mais do que você precisa, assim estará garantindo que de fome você não morre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-118VsfjHnIw/Tzk_KVr025I/AAAAAAAABR0/aQX18S7SeN0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-118VsfjHnIw/Tzk_KVr025I/AAAAAAAABR0/aQX18S7SeN0/s200/1.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Aproveite todas as delícias da vida. Ingira muito álcool e fume bastante… é elegante!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Se algum amigo convidá-lo para jogar bola, correr, jogar tênis, caminhar ou qualquer tipo de exercício, fuja dele… Escolha melhor suas amizades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Se alguém convencê-lo a fazer alguma atividade física, cuidado… Não deixe que isso se transforme num hábito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAÇA TUDO ISSO E… DESCANSE EM PAZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recebido por e-mail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autoria desconhecida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3844604295190306334?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3844604295190306334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3844604295190306334&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3844604295190306334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3844604295190306334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/descansar.html' title='DESCANSAR...'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzPtAiZor2s/Tzk_Ltytz6I/AAAAAAAABR8/r_54BWPrPqE/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3231468109880741417</id><published>2012-02-20T08:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T08:00:15.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requeijão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Peito de Frango com Requeijão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et892x5axVs/TujsjJduFlI/AAAAAAAABA0/vQMI0hUXDjg/s1600/peito-de-frango-com-requeijao-49c614ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et892x5axVs/TujsjJduFlI/AAAAAAAABA0/vQMI0hUXDjg/s200/peito-de-frango-com-requeijao-49c614ab.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 kg de peito de frango em filés&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Xícara(chá) de farinha de trigo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 Colheres(sopa) de manteiga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Pacote de sopa creme de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;500ml de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cenoura/"&gt;cenoura&lt;/a&gt;s pequenas raladas no ralo grosso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Lata de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/milho/"&gt;milho&lt;/a&gt; verde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Vidro de requeijão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Batata palha para decorar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Sal e pimenta a gosto &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Tempere com sal e pimenta os filés de frango e passe-os pela farinha de trigo&lt;br /&gt;Leve para fritar na manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;Misture o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt; com a sopa de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt;, e leve ao fogo mexendo até ficar cremoso.&lt;br /&gt;Arrume em um refratário os bifes de frango um ao lado do outro&lt;br /&gt;Coloque por cima a &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cenoura/"&gt;cenoura&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/milho/"&gt;milho&lt;/a&gt; verde, cubra com o creme de cebolas e por ultimo coloque colheradas de requeijão e espalhe a &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/batata/"&gt;batata&lt;/a&gt; palha.&lt;br /&gt;Leve ao forno para aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sirva com arroz branco e salada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receitinha&lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/peito-de-frango-com-requeijao-2177.html"&gt; daqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3231468109880741417?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3231468109880741417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3231468109880741417&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3231468109880741417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3231468109880741417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/peito-de-frango-com-requeijao.html' title='Peito de Frango com Requeijão'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et892x5axVs/TujsjJduFlI/AAAAAAAABA0/vQMI0hUXDjg/s72-c/peito-de-frango-com-requeijao-49c614ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7359063143771514363</id><published>2012-02-19T07:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T07:30:00.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>PODIA PASSAR SEM ESSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO0W2WwdiI/Tzk7cpSVwXI/AAAAAAAABRs/MdcGVd-Ztlo/s1600/TIRINHAS+PARA+O+SITE+%284%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO0W2WwdiI/Tzk7cpSVwXI/AAAAAAAABRs/MdcGVd-Ztlo/s400/TIRINHAS+PARA+O+SITE+%284%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7359063143771514363?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7359063143771514363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7359063143771514363&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7359063143771514363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7359063143771514363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/podia-passar-sem-essa.html' title='PODIA PASSAR SEM ESSA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO0W2WwdiI/Tzk7cpSVwXI/AAAAAAAABRs/MdcGVd-Ztlo/s72-c/TIRINHAS+PARA+O+SITE+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8597607688727551703</id><published>2012-02-18T08:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T08:20:00.031-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O PEQUENO PRÍNCIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p27yzTgfoD0/Tx1tcmicfQI/AAAAAAAABN0/EYZr-flBJnw/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p27yzTgfoD0/Tx1tcmicfQI/AAAAAAAABN0/EYZr-flBJnw/s1600/aaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Resumo retirado da Wikipédia:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le Petit Prince (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;é um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance" title="Romance"&gt;romance&lt;/a&gt; do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escritor" title="Escritor"&gt;escritor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7a" title="França"&gt;francês&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_de_Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry" title="Antoine de Saint-Exupéry"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/a&gt;, publicado em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1943" title="1943"&gt;1943&lt;/a&gt; nos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos" title="Estados Unidos"&gt;Estados Unidos&lt;/a&gt;.  A princípio, aparentando ser um livro para crianças, tem um grande teor  poético e filosófico. É o livro em língua francesa que mais foi vendido  no mundo, com cerca de 80 milhões de exemplares, e entre 400 a 500  edições. Também se trata da terceira obra literária (sendo a primeira a  Bíblia e a segunda o livro &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Peregrino" title="O Peregrino"&gt;O Peregrino&lt;/a&gt;) mais traduzida no mundo, tendo sido publicado em 160 idiomas e dialetos. Em Portugal, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Principezinho  integra o conjunto de obras sugeridas para leitura integral, na  disciplina de Língua Portuguesa, no 2º Ciclo do Ensino Básico. No &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jap%C3%A3o" title="Japão"&gt;Japão&lt;/a&gt;, há um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Museu" title="Museu"&gt;museu&lt;/a&gt;  para o personagem principal do livro, um jovem sonhador de cabelos  louros e cachecol vermelho. O autor do livro também foi quem fez suas  ilustrações originais e acredita-se que parte do enredo da obra e as  aquarelas de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry tenha sido inspirada pela sua ida  ao &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regi%C3%A3o_Nordeste_do_Brasil" title="Região Nordeste do Brasil"&gt;nordeste do Brasil&lt;/a&gt;, onde ele teria se encantado com o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baob%C3%A1" title="Baobá"&gt;Baobá&lt;/a&gt;, árvore de origem africana trazida à terra brasileira.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8597607688727551703?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8597607688727551703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8597607688727551703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8597607688727551703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8597607688727551703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/li-gostei-indico-o-pequeno-principe.html' title='LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O PEQUENO PRÍNCIPE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p27yzTgfoD0/Tx1tcmicfQI/AAAAAAAABN0/EYZr-flBJnw/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6069904469615944095</id><published>2012-02-17T07:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:16:01.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roupa Nova'/><title type='text'>BEM MAIOR - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUwxSju6nx0/Tzk59rEBleI/AAAAAAAABRk/r4YIAVOSzis/s1600/a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUwxSju6nx0/Tzk59rEBleI/AAAAAAAABRk/r4YIAVOSzis/s200/a2.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem maior do que os mares mais profundos&lt;br /&gt;Bem maior do que os campos que eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Bem maior que o teatro das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;É meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Com a força infinita das rochas&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais luz que o sol põe no rubi&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais do que os verdes das matas&lt;br /&gt;É meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Assim como no inverno&lt;br /&gt;E o sol quente do verão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser a primavera&lt;br /&gt;Do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que escrevemos nossa história&lt;br /&gt;É o livro mais lindo que eu li&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor azul que me traga na memória&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6069904469615944095?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6069904469615944095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6069904469615944095&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6069904469615944095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6069904469615944095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/bem-maior-roupa-nova.html' title='BEM MAIOR - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUwxSju6nx0/Tzk59rEBleI/AAAAAAAABRk/r4YIAVOSzis/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7944249727032708425</id><published>2012-02-16T07:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T07:59:00.466-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>O QUE EU NÃO DARIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8uraZft-UY/Tx12ESoYVNI/AAAAAAAABOs/fbUsDSff1j8/s1600/portoamelia.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8uraZft-UY/Tx12ESoYVNI/AAAAAAAABOs/fbUsDSff1j8/s400/portoamelia.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra estar num lugar assim, neste exato momento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7944249727032708425?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7944249727032708425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7944249727032708425&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7944249727032708425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7944249727032708425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-que-eu-nao-daria.html' title='O QUE EU NÃO DARIA...'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8uraZft-UY/Tx12ESoYVNI/AAAAAAAABOs/fbUsDSff1j8/s72-c/portoamelia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8771604509011104240</id><published>2012-02-15T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:49:02.439-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>AMOR OU AMIZADE? OS DOIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcJ2COKhWqE/Tzk4UP-ATSI/AAAAAAAABRc/VY2tXI4sRL8/s1600/%7E%7E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcJ2COKhWqE/Tzk4UP-ATSI/AAAAAAAABRc/VY2tXI4sRL8/s200/%7E%7E.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;No finalzinho da         entrevista que Pedro Bial deu à Marília Gabriela, quando foi         questionado sobre&amp;nbsp;relacionamentos, ele deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;uma         lição que serve para todo mundo: trate seu amor&amp;nbsp;como você trata         seu melhor amigo. Sei que isso parece falta de romantismo,&amp;nbsp;mas é o         conselho mais certeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não era você que         estava a fim de uma relação serena e plenamente&amp;nbsp;satisfatória? Taí         o caminho.&amp;nbsp;Vamos tentar elucidar como isso se dá na prática.         Comecemos pelo exemplo&amp;nbsp;que o próprio Bial deu: você foi convidado         para o casamento de uma prima&amp;nbsp;distante que mora onde Judas perdeu         as botas, você tem que ir porque ela&amp;nbsp;chamou você pra padrinho.         Como é que os casais costumam combinar isso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não&amp;nbsp;tem         como escapar, você vai comigo e pronto". Ou seja, um põe o outro         no&amp;nbsp;programa de índio e nem quer saber de conversa. É assim que         você convidaria&amp;nbsp;seu melhor amigo? Não. Você diria: "Putz,         tenho uma roubada pela frente que&amp;nbsp;você não imagina. Me dá uma         força, vem comigo, ao menos a gente dá umas&amp;nbsp;risadas...".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficou bem mais simpático,         não ficou? Como esta, tem milhões de&amp;nbsp;situações chatas que você         pode aliviar, apenas moderando o tom das palavras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro seu marido:         "Você nunca repara em mim, não deu pra notar que cortei o&amp;nbsp;cabelo?         Será que sou invisível?" Mas pra sua melhor amiga: "Ai, pelo         visto&amp;nbsp;meu cabelo ficou medonho e você está me poupando, né? Pode         dizer a verdade,&amp;nbsp;eu agüento".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra sua mulher:         "Você já se deu conta da podridão que está este sofá? Não&amp;nbsp;dá         pra ver que está na hora de trocar o tecido?" Mas pra sua melhor         amiga:&amp;nbsp;"Deixa a pizza por minha conta, eu pago, assim você         economiza pra lavar o&amp;nbsp;sofá. A não ser que este seja um novo         estilo de decoração..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risos + risos+&amp;nbsp;risos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maneire. Trate seu amor         como todas as pessoas que você adora e que não são&amp;nbsp;seus         parentes. Trate com o mesmo humor que você trata seu melhor amigo, sua&amp;nbsp;melhor         amiga. Até porque, caso você não tenha percebido, é exatamente isso&amp;nbsp;que         eles são.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Grandes Realizações         são possíveis quando se dá importância aos&amp;nbsp;pequenos começos"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martha Medeiros &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8771604509011104240?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8771604509011104240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8771604509011104240&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8771604509011104240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8771604509011104240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/amor-ou-amizade-os-dois.html' title='AMOR OU AMIZADE? OS DOIS...'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcJ2COKhWqE/Tzk4UP-ATSI/AAAAAAAABRc/VY2tXI4sRL8/s72-c/%7E%7E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5899461032482849584</id><published>2012-02-15T09:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:04:16.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobremesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limão'/><title type='text'>TORTA DE lIMÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ci8SAQpyk/Tzud6cGlH3I/AAAAAAAABT8/Y2v5LdT3TuQ/s1600/01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ci8SAQpyk/Tzud6cGlH3I/AAAAAAAABT8/Y2v5LdT3TuQ/s1600/01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para a massa:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 xícaras (chá) de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres de sopa de margarina &lt;br /&gt;½ lata de creme de leite&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de chá de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para o recheio:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lata de leite condensado&lt;br /&gt;½ copo de suco de limão coado&lt;br /&gt;½ lata de creme de leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para a cobertura:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 claras &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres de sopa de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;1 colher de sopa de raspas de limão para decorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modo de preparo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para a massa:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peneirar  a farinha, colocar a margarina, o creme de  leite e o fermento. Misturar , juntando a farinha  até que&amp;nbsp; solte completamente das  mãos. Deixar descansar por cerca de 30 minutos na geladeira. Abra a  massa, forre uma fôrma de aro removível,&amp;nbsp; fure o  fundo com um garfo, asse em forno médio alto até ficar com as bordas douradas, mas não escuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para o recheio:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misturar  bem o leite condensado com o suco de limão até que adquira consistência  de creme. Misturar o creme de leite e as raspas de limão. Reservar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para a cobertura: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bater  as claras em neve na batedeira até encorpar, juntar aos poucos o  açúcar, e bater até obter um suspiro  firme. Rechear a torta com o creme de limão, cobrir com o suspiro e  voltar a torta ao forno baixo, por cerca de 10 minutos, apenas  para dourar o suspiro. Gelar antes de servir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Espere a massa assada esfriar completamente antes de rechear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Você  pode substituir o suspiro por chantilly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5899461032482849584?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5899461032482849584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5899461032482849584&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5899461032482849584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5899461032482849584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/ingredientes-para-massa-2-xicaras-cha.html' title='TORTA DE lIMÃO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ci8SAQpyk/Tzud6cGlH3I/AAAAAAAABT8/Y2v5LdT3TuQ/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5455877052029180524</id><published>2012-02-14T18:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:22:49.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>BEIJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXv9XCWXEws/TzpcHFPS5lI/AAAAAAAABT0/yiD8PGkHAOw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXv9XCWXEws/TzpcHFPS5lI/AAAAAAAABT0/yiD8PGkHAOw/s200/10.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo&lt;br /&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;Ponta de Pejo&lt;br /&gt;A linha da boca&lt;br /&gt;Das mãos&lt;br /&gt;O gosto da carne&lt;br /&gt;Sabor que me embriaga e me invade&lt;br /&gt;Odor inebriante que me acalma e me incendeia&lt;br /&gt;Ardor sufocante que se apodera do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Insensatez?&lt;br /&gt;Paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha Autoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5455877052029180524?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5455877052029180524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5455877052029180524&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5455877052029180524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5455877052029180524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/beijo.html' title='BEIJO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXv9XCWXEws/TzpcHFPS5lI/AAAAAAAABT0/yiD8PGkHAOw/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1393330441872429629</id><published>2012-02-14T07:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:50:00.399-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>VOCÊ ACREDITA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7O41Rw16ug/Tx14p1iW1gI/AAAAAAAABO0/3KLW-nuJMDY/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7O41Rw16ug/Tx14p1iW1gI/AAAAAAAABO0/3KLW-nuJMDY/s200/a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muita gente que não gosta de passar roupas. eu, por minha vez, adoro.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vão algumas dicas pra quem está começando a aprender a ser dona de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todo Cuidado é Pouco &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes de começar a passar as roupas, verifique se não há qualquer  resíduo ou sujeira no ferro. Após isso, separe as roupas de acordo com  as suas instruções de temperatura da etiqueta e comece a passar com o  ferro na temperatura mais baixa. As altas temperaturas são prejudiciais  aos tecidos. Quando reduzir a temperatura do ferro, aguarde um pouco antes de encostá-lo na peça. E se você usar algum produto para  ajudar a passar, aplique a 20 cm de distância, para não molhar demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calça Social&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esse tipo de calça é recomendável passar com um paninho (&lt;i&gt;tipo fralda&lt;/i&gt;) entre o ferro e a calça para não ficar com aquele brilho horrível. &lt;br /&gt;Comece pela cintura e bolsos. Enfie a calça na tábua de passar, vá  passando e rodando a calça até chegar onde você começou. Depois segure a  calça de cabeça pra baixo, junte as duas costuras e as duas pernas,  coloque na tábua novamente e passe os dois lados. Se algum vinco for  marcado de forma errada, passe gelo e o ferro por cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camisa Social&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para começar, é importante seguir a sequência abaixo para ficar pronta logo de primeira. &lt;br /&gt;Comece deixando o colarinho reto sem dobrar, depois passe os  punhos (sem abotoar), as mangas e a parte da frente. Por último passe as  costas e termine dobrando o colarinho. Depois de passar,  pendure no cabide para não amassar.&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter ajudado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7364526787684545994?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7364526787684545994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7364526787684545994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7364526787684545994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7364526787684545994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-passar-roupas.html' title='DICAS - PASSAR ROUPAS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7O41Rw16ug/Tx14p1iW1gI/AAAAAAAABO0/3KLW-nuJMDY/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2431534366997844559</id><published>2012-02-13T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:29:52.678-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>Boas Vindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOGlFAMXHak/TzkAgsJ54-I/AAAAAAAABRU/kSydb5W15KM/s1600/buque+colorido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOGlFAMXHak/TzkAgsJ54-I/AAAAAAAABRU/kSydb5W15KM/s200/buque+colorido.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bem vindos ao blog: Juliana Louseiro, Nana Pinho, Dream Box, Cláudia Faria, Wonder Alves, Alê Campos e Andrella 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fico muito feliz em recebê-los aqui no meu cantinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;252&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2431534366997844559?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2431534366997844559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2431534366997844559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2431534366997844559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2431534366997844559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/boas-vindas.html' title='Boas Vindas!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOGlFAMXHak/TzkAgsJ54-I/AAAAAAAABRU/kSydb5W15KM/s72-c/buque+colorido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6036206833606987586</id><published>2012-02-12T07:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T07:43:00.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>PERDOAR É DIVINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uiVk-e0z7g/TusbY-g1s0I/AAAAAAAABFM/NMSQyoWkVtk/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uiVk-e0z7g/TusbY-g1s0I/AAAAAAAABFM/NMSQyoWkVtk/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you love me won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your prisoner, so, baby, won't you set me free?&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my heart, finish what you start&lt;br /&gt;When you make my love come down&lt;br /&gt;If you want me let me know, baby, let it show&lt;br /&gt;Honey, don't you fool around&lt;br /&gt;Just try to understand, I've given all I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Borderline, feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Borderline, feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me baby, don't you know you drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes is makin' such a fool of me&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me in your arms, you love me till I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;But then you let me down, when I look around&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you just can't be found&lt;br /&gt;Stop driving me away, I just wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;There's something I just got to say&lt;br /&gt;Just try to understand, I've given all I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Borderline, feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Borderline, feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me baby, don't you know you drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Look what your love has done to me, come on baby, set me free&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline, borderline&lt;br /&gt;You cause me so much pain, I think I'm going insane&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to make you see?&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me, keep on pushing me&lt;br /&gt;(Keep on pushing my love over the borderline)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Come baby, come darling, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4822946738119478424?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4822946738119478424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4822946738119478424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4822946738119478424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4822946738119478424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/borderline-madonna.html' title='BORDERLINE - MADONNA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uiVk-e0z7g/TusbY-g1s0I/AAAAAAAABFM/NMSQyoWkVtk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7547990573736564791</id><published>2012-02-10T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:52:42.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>FAÇA VOCÊ MESMA! (Editado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Edição de Postagem:&lt;/span&gt; Como prometido, aí vai a foto de como ficou meu cabelo!&lt;br /&gt;Não reparem na cara de sono, ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYm3r_NeqYk/TzUIjsuPrLI/AAAAAAAABRM/rcz68anhbzg/s1600/1A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYm3r_NeqYk/TzUIjsuPrLI/AAAAAAAABRM/rcz68anhbzg/s320/1A.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fico boba como meu humor pode mudar a partir da forma como me enxergo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explico: &lt;/b&gt;Há mais de dois meses eu andava sem nada de grana pra retocar a raiz do meu cabelo e eu tenho muuuuiiiiitos fios brancos, Apesar de ter 33 anos, meus cabelos são beeeem grisalhos mesmo. E aí que eu estava com mais de dois dedos de raiz branca aparecendo e toda vez que me olhava no espelho meu sentimento oscilava entre a raiva e a vontade de chorar. Juro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso me incomodou tanto que ontem a noite não deu mais: &lt;b&gt;EU MESMA PINTEI MEU CABELO (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a tinta eu já tinha, só faltava mesmo pagar alguém pra aplicar e com esse negócio de mudança de apê, material escolar de início de ano e outras continhas mais pra pagar ... já viu&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não é que deu certo? Segui as instruções da caixinha direitinho e tudo foi uma beleza, exceto pelo fato de pela falta de prática eu ter manchado um pouco a testa e os braços, hehehe. Mas eu sempre fui assim, quando quero uma coisa vou lá e faço, rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje de manhã, quando o Sr. Prerseverança me viu de cabelo pintadinho e lindo (&lt;i&gt;cof&lt;/i&gt;) me perguntou se eu fui ao salão e eu ri, ri, ri. Sinal de que o resultado ficou ótimo. Depois coloco foto aqui pra vocês verem, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tintura que eu usei foi essa aí da foto. Recomendo, pois ela não escorre nada. A uso há mais de um ano e meu cabelo nunca manchou nem nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTYg-jClr8I/TzO0_TXUUQI/AAAAAAAABRE/OsEcjcnMGxY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTYg-jClr8I/TzO0_TXUUQI/AAAAAAAABRE/OsEcjcnMGxY/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fica registrado que vale a pena tentar mudar algo que te incomoda. Pelo menos no meu caso, pior do que estava não podia ficar, rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7547990573736564791?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7547990573736564791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7547990573736564791&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7547990573736564791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7547990573736564791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/impressionante.html' title='FAÇA VOCÊ MESMA! (Editado)'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYm3r_NeqYk/TzUIjsuPrLI/AAAAAAAABRM/rcz68anhbzg/s72-c/1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5572284967703178089</id><published>2012-02-10T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T08:34:09.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KT Tunstall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDn_LFMw1aw/TcIQne296gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u7yNx5DUU6Y/s1600/sis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDn_LFMw1aw/TcIQne296gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u7yNx5DUU6Y/s200/sis.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her face is a map of the world&lt;br /&gt;Is a map of the world&lt;br /&gt;You can see she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;And everything around her is a silver pool of light&lt;br /&gt;The people who surround her feel the benefit of it&lt;br /&gt;It makes you calm&lt;br /&gt;She holds you captivated in her palm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I feel like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;Like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;You can hear she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;What you heard&lt;br /&gt;She likes to leave you hanging on a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And she's taller than most&lt;br /&gt;And she's looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like I could be a tower&lt;br /&gt;A big strong tower, yeah&lt;br /&gt;The power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me hoo yea yea (Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;(Suddenly I see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me yeaa yeahh (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5572284967703178089?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5572284967703178089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5572284967703178089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5572284967703178089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5572284967703178089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/05/suddenly-i-see-kt-tunstall.html' title='Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDn_LFMw1aw/TcIQne296gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u7yNx5DUU6Y/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1746114279395841457</id><published>2012-02-09T08:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:42:49.265-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Coxa e Sobrecoxas de Frango Assadas com Batata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0smaKioZ8A/Tujj_29mhJI/AAAAAAAABAU/gVstc82_aX0/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0smaKioZ8A/Tujj_29mhJI/AAAAAAAABAU/gVstc82_aX0/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/2 Kg de Coxa e Sobrecoxa  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;4 dentes de alho amassados &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;sal e pimenta do reino a gosto &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;4 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/batata/"&gt;batata&lt;/a&gt;s inglesa descascadas e cortadas em rodelas grossa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="instructions"&gt;Corte separando as coxa das sobrecoxas, se preferir, corte a coxa e a sobrecoxa ao meio(ficando menor ela assará mais rápido)&lt;br /&gt;Lave e tempere bem junto com as &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/batata/"&gt;batata&lt;/a&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;Em uma assadeira grande coloque os pedaços da coxa e da sobrecoxa,  espalhando bem, e as batatas, coloque elas viradas de lado entre os  pedaços de frango&lt;br /&gt;Leve ao forno e asse por mais ou menos 02 horas, até ver que o frango está coradinho bem assado.&lt;br /&gt;Como acompanhamento, faça um creme de milho.&lt;/div&gt;Rendimento: &lt;span class="yield"&gt;6 porções&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Tempo: &lt;span class="totalTime"&gt;120 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receitinha&lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/coxa-e-sobrecoxa-assadas-com-batata-7717.html"&gt; daqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1746114279395841457?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1746114279395841457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1746114279395841457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1746114279395841457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1746114279395841457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/coxa-e-sobrecoxas-de-frango-assadas-com.html' title='Coxa e Sobrecoxas de Frango Assadas com Batata'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0smaKioZ8A/Tujj_29mhJI/AAAAAAAABAU/gVstc82_aX0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-852644812416893292</id><published>2012-02-08T18:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:35:40.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Já Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca sabemos ao certo quando deixamos de ser importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É triste perceber que quem tanto me importa não olha por mim, apenas me vê. Não altera em nada sua lista de prioridades quando preciso de socorro, atenção. Apenas (depois, sempre depois) desculpa-se. Diz que as coisas estão complicadas. Está constantemente ocupado, atrapalhado. Sempre se sai com ótimos motivos para não ter ido, feito, acompanhado. Conhece meus gostos, minhas neuras, o porquê do riso rasgado. Sabe o número do meu telefone, onde vivo, mas mora num outro universo, do qual não tenho o endereço, nem pertenço: é péssimo notar que sou pouco para quem é muito pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não se trata de desdém, nem de rancor. É mais sutil e menos óbvio, por isso tão doído (sei que o carinho existe, mas anda tímido). Pode até me surpreender com telefonemas, e-mails, conversas à toa, mas não está presente nos momentos críticos da minha vida. Torna-se incomunicável, desaparece. Não fica ao meu lado. Não pega o lenço para que eu possa continuar chorando, sem medo de julgamentos. Não traz da cozinha a garrafa da minha bebida preferida para comemorarmos. Não me abraça quando faltam palavras, não me afaga quando elas não bastam. Sei que aquela pessoa, tal qual a recordo, existiu, só não sei em que ponto deixou de ser real para se tornar um holograma da minha mente. Uma suspeita de surto: será que me enganei desse jeito? Talvez não tenha me enganado, apenas o tempo nos tenha tornado diferentes demais e já não andemos na mesma direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida acaba nos trazendo, inevitavelmente, amigos assim (que chamamos “amigos” por desconhecimento de termo mais adequado). Amores assim. Pessoas que estiveram conosco, compartilharam e construíram nossa história, mas que, sabe-se lá quando e por que, descompassaram. Alguns até continuam presentes, mas jamais estiveram tão ausentes. Outros fazem questão de dizer o quanto somos importantes, especiais, e eis um alerta que não ignoro: sempre desconfiei de quem fala “Você pode contar comigo”, “Qualquer coisa, me liga”, “Nunca vou te esquecer”. Isso se mostra calmamente, no dia-a-dia, não se legaliza numa promessa. É preciso tempo, e é só com ele que saberei se essas palavras significam algo ou são mera formalidade. Me mostre que eu posso contar com você, não me diga isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez percamos o sentido de existir na vida de algumas pessoas, por mais importantes que tenhamos sido (ou que supomos ter sido). Nossa permanência torna-se oca de significado. Desbota. Gradualmente, sumimos. E não há nada de errado nisso. De triste, sim (todo fim é triste), mas não de errado: não dá para exigir ser amado. Errado é mantermos à nossa volta, atrelados a nós por compulsão ou necessidade de companhia, quem não tem mais nada a nos oferecer. Para quem oferecemos tão pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantos sinais são necessários até compreendermos que já não nos importamos com alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;Ailin Aleixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-852644812416893292?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/852644812416893292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=852644812416893292&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/852644812416893292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/852644812416893292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/03/ja-era.html' title='Já Era'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7142142890015285169</id><published>2012-02-07T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:15:57.982-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look'/><title type='text'>Adorei esse look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suZGj4XgEbI/TcHkwIEK2FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FMm6DChuPoQ/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suZGj4XgEbI/TcHkwIEK2FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FMm6DChuPoQ/s320/03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amei esse vestido. Lindo, lindo, lindo! Totalmente lady, rs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7142142890015285169?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7142142890015285169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7142142890015285169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7142142890015285169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7142142890015285169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/05/adorei-esse-look.html' title='Adorei esse look!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-suZGj4XgEbI/TcHkwIEK2FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FMm6DChuPoQ/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1955556834508702251</id><published>2012-02-06T08:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:45:49.716-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>DA INFÂNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWtLIV9Rpqo/Tx1uePSl4qI/AAAAAAAABN8/5wIUidGo78M/s1600/eu+fazia+isso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWtLIV9Rpqo/Tx1uePSl4qI/AAAAAAAABN8/5wIUidGo78M/s400/eu+fazia+isso.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E vocês? rs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1955556834508702251?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1955556834508702251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1955556834508702251&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1955556834508702251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1955556834508702251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/da-infancia.html' title='DA INFÂNCIA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWtLIV9Rpqo/Tx1uePSl4qI/AAAAAAAABN8/5wIUidGo78M/s72-c/eu+fazia+isso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5931101323685374049</id><published>2012-02-05T07:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:29:00.229-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>COMUNICAÇÃO &amp; ÁLGEBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Wk_wXfP57s/Tx1u5Nc5Z5I/AAAAAAAABOE/q1TlVw4A6Ys/s1600/nota+da+mo%25C3%25A7ada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Wk_wXfP57s/Tx1u5Nc5Z5I/AAAAAAAABOE/q1TlVw4A6Ys/s640/nota+da+mo%25C3%25A7ada.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5931101323685374049?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5931101323685374049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5931101323685374049&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5931101323685374049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5931101323685374049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/comunicacao-algebra.html' title='COMUNICAÇÃO &amp; ÁLGEBRA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Wk_wXfP57s/Tx1u5Nc5Z5I/AAAAAAAABOE/q1TlVw4A6Ys/s72-c/nota+da+mo%25C3%25A7ada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5884584502326943042</id><published>2012-02-04T08:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:01:00.322-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>DICAS DE LIMPEZA - MIL E UMA UTILIDADES DO SAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3mJxJgEq8s/TxWPauqS6xI/AAAAAAAABL8/9auk253GiZM/s1600/sal-hipertension.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3mJxJgEq8s/TxWPauqS6xI/AAAAAAAABL8/9auk253GiZM/s200/sal-hipertension.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você  sabia que você pode limpar o seu tapete usando sal? O sal é um agente  extraordinário de limpeza e desodorização para toda sua casa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse  artigo&amp;nbsp;possui várias receitas para soluções caseiras&amp;nbsp;de limpeza que  podem competir com muitos produtos comerciais atuais. Portanto, encha o  armário de sal e esteja pronto para enfrentar a limpeza mais difícil da  sua casa. Vamos começar com o banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pias: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;faça uma  pasta de aguarrás com sal para restaurar fixações esmaltadas brancas que  amarelaram. Use em pias, banheiras ou vasos sanitários. Aplique, deixe  descansar por 15 minutos e, em seguida, passe uma esponja úmida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapete: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;as manchas de tapete são muito difíceis. O sal está aí para ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mancha gordurosa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;para  uma mancha gordurosa no tapete, remova primeiro o máximo de líquido  possível, cobrindo a mancha com sal. Isso evitará que a mancha de  gordura se espalhe. Em seguida, siga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;instruções do fabricante de tapetes. Pode ser necessária uma solução de limpeza à seco ou um detergente de enzimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gordura: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;remova  manchas de gordura de um tapete com uma mistura de uma parte de sal  para quatro partes de álcool. Esfregue bastante, indo na mesma  direção&amp;nbsp;da felpa do carpete e, em seguida, enxágüe com água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vinho tinto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;retire imediatamente toda a umidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;vinho derramado e pulverize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;área  com sal. Deixe a mancha descansar por 15 minutos. O sal deverá absorver  qualquer vinho remanescente no tapete (tornando-se rosa, como  resultado) Em seguida limpe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;toda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;a área com a mistura de uma xícara de vinagre e uma xícara de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revitalize sua mobília: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;mobília pode durar mais quando você consertá-la, especialmente quando o sal é utilizado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vime: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;evite que a mobília de vime branco amarele, escovando-a com uma escova dura, umedecida com água salgada. Escove e deixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;secar no sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madeira: &lt;/span&gt;quando  um prato quente ou água tiver estragado a superfície de uma mesa de  madeira, tire a mancha com uma pasta fina de óleo de cozinha e sal.  Limpe com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;pasta e esfregue levemente com um tecido macio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estanho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;o  estanho deve ser limpo delicadamente, pois é um metal delicado, que  pode ser facilmente danificado. Adicione farinha à mistura de uma colher  de sopa de sal e uma xícara de vinagre, até que se torne uma pasta  lisa. Aplique a pasta à peça de estanho. Deixe secar por meia hora e  enxágüe com água quente. Passe um pano macio seco, tendo o cuidado de  remover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;resíduo da pasta de todas as ranhuras ou áreas escondidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;para  limpar superfícies brilhantes de cobre ou latão, faça uma pasta com  partes iguais de sal, farinha e vinagre. Esfregue com um tecido macio e  deixe descansar por uma hora. Depois, esfregue com um pano macio e  limpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Limpe manchas de peças decorativas de cobre espirrando  vinagre e sal nelas. Esfregue as peças com uma esponja e enxágüe  cuidadosamente, verificando se removeu todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;os&amp;nbsp;rastros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sal. Repita, se necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Limpe latão ou cobre levemente manchado com um pedaço de limão mergulhado no sal. Enxágüe quando tiver terminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O  sal também pode ser o melhor amigo do faz-tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As  propriedades químicas do sal também o tornam útil para muitos trabalhos  comuns de reparo e manutenção na casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;É possível usar o sal para fazer  seu próprio gesso. O sal também faz maravilhas para remover a ferrugem e  fazer com que as velas novas parem de pingar. Vamos começar com a  recuperação de paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gesso: &lt;/span&gt;misture  duas colheres de sopa de sal e duas colheres de sopa de amido de milho e  adicione água suficiente (cerca de cinco colheres de sopa) para fazer  uma pasta grossa. Use a pasta para preencher um pequeno orifício de  prego ou outro orifício em gesso. Deixe a pasta secar, lixe levemente e  pinte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velas: &lt;/span&gt;impeça que velas novas pinguem, mergulhando-as primeiro em uma solução forte de 1/2 xícara de água e 1/2 xícara de sal durante várias horas. Deixe as velas secarem e queime-as normalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lareiras: &lt;/span&gt;jogar  um pouco de sal na lareira ajudará a soltar a fuligem dentro da  chaminé. Também cria uma chama alegre de amarelo brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferrugem: &lt;/span&gt;misture  sal e creme de tártaro e umedeça com água suficiente para criar uma  pasta. Aplique a uma mancha de ferrugem em uma mobília externa de metal.  Deixe descansar no sol até secar. Repita o processo, se necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Você  também pode remover ferrugem criando&amp;nbsp;uma pasta de suco de limão e sal.  Aplique esta pasta ao objeto com ferrugem e esfregue com um pano macio  seco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Como vimos, o sal não serve apenas para a mesa de jantar. Pode ser ótimo para limpeza e reparos domésticos também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;TEXTO RETIRADO&lt;a href="http://www.limpnet.com.br/dicas/"&gt; DAQU&lt;/a&gt;I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5884584502326943042?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5884584502326943042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5884584502326943042&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5884584502326943042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5884584502326943042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-de-limpeza-mil-e-uma-utilidades.html' title='DICAS DE LIMPEZA - MIL E UMA UTILIDADES DO SAL'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3mJxJgEq8s/TxWPauqS6xI/AAAAAAAABL8/9auk253GiZM/s72-c/sal-hipertension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-436955308373196499</id><published>2012-02-03T08:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:12:00.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxsobRNqu-c/Tusa7r6ahQI/AAAAAAAABFE/XBel4l_6nwo/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxsobRNqu-c/Tusa7r6ahQI/AAAAAAAABFE/XBel4l_6nwo/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;With every single beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day...&lt;br /&gt;Alright, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;With every single beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day of my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;I am the man for you&lt;br /&gt;You were made for me&lt;br /&gt;You're my ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;If I was given every opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill for your love&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance with me&lt;br /&gt;Let me romance with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in a dream&lt;br /&gt;And my dream's come true&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;This is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;An amazing feelin' comin' through&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;With every single beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to take care of you, honey&lt;br /&gt;Every single day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;I love every little thing about you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;(Born) To love you&lt;br /&gt;(Born) To love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;(Born) To love you&lt;br /&gt;(Born) To love you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, day, day, day, day, day&lt;br /&gt;Day of my life&lt;br /&gt;An amazing feelin' comin' through&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;With every single beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day... of my life&lt;br /&gt;Go, I love you babe&lt;br /&gt;(Born to love you)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born to love you, hey&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you , love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's magic (What's?)&lt;br /&gt;I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;Love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, give it to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-436955308373196499?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/436955308373196499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=436955308373196499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/436955308373196499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/436955308373196499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-was-born-to-love-you-queen.html' title='I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxsobRNqu-c/Tusa7r6ahQI/AAAAAAAABFE/XBel4l_6nwo/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-9011438687830661526</id><published>2012-02-02T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:38:20.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look'/><title type='text'>Para ir ao cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHrVBoGej3E/TcC292Fp-KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NK7WHAUW4lo/s1600/Dorothy-Perkins-dress2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHrVBoGej3E/TcC292Fp-KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NK7WHAUW4lo/s400/Dorothy-Perkins-dress2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vestidinho lindo, bem casual, talvez usasse para ir ao cinema. Só acho que ele vai ressaltar minha barriga (ela é imeeeeennnsa)&lt;br /&gt;(Imagem Google)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDuL15XWYcg/TcC3K4Xun0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/qabtXCqRBX8/s1600/images+%252846%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDuL15XWYcg/TcC3K4Xun0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/qabtXCqRBX8/s200/images+%252846%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito fofo, não? (Imagem Google)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFe__CdnSWU/TcC3RJzmipI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dvb9uxtOTNg/s1600/bolsa-rafitthy-star-york-nerd-15002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VFe__CdnSWU/TcC3RJzmipI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dvb9uxtOTNg/s400/bolsa-rafitthy-star-york-nerd-15002.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esse cãozinho de óculos? (Imagem Google)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqgdObhYsJU/TcC3lVWqVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YoXJj777Rzk/s1600/images+%252896%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqgdObhYsJU/TcC3lVWqVNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YoXJj777Rzk/s200/images+%252896%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra arrematar, brincos bem despretenciosos (Google, também)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-9011438687830661526?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9011438687830661526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=9011438687830661526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/9011438687830661526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/9011438687830661526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-ir-ao-cinema.html' title='Para ir ao cinema'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHrVBoGej3E/TcC292Fp-KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NK7WHAUW4lo/s72-c/Dorothy-Perkins-dress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2038244092786996232</id><published>2012-02-01T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:34:19.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O MUNDO DE SOFIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK9rIDPLP1U/Tx10ejnY_HI/AAAAAAAABOk/YyNogrI0dDk/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK9rIDPLP1U/Tx10ejnY_HI/AAAAAAAABOk/YyNogrI0dDk/s200/aaa.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resumo retirado da Wikipédia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sofia Amundsen (Sofie Amundsen, na versão norueguesa) é uma garota de quatorze anos que vive na Noruega em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990" title="1990"&gt;1990&lt;/a&gt;.  Ela mora com sua mãe, o seu gato Sherekan, seu peixe-dourado e uma  tartaruga. O seu pai é capitão de um navio petroleiro e fica fora a  maior parte do ano. Ele não aparece no livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida de Sofia é chacoalhada no começo do livro, quando ela recebe  duas mensagens anônimas pela caixa de correio. Uma das mensagens era com  a pergunta "Quem é você?" e a outra questionava "De onde vem o mundo?"  Ela recebe também um cartão postal endereçado à "Hilde Møller Knag a/c  Sofia Amundsen". A partir de então, ela passa a receber gradativamente  um curso de filosofia por correspondência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misturado às lições filosóficas, há um enredo normal semelhante a um romance para &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolesc%C3%AAncia" title="Adolescência"&gt;adolescentes&lt;/a&gt;,  no qual Sofia interage com sua mãe e suas amigas. Albert Knag continua a  interferir na vida de Sofia e Alberto a ajuda a lutar contra isso  ensinando a ela tudo o que ele sabe sobre filosofia. Essa, ele explica, é  a única maneira de entender o mundo em que ela vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS: Apesar de ter colocado um breve resumo do livro, prefiro guardar minhas opiniões pessoais somente para mim mesma. Tirem suas próprias conclusões, ok?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2038244092786996232?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2038244092786996232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2038244092786996232&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2038244092786996232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2038244092786996232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/li-gostei-indico-o-mundo-de-sofia.html' title='LI, GOSTEI, INDICO - O MUNDO DE SOFIA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK9rIDPLP1U/Tx10ejnY_HI/AAAAAAAABOk/YyNogrI0dDk/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6413203023811244609</id><published>2012-02-01T11:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:42:21.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>DICAS DE CULINÁRIA - CARNES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuNfdgjQjcE/TxWMb5m31HI/AAAAAAAABL0/drrv_L-Gr_E/s1600/dicas+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuNfdgjQjcE/TxWMb5m31HI/AAAAAAAABL0/drrv_L-Gr_E/s1600/dicas+2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 38.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;1 - Aba de filé - &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Peça de pouca  utilização, pois é bastante rija e cheia de nervos. Normalmente, os açougues  colocam-na à venda já moída.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2  - Capa de filé - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De textura desigual, coberta por uma espessa camada  de gordura e de carne identificada por uma grossa cartilagem que divide a peça.  É indicada para pratos com molho, de cozimento mais longo, para ensopados e  picadinhos.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 - Ponta de agulha - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É a carne que  reveste as costelas do boi. Esses músculos são constantemente exigidos no  trabalho de respiração do animal. Por isso são bastantes duros e dotados de  fibras grossas e compridas. Seu uso ideal é em ensopados, cozidos e sopas.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 - Fraldinha - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Corte pequeno, próximo  do traseiro; por ser menos requisitado em termos de trabalho muscular, sua carne  não é tão rija. As fibras são uniformes, o que facilita o corte em preparações  como bifes de panela, ensopados e cozidos.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 - Cupim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Peça característica do gado  zebu, conhecida em todo país pela sua utilização no churrasco. É rica em gordura  entre as fibras, suculenta e de sabor típico. Excelente também para assados ou  carnes de panela.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 - Rabo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Parte adequada para cozimento  lento, como ensopados ou carnes de panela. Pode ser preparada em pedaços -  separando-se as vértebras individualmente - ou numa só peça. Quando preparada  com osso, o molho se torna mais saboroso e encorpado.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 - Acém&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - É o maior pedaço dianteiro. A  carne é macia, bem marmorizada - o que possibilita cozimento longo sem  ressecamento - e presta-se a muitas variações, como ensopados, picadinhos,  cozidos, bifes de panela e carnes de panela recheadas e com molho.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 - Braço - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Também chamado de “pá”ou  “paleta”. Embora mais musculosa que o acém, tem gordura e nervos suficientes  para assegurar-lhe o sabor. Divide-se em três partes: o miolo do braço, a parte  central e o peixinho. O braço permite a preparação de grande número de pratos.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 - Peito - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Por sua espessura, largura e formato, é a melhor peça do dianteiro para fazer  carne recheada enrolada. Além disso, a gordura superficial evita o seu  ressecamento durante o tempo de cozimento. É facilmente identificável pelo seu  formato especial.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 - Pescoço - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Continuação do peito, tem  duas vantagens: o preço - é um dos cortes mais baratos do dianteiro - e as  fibras bem irrigadas de gordura. Presta-se a preparações que exijam bons molhos,  e dá ótimos resultados em ensopados, cozidos, picadinhos e carnes de panela.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt 38pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="vermelhomd1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 - Músculo - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peça de musculatura  desenvolvida, saborosa e ideal no preparo de molhos, ensopados, carnes de panela  e sopas. Ossobuco É o músculo com o osso - no interior do qual se encontra o  tutano, cortado em fatias de 3 cm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6413203023811244609?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6413203023811244609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6413203023811244609&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6413203023811244609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6413203023811244609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-de-culinaria-carnes.html' title='DICAS DE CULINÁRIA - CARNES'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuNfdgjQjcE/TxWMb5m31HI/AAAAAAAABL0/drrv_L-Gr_E/s72-c/dicas+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3259099742657198775</id><published>2012-01-31T08:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:03:57.474-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><title type='text'>LUA E FLOR - OSWALDO MONTENEGRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jiUSNL-iSbQ/TxWLL72wD0I/AAAAAAAABLs/OZfQnpCLV_Y/s1600/lua-e-flor-linda-linda-moon-lover-a183987002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jiUSNL-iSbQ/TxWLL72wD0I/AAAAAAAABLs/OZfQnpCLV_Y/s320/lua-e-flor-linda-linda-moon-lover-a183987002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amava&lt;br /&gt;Como amava algum cantor&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer clichê&lt;br /&gt;De cabaré, de lua e flor...&lt;br /&gt;E sonhava como a feia&lt;br /&gt;Na vitrine&lt;br /&gt;Como carta&lt;br /&gt;Que se assina em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amava&lt;br /&gt;Como amava um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;E amava ter no coração&lt;br /&gt;A certeza ventilada de poesia&lt;br /&gt;De que o dia, amanhece não...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amava&lt;br /&gt;Como amava um pescador&lt;br /&gt;Que se encanta mais&lt;br /&gt;Com a rede que com o mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu amava, como jamais poderia&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesse como te encontrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3259099742657198775?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3259099742657198775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3259099742657198775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3259099742657198775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3259099742657198775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/lua-e-flor-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='LUA E FLOR - OSWALDO MONTENEGRO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jiUSNL-iSbQ/TxWLL72wD0I/AAAAAAAABLs/OZfQnpCLV_Y/s72-c/lua-e-flor-linda-linda-moon-lover-a183987002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5882524642721838796</id><published>2012-01-30T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:16:25.314-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><title type='text'>JACADA DE FIM DE SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUd44GOQu_g/TyaWaKezBEI/AAAAAAAABPc/CNYtfV0Bkvw/s1600/comendo+feito+louca+no+sof%C3%A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUd44GOQu_g/TyaWaKezBEI/AAAAAAAABPc/CNYtfV0Bkvw/s320/comendo+feito+louca+no+sof%C3%A1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser (&lt;i&gt;em se tratando de minha distinta pessoa&lt;/i&gt;) jaquei nesse fim de semana. Não foi uma jacada monstra, mas também não foi dieta. Comi um bocado de coisas que não devia/precisava ter comido. Foi pura gula mesmo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nada me impede de retomar o "caminho do bem" e continuar a perder peso. Só depende de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Ainda não carreguei as fotos da máquina no PC. Quando fize-lo, faço o post de como foi o primeiro dia de aula da filhota. Tempo corrido é fogo, rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5882524642721838796?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5882524642721838796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5882524642721838796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5882524642721838796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5882524642721838796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/jacada-de-fim-de-semana.html' title='JACADA DE FIM DE SEMANA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUd44GOQu_g/TyaWaKezBEI/AAAAAAAABPc/CNYtfV0Bkvw/s72-c/comendo+feito+louca+no+sof%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7965537083416711270</id><published>2012-01-30T08:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:36:34.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Estrogonofe de Frango na Batata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4G8HtK5ijUo/TujjdZNG48I/AAAAAAAABAM/hNOGHv_wvl8/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4G8HtK5ijUo/TujjdZNG48I/AAAAAAAABAM/hNOGHv_wvl8/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 kg filé de frango em tiras &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 colheres (sopa) azeite &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 dente alho picadinhos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; pequena picadinha &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher (sopa) catchup &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 colheres (sopa) molho inglês &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 lata creme de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 lata requeijão cremoso &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 lata &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/milho/"&gt;milho&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;200g &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt; minas ralado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Cestinha: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;½ kg &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/batata/"&gt;batata&lt;/a&gt; ralada &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;sal a gosto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Frite o alho e a &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; no azeite, acrescente as tiras de frango e doure bem&lt;br /&gt;Coloque o restante dos ingredientes, misture e cozinhe por 10 minutos&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso faça as cestinhas: coloque um pouco da &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/batata/"&gt;batata&lt;/a&gt; dentro de uma peneira de aço inox, aperte com outra peneira, deixe escorrer e tempere com o sal&lt;br /&gt;Leve a peneira com a batata direto ao óleo quente e deixe até fritar&lt;br /&gt;Tire, desenforme e recheie com o estrogonofe&lt;br /&gt;Sirva com arroz branco e folhas de alface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receitinha &lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/frango-ao-pesto-com-batata-saute-13059.html"&gt;daqu&lt;/a&gt;i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7965537083416711270?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7965537083416711270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7965537083416711270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7965537083416711270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7965537083416711270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrogonofe-de-frango-na-batata.html' title='Estrogonofe de Frango na Batata'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4G8HtK5ijUo/TujjdZNG48I/AAAAAAAABAM/hNOGHv_wvl8/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-85324249650262994</id><published>2012-01-29T08:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:14:59.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralamas do Sucesso'/><title type='text'>O AMOR NÃO SABE ESPERAR - PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uTpPcxIkmA/TuseGqS7NfI/AAAAAAAABF8/KIixSKU2oIA/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uTpPcxIkmA/TuseGqS7NfI/AAAAAAAABF8/KIixSKU2oIA/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra leve o vento leste encrespa o mar&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda te espero chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vem a noite&lt;br /&gt;Cai seu manto escuro devagar&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda te espero chegar&lt;br /&gt;Não telefone, não mande carta&lt;br /&gt;Não mande alguém me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Não vá pra longe, não me desaponte&lt;br /&gt;O amor não sabe esperar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar só é a própria escravidão&lt;br /&gt;Ver você é ver na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E quando o Sol sair&lt;br /&gt;Pode te trazer pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta, enfeito a casa&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a luz entrar&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda te espero chegar&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo versos&lt;br /&gt;Rosas e incenso para perfumar&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda te espero chegar&lt;br /&gt;Não telefone, não mande carta&lt;br /&gt;Não mande alguém me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Não vá pra longe, não me desaponte&lt;br /&gt;O amor não sabe esperar&lt;br /&gt;Estar só é a própria escravidão&lt;br /&gt;E ver você é ver na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E quando o sol sair&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai brilhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Estar só é a própria escravidão&lt;br /&gt;Ver você é ver na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E quando o Sol sair&lt;br /&gt;Pode te trazer pra mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-85324249650262994?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/85324249650262994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=85324249650262994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/85324249650262994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/85324249650262994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-amor-nao-sabe-esperar-paralamas-do.html' title='O AMOR NÃO SABE ESPERAR - PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uTpPcxIkmA/TuseGqS7NfI/AAAAAAAABF8/KIixSKU2oIA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5569607109162044363</id><published>2012-01-28T08:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:14:20.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3WDdhWixmQ/TuseuRMe5sI/AAAAAAAABGE/RpZ43Eer0Vk/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3WDdhWixmQ/TuseuRMe5sI/AAAAAAAABGE/RpZ43Eer0Vk/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another red letter day,&lt;br /&gt;So the pound has dropped and the children are creating,&lt;br /&gt;The other half run away,&lt;br /&gt;Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber,&lt;br /&gt;Got a pain in the chest,&lt;br /&gt;Doctors on strike what you need is a rest.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cause friends will be friends right to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a beautiful day,&lt;br /&gt;The postman delivered a letter from your lover,&lt;br /&gt;Only a phone call away,&lt;br /&gt;You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number,&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact,&lt;br /&gt;You're getting used to life without him in your way.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy now, cause you got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cause friends will be friends right to the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy now, cause you got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cause friends will be friends right to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cause right to the end -&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5569607109162044363?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5569607109162044363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5569607109162044363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5569607109162044363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5569607109162044363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-will-be-friends-queen.html' title='FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3WDdhWixmQ/TuseuRMe5sI/AAAAAAAABGE/RpZ43Eer0Vk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4569877155205263419</id><published>2012-01-27T08:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:00:11.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>50 TIPOS DE CORNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Mais um &lt;i&gt;e-mail &lt;/i&gt;desses que a gente fica pensando: "&lt;u&gt;Que diabos deu na cabeça da &lt;i&gt;pissoua&lt;/i&gt; pra me repassar isso?" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só rindo mesmo, rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96iOie4D88A/TxWJ_TCbBuI/AAAAAAAABLk/YcAaqF3EW-w/s1600/corno+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96iOie4D88A/TxWJ_TCbBuI/AAAAAAAABLk/YcAaqF3EW-w/s320/corno+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Abelha: O que vai para rua fazer cera e volta cheio de mé.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. Ateu: Aquele que leva chifre e não acredita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Atleta : É aquele que quando leva chifre sai correndo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. Atrevido: Aquele que se mete na conversa da mulher com o Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Azulejo: Baixinho, quadrado e liso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Banana: A mulher vai embora e deixa uma penca de filhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Brahma: O que pensa que é o número 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bravo: Aquele que quando chamado de corno quer brigar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Brincalhão: Aquele que leva chifre o ano inteiro e no carnaval sai&lt;br /&gt;fantasiado de Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bateria: O que vive dizendo,"Vou tomar uma solução".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Burro - é aquele que segue a mulher o tempo todo e quando&lt;br /&gt;flagra a mulher saindo do motel com o Ricardão, exclama: "Eu não&lt;br /&gt;entendo!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Camarada: Aquele que ainda empresta dinheiro para o Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Caninha: Aquele que só chega em casa bêbado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cebola: Quando vê a mulher com outro só chora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cheguei: Aquele que quando chega em casa grita bem alto: "Querida,&lt;br /&gt;cheguei!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Churrasco: Aquele que mete a mão no fogo pela mulher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cigano: Aquele que toda vez que leva chifre, muda de bairro e diz&lt;br /&gt;para os vizinhos que veio de São Paulo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Crente: Aquele que sempre crê que sua mulher é honesta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cururu: Quando vê a mulher com outro fica todo inchado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Denorex: Aquele que não parece, mas é.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Descarado: Aquele que leva chifre e ainda sai desfilando com a&lt;br /&gt;mulher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Desconfiado: Aquele que quando chega em casa procura o Ricardão até atrás dos quadros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Detetive: Aquele que segue a mulher dos cornos e esquece da dele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Educado: Aquele que aprendeu com o pai e nunca deixa de&lt;br /&gt;cumprimentar o Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Elétrico: Quando os outros falam que ele é corno ele diz: "Tô ligado".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Familiar: Aquele que leva chifre de parente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Famoso: Aquele que por onde passa é reconhecido como tal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Fofoqueiro: Aquele que leva chifre e sai contando para todo mundo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Fraterno: O que empresta a mulher para o irmão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Frio: O que leva chifre e não esquenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Galo: O que tem chifres até nos pés.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Granja: O que dá casa e os outros comem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Inflação: A cada dia que passa o chifre aumenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Iô-Iô: O que vai e volta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Manso: Aquele que evita qualquer confusão com o Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Masoquista: Aquele que leva chifre e não larga a mulher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Matemático: O que vê a mulher fazendo 69 com outro e vai para o&lt;br /&gt;bar tomar uma 51.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Medroso: O que fica escondido esperando o ricardão ir embora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Morcego: O que só aparece à noite para chupar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Papai Noel: Aquele que leva chifres, vai embora e volta por causa&lt;br /&gt;das crianças.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Político: O que só faz promessa,"Eu vou matar esse cara".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Porco: Aquele que só come o resto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Preguiça: O que só chega atrasado,"Eu ainda te pego".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Recado: Aquele que ainda leva bilhete da mulher para o Ricardão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Teimoso: O que leva chifre da mulher e da amante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Terremoto: Quando vê a mulher com outro fica tremendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Vingativo: Aquele que descobre que é corno e vai para a rua dar para qualquer um.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Xuxa: O que não larga a mulher por causa dos baixinhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Risadinha: O que leu tudo e está rindo de todos outros cornos acima.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4569877155205263419?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4569877155205263419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4569877155205263419&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4569877155205263419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4569877155205263419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/50-tipos-de-corno.html' title='50 TIPOS DE CORNO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96iOie4D88A/TxWJ_TCbBuI/AAAAAAAABLk/YcAaqF3EW-w/s72-c/corno+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7503263031742298574</id><published>2012-01-26T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:58:54.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atualidades'/><title type='text'>PIOR QUE É VERDADE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PvqfKorCggo/Tush6iG8FwI/AAAAAAAABGk/J_wWTg0Sfog/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PvqfKorCggo/Tush6iG8FwI/AAAAAAAABGk/J_wWTg0Sfog/s400/01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7503263031742298574?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7503263031742298574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7503263031742298574&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7503263031742298574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7503263031742298574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/pior-que-e-verdade.html' title='PIOR QUE É VERDADE!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PvqfKorCggo/Tush6iG8FwI/AAAAAAAABGk/J_wWTg0Sfog/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6845063495413753325</id><published>2012-01-26T09:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:13:37.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>Boas Vindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeU_yUkCS9g/TyE7NL9Hl6I/AAAAAAAABPU/C-W0mOu8gJE/s1600/colibri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeU_yUkCS9g/TyE7NL9Hl6I/AAAAAAAABPU/C-W0mOu8gJE/s320/colibri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem vindos ao Blog: Manoel - Blog do Óbvio, Samifobia, Brenda Lima, Isolda Andrade, Mirelle, Daniel Sávio (&lt;i&gt;velho amigo, bom te ver, viu?&lt;/i&gt;), Vera Lúcia, Maria José Rezende e Renata Marques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que todos vocês se sintam bem acolhidos aqui no meu cantinho. É um prazer recebê-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;245 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6845063495413753325?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6845063495413753325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6845063495413753325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6845063495413753325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6845063495413753325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/boas-vindas_26.html' title='Boas Vindas!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeU_yUkCS9g/TyE7NL9Hl6I/AAAAAAAABPU/C-W0mOu8gJE/s72-c/colibri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1053559605752414563</id><published>2012-01-25T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:07:54.790-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>A VERDADE E O ERRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YgtScWS_D8/TxBUh08mpjI/AAAAAAAABLM/mq8B6CT6mBI/s1600/thumb_configuravel.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YgtScWS_D8/TxBUh08mpjI/AAAAAAAABLM/mq8B6CT6mBI/s200/thumb_configuravel.php.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A verdade contradiz a nossa natureza; o erro não. A razão disso é  simples: a verdade impõe-nos o dever de reconhecer a nossa limitação, ao  passo que o erro nos lisonjeia dando-nos a entender que, de uma forma  ou de outra, não estamos sujeitos a limites.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer pessoa gosta do falso, do absurdo, pois ele opera pela  insinuação. Mas não do verdadeiro, do que é sólido, já que este opera  pela exclusão.&lt;br /&gt;Para os fracos é quase sempre mais cômodo o falso, o erro.&lt;br /&gt;O que é verdadeiro estimula. Nada se pode desenvolver com base no erro, porque o erro limita-se a envolver-nos no erro.&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais fácil verificar o erro do que encontrar a verdade. O erro  está à superfície, e com isso podemos nós bem. A verdade repousa nas  profundidades, e não é qualquer um que se pode lançar à investigação  nessas regiões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(recebido por e-mail: autoria ignorada) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1053559605752414563?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1053559605752414563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1053559605752414563&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1053559605752414563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1053559605752414563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/verdade-e-o-erro.html' title='A VERDADE E O ERRO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YgtScWS_D8/TxBUh08mpjI/AAAAAAAABLM/mq8B6CT6mBI/s72-c/thumb_configuravel.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8786908520391245337</id><published>2012-01-24T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:13:31.544-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>COMEÇARAM AS AULAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajN6-sIG0B0/Tx6WSsvokcI/AAAAAAAABPM/8B2yK63beLE/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajN6-sIG0B0/Tx6WSsvokcI/AAAAAAAABPM/8B2yK63beLE/s320/001.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro dia de aula da minha filhota. Não consigo deixar de ficar orgulhosa ao vê-la no uniforme da escola, com a merendeira no ombro e a mochilinha ao lado. Parece até gente, rs. Muito fofa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vocês já viram alguma mãe que não se derretesse pelo filhote? rs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela acordou super excitada pra ir à aula, nem precisei chamá-la (&lt;i&gt;e olha que não eram nem seis e quinze da manhã, rs&lt;/i&gt;) quase ela acorda antes de eu terminar de preparar o almoço (&lt;i&gt;apronto tudo bem cedo, antes de ir pro trabalho porque a babá não sabe cozinhar e não tenho secretária&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ela se adapte à nova escola. Hoje ela sai mais cedo, por ser o primeiro dia de aula, mas amanhã já começa a sair no horário normal.&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso esperar pra chegar em casa e saber como foram as coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8786908520391245337?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8786908520391245337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8786908520391245337&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8786908520391245337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8786908520391245337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/comecaram-as-aulas.html' title='COMEÇARAM AS AULAS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajN6-sIG0B0/Tx6WSsvokcI/AAAAAAAABPM/8B2yK63beLE/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4723156614500237018</id><published>2012-01-23T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:10:59.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>UM DIA EU AINDA FAÇO ISSO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2at7K4TBNFQ/TusjQXDgrCI/AAAAAAAABG0/bisK2Z68f_M/s1600/fazer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2at7K4TBNFQ/TusjQXDgrCI/AAAAAAAABG0/bisK2Z68f_M/s320/fazer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4723156614500237018?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4723156614500237018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4723156614500237018&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4723156614500237018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4723156614500237018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-eu-ainda-faco-isso.html' title='UM DIA EU AINDA FAÇO ISSO!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2at7K4TBNFQ/TusjQXDgrCI/AAAAAAAABG0/bisK2Z68f_M/s72-c/fazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4473617893271037586</id><published>2012-01-21T08:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:11:00.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roupa Nova'/><title type='text'>AMO EM SILÊNCIO - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07TbLuR5mFE/TusaYlKP0-I/AAAAAAAABE0/y3RCs-05ngA/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+com+flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07TbLuR5mFE/TusaYlKP0-I/AAAAAAAABE0/y3RCs-05ngA/s200/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+com+flor.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo no peito&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor por você&lt;br /&gt;É a canção&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero cantar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;É um poema deixado no ar&lt;br /&gt;São palavras&lt;br /&gt;Querendo viver...&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Amo!&lt;br /&gt;Guardo essa paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Sou como a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Que o dia não vê&lt;br /&gt;Que espera&lt;br /&gt;A noite chegar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;É só eu e você&lt;br /&gt;E é nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Amo!&lt;br /&gt;Guardo essa paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não quer mais&lt;br /&gt;Se guardar&lt;br /&gt;Bate forte&lt;br /&gt;E quer ter você&lt;br /&gt;Êh! Êh!&lt;br /&gt;Sou como o sol&lt;br /&gt;Que precisa nascer&lt;br /&gt;E nas sombras&lt;br /&gt;Não pode brilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Amo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Amo!&lt;br /&gt;Guardo essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Guardo essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4473617893271037586?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4473617893271037586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4473617893271037586&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4473617893271037586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4473617893271037586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/amo-em-silencio-roupa-nova.html' title='AMO EM SILÊNCIO - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07TbLuR5mFE/TusaYlKP0-I/AAAAAAAABE0/y3RCs-05ngA/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+com+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6881773172287154047</id><published>2012-01-20T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:39:20.572-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>VONTADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se vocês tivessem idéia da vontade que eu estou de tomar uma bela tigela de açaí com tapioca, acompanhada de um camarãozinho no ponto, huuummmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvuVDRw9_4w/Txlthtryc5I/AAAAAAAABNk/iAJeCkDWc8c/s1600/a%25C3%25A7a%25C3%25AD+e+tapioca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvuVDRw9_4w/Txlthtryc5I/AAAAAAAABNk/iAJeCkDWc8c/s200/a%25C3%25A7a%25C3%25AD+e+tapioca.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2dg7wpj7G0/TxltihBrvmI/AAAAAAAABNs/kw0jb4Szc5A/s1600/Camar%25C3%25A3o-ao-alho-e-olho-do-Kiosque-Carioca-Rio-de-Janeiro-Desktop-Resolution-500x374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2dg7wpj7G0/TxltihBrvmI/AAAAAAAABNs/kw0jb4Szc5A/s200/Camar%25C3%25A3o-ao-alho-e-olho-do-Kiosque-Carioca-Rio-de-Janeiro-Desktop-Resolution-500x374.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de ter essas vontades ainda tenho a cara de pau de vir aqui dizer pra vocês que quero emagrecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Francamante, Kinha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas juro que vou fazer de tudo pra resistir. O fato de eu estar no trabalho ajuda muito, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até porque açaí dá um soninho na gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6881773172287154047?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6881773172287154047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6881773172287154047&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6881773172287154047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6881773172287154047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/vontade.html' title='VONTADE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvuVDRw9_4w/Txlthtryc5I/AAAAAAAABNk/iAJeCkDWc8c/s72-c/a%25C3%25A7a%25C3%25AD+e+tapioca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8043442003207436679</id><published>2012-01-20T08:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:33:02.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Enrolado Rápido de Frango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLB8gVgqd5Y/Tujekj75M8I/AAAAAAAABAE/4j9VrzYcoe0/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLB8gVgqd5Y/Tujekj75M8I/AAAAAAAABAE/4j9VrzYcoe0/s1600/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 quilo de filé de peito de frango &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;100 g de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt;-de-minas cortado em fatias &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 potinho de caldo de galinha &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/tomate/"&gt;tomate&lt;/a&gt;s grandes cortados em rodelas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; média cortada em rodelas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/pimento/"&gt;pimentão&lt;/a&gt; vermelho pequeno cortado em rodelas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher (sopa) de extrato de tomate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Para amarrar: Barbante&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="instructions"&gt;Preaqueça o forno em temperatura média (180ºC).&lt;br /&gt;Distribua uma fatia de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt; sobre cada filé de frango, enrole e amarre.&lt;br /&gt;Arrume os filés em um refratário médio (31 x 19 cm). Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Em uma panela, junte o potinho de caldo de galinha, os &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/tomate/"&gt;tomate&lt;/a&gt;s, a &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/pimento/"&gt;pimentão&lt;/a&gt;. Leve ao fogo médio e refogue por 3 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Junte o extrato e refogue por mais 2 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Cubra os enrolados com o refogado e leve ao forno por 40 minutos. Sirva quente.&lt;/div&gt;Rendimento: &lt;span class="yield"&gt;4 porções&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Tempo: &lt;span class="totalTime"&gt;60 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="totalTime"&gt;Receitinha &lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/enrolado-rpido-de-frango-27418.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8043442003207436679?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8043442003207436679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8043442003207436679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8043442003207436679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8043442003207436679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/enrolado-rapido-de-frango.html' title='Enrolado Rápido de Frango'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLB8gVgqd5Y/Tujekj75M8I/AAAAAAAABAE/4j9VrzYcoe0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7098802110666804715</id><published>2012-01-19T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:06:01.176-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoração'/><title type='text'>CONTROLES REMOTOS</title><content type='html'>Quem de vocês assim como eu, volta e meia se irrita com a montanha de controles remotos que temos espalhados pela casa?&lt;br /&gt;Garimpei na net algumas idéias legais para mantê-los organizador, e o melhor, em apénas um lugar, rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpc2KokoFKc/TxBTVeudJUI/AAAAAAAABKc/dJPdzZyCYKQ/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpc2KokoFKc/TxBTVeudJUI/AAAAAAAABKc/dJPdzZyCYKQ/s320/porta+controle+remoto+1.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHW7NGbQkTs/TxBTV5MYoII/AAAAAAAABKk/cj8V3TI05dg/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHW7NGbQkTs/TxBTV5MYoII/AAAAAAAABKk/cj8V3TI05dg/s320/porta+controle+remoto+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymZgcgBtwVs/TxBTWjdurhI/AAAAAAAABKs/BnWwxCYBGAo/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymZgcgBtwVs/TxBTWjdurhI/AAAAAAAABKs/BnWwxCYBGAo/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKmmfivNMhs/TxBTXYOZsMI/AAAAAAAABK0/1gK0wRhgBiE/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKmmfivNMhs/TxBTXYOZsMI/AAAAAAAABK0/1gK0wRhgBiE/s320/porta+controle+remoto+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpMhmeg944/TxBTYBcH6lI/AAAAAAAABK8/cVdm0m4ijWg/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpMhmeg944/TxBTYBcH6lI/AAAAAAAABK8/cVdm0m4ijWg/s1600/porta+controle+remoto+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;E aí? Qual foi seu preferido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7098802110666804715?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7098802110666804715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7098802110666804715&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7098802110666804715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7098802110666804715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/controles-remotos.html' title='CONTROLES REMOTOS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpc2KokoFKc/TxBTVeudJUI/AAAAAAAABKc/dJPdzZyCYKQ/s72-c/porta+controle+remoto+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5093392349435186709</id><published>2012-01-19T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:56:45.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>Boas Vindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik2D9Af5Gnk/TxhKvx_jqsI/AAAAAAAABNc/eIU5sDHKMRk/s1600/Lirio%252BAmarelo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik2D9Af5Gnk/TxhKvx_jqsI/AAAAAAAABNc/eIU5sDHKMRk/s200/Lirio%252BAmarelo.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindos ao blog: Elly, Yuri Dayananda, Blog Apenas Palavras, Danilo sérgio Pallar Lemos, Marrieti Ferretti, Koringa Loko, BEMA - Tour Turismo, Jesus te Ama, Cultura Livre na WEB, Integração Histórica, Talita Oliveira, Cristine, Maria Oliveira, Jose Ramon Santana Vasquez, Gi, Educarbem, I'm Danny, Kate Lins, Blog do Marcos Carvalho, Menina GG, Karolina Coimbra, Eco-Eletro, Petescadas, Gregogrilll e Isabelissimah.&lt;br /&gt;É um grande prazer recebê-los em meu cantinho. Sintam-se em casa!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;235&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5093392349435186709?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5093392349435186709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5093392349435186709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5093392349435186709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5093392349435186709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/boas-vindas.html' title='Boas Vindas!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik2D9Af5Gnk/TxhKvx_jqsI/AAAAAAAABNc/eIU5sDHKMRk/s72-c/Lirio%252BAmarelo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4600263513658481255</id><published>2012-01-19T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:42:25.444-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>RETROSPECTIVA  - REPENSANDO OS CAMINHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem me conhece do blog antigo, sabe que essa minha batalha contra o peso não é de hoje. Depois de ter minha filha, cheguei a atingir a marca de &lt;b&gt;122 quilos&lt;/b&gt; e foi uma luta imensa pra emagrecer. Só Deus sabe como foi que consegui chegar à marca dos &lt;b&gt;60 quilos&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;sim, eu já consegui emagrecer antes, acreditem se quiserem&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu estava conseguindo manter o peso até começar essa semvergonhice de me deixar levar pela asiedade causada por separação e outros probleminhas de cunho prático como falta de grana, excesso de trabalho e por aí vai. Só que mesmo com o casamento mal das pernas, stress e outras cositas mais, eu tinha conseguido perder peso. Por que não consigo agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não faço idéia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico pensando no que me motivou de tal forma naquela época e acho que foi uma certa junção de fatores. Está difícil engrenar novamente e parece muito custoso conseguir atingir algum resultado. Volta e meia, me retorna á mente alguma idéia ou truque que eu usava mas quando tento colocar em prática, não parece mais funcionar da mesma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tendo de reaprender a comer outra vez: Repensar minha relação com a comida, que pra mim é mais que uma questão de sobrevivência, mas de &lt;u&gt;consolo&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto só? Eu como.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto, triste, chateada, impotente, frustrada, feliz, p#&amp;amp;* da vida, ou em paz: Eu como.&lt;br /&gt;É exatamente essa mentalidade que eu tenho de mudar: COMER PARA VIVER E NÃO VIVER PARA COMER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas imagens minhas me inspiram a voltar ao que era antes. Aqui vão elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se eu achar alguma foto do tempo que eu tinha mais de cem quilos, vou postar no blog também, ok? Mas acho que rasguei todas dessa época.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExUMkLNCIDU/Txa5l71HDkI/AAAAAAAABNE/e6ykkUlX3MQ/s1600/eu+casa+our%25C3%25A9m+jul+2011+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExUMkLNCIDU/Txa5l71HDkI/AAAAAAAABNE/e6ykkUlX3MQ/s320/eu+casa+our%25C3%25A9m+jul+2011+12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;69 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt_i5Sr9Apg/Txa54vqSnVI/AAAAAAAABNM/LaCxLefh14k/s1600/eu+ago+2011+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt_i5Sr9Apg/Txa54vqSnVI/AAAAAAAABNM/LaCxLefh14k/s320/eu+ago+2011+%25282%2529.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;67 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4CYx5k_2vs/Txa59KjkrLI/AAAAAAAABNU/j_S5tyRpGmA/s1600/069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4CYx5k_2vs/Txa59KjkrLI/AAAAAAAABNU/j_S5tyRpGmA/s320/069.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;80 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkpOBIdQuw4/Txa4GiU5FoI/AAAAAAAABME/6lHXjgMgjjo/s1600/eu+ago+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkpOBIdQuw4/Txa4GiU5FoI/AAAAAAAABME/6lHXjgMgjjo/s320/eu+ago+2010.jpg" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;60 quilos: Minha foto preferida!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba31ZfeJdmw/Txa4YcPB3TI/AAAAAAAABMU/jDtujO1gePU/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba31ZfeJdmw/Txa4YcPB3TI/AAAAAAAABMU/jDtujO1gePU/s320/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+15.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;62 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9mEnSFyeL8/Txa4eEL7LZI/AAAAAAAABMc/fqMrHKltjKo/s1600/eu+corpo+mai+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9mEnSFyeL8/Txa4eEL7LZI/AAAAAAAABMc/fqMrHKltjKo/s320/eu+corpo+mai+2011.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;65 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljPPF55gKkM/Txa4s7VRl6I/AAAAAAAABMk/NuIxA4Lo5UI/s1600/eu+corpo+fev+2011+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljPPF55gKkM/Txa4s7VRl6I/AAAAAAAABMk/NuIxA4Lo5UI/s320/eu+corpo+fev+2011+2.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;67 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9HJ-kyVL7s/Txa49KukMrI/AAAAAAAABMs/90aO6s25C6I/s1600/eu+set+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9HJ-kyVL7s/Txa49KukMrI/AAAAAAAABMs/90aO6s25C6I/s320/eu+set+2011.jpg" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;73 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DckEI8kWNwQ/Txa5EUozE0I/AAAAAAAABM0/3Dliizm8tE8/s1600/eu+set+2011+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DckEI8kWNwQ/Txa5EUozE0I/AAAAAAAABM0/3Dliizm8tE8/s200/eu+set+2011+%25285%2529.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cara de bolacha: 75 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONHCMg11ZVA/Txa5Wt1-h1I/AAAAAAAABM8/cSrzShOkP6M/s1600/eu+dezembro+2011+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONHCMg11ZVA/Txa5Wt1-h1I/AAAAAAAABM8/cSrzShOkP6M/s320/eu+dezembro+2011+%25283%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;81,5 quilos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essas fotos mostram várias fases minhas e é pros 60 que eu quero voltar. Acho que foi a minha melhor forma: barriguinha chapada, bumbum durinho e tudo o mais.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho um longo caminho a percorrer e sei que não vou conseguir isso da noite para o dia. Da última vez, levei quase três anos pra perder os sessenta e poucos quilos, e menos de um ano pra engordar mais de vinte.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que se eu me desesperar, aí é que eu vou comer mesmo, então, preciso ser muito calma e tranquila pra ter novamente uma percda de peso gradual, saudável e o mais importante: DEFINITIVA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gosto de me olhar no espelho e ver que minhas roupas não me cabem mais. Quero voltar a me sentir bonita como eu me sentia (&lt;i&gt;e eu não me acho feia, não: sou uma gordinha muito charmosa - e convencida - hehe&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse peso está acabando com meu joelho, eu me sinto cansada e não consigo subir dois lances de escada sem bufar. As coxas ficam suadas e com assaduras e eu vivo numa fadiga constante. Não quero mais isso pra mim. Quero voltar a ser disposta e leve. Ágil e versátil como eu era. &lt;b&gt;Quero usar o que gosto e não o que me cabe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EU VOU VOLTAR A SER MAGRA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4600263513658481255?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4600263513658481255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4600263513658481255&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4600263513658481255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4600263513658481255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/retrospectiva-repensando-os-caminhos.html' title='RETROSPECTIVA  - REPENSANDO OS CAMINHOS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExUMkLNCIDU/Txa5l71HDkI/AAAAAAAABNE/e6ykkUlX3MQ/s72-c/eu+casa+our%25C3%25A9m+jul+2011+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-752277606243499554</id><published>2012-01-18T08:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:10:53.887-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look'/><title type='text'>DICA DE ROUPAS PARA GORDINHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHs1ZZ6lmys/TxBSr7OpekI/AAAAAAAABKU/xsBbw-bemfA/s1600/moda-gordinhas-f5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHs1ZZ6lmys/TxBSr7OpekI/AAAAAAAABKU/xsBbw-bemfA/s400/moda-gordinhas-f5.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-752277606243499554?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/752277606243499554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=752277606243499554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/752277606243499554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/752277606243499554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/dica-de-roupas-para-gordinhas.html' title='DICA DE ROUPAS PARA GORDINHAS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHs1ZZ6lmys/TxBSr7OpekI/AAAAAAAABKU/xsBbw-bemfA/s72-c/moda-gordinhas-f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1412310820812440046</id><published>2012-01-17T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:12:01.498-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>ADVOGADO TERMINANDO NAMORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prezada&amp;nbsp;Srta.&amp;nbsp;Danyela&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;Fátima&amp;nbsp;da&amp;nbsp;Silva&amp;nbsp;Couto&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;Souza&amp;nbsp;Avelar,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face&amp;nbsp;aos&amp;nbsp;acontecimentos&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;nosso&amp;nbsp;relacionamento,&amp;nbsp;venho&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;meio&amp;nbsp;desta,&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;qualidade&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;homem&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;sou,apesar&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;V.Sa.&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;deixar&amp;nbsp;demonstrar, uma&amp;nbsp;vez&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;foi&amp;nbsp;permitido&amp;nbsp;devassar&amp;nbsp;vossa&amp;nbsp;lascívia,&lt;br /&gt;retratar-me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;formalmente&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;todos&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;termos&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;então&amp;nbsp;empregados&amp;nbsp;à&amp;nbsp;sua&amp;nbsp;pessoa, o&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;faço&amp;nbsp;com supedâneo&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;segue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A)&amp;nbsp;DA&amp;nbsp;INICIAL&amp;nbsp;MÁ-FÉ&amp;nbsp;DE&amp;nbsp;VOSSA&amp;nbsp;SENHORIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;nos&amp;nbsp;conhecemos&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;balada&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;nem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;precisei&amp;nbsp;perguntar&amp;nbsp;seu&amp;nbsp;nome&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;direito,&amp;nbsp;para logo&amp;nbsp;chegar&amp;nbsp;te&amp;nbsp;beijando;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.2.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;seu&amp;nbsp;olhar&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;tarada&amp;nbsp;enquanto&amp;nbsp;dançava&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;pista&amp;nbsp;esperando&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;aproximar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;beijos&amp;nbsp;nervosos&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;trocamos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;naquela noite,&amp;nbsp;V.Sa  induziu-me a crer  que&amp;nbsp;logo&amp;nbsp;estaríamos&amp;nbsp;explorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nossos&amp;nbsp;corpos,&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;incessante&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;incansável&amp;nbsp;atividade&amp;nbsp;sexual,&amp;nbsp;passei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;então a&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;encontrar&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;Vossa&amp;nbsp;Senhoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;B)&amp;nbsp;DOS&amp;nbsp;PREJUÍZOS&amp;nbsp;EXPERIMENTADOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;fomos&amp;nbsp;ao&amp;nbsp;cinema&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;fui&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;quem&amp;nbsp;paguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;entradas, sem&amp;nbsp;falar&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;jantar&amp;nbsp;após&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;2.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;levei&amp;nbsp;Vossa&amp;nbsp;Senhoria&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;boates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;das&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;badaladas e&amp;nbsp;caras,&amp;nbsp;sendo&amp;nbsp;certo&amp;nbsp;que fui&amp;nbsp;eu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;igual&amp;nbsp;sorte,&amp;nbsp;quem&amp;nbsp;bancou&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;gastos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;3.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;à&amp;nbsp;praia&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;fomos&amp;nbsp;juntos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;Vossa&amp;nbsp;Senhoria gastasse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp;centavo&amp;nbsp;sequer,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; eis&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;todos&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;gastos&amp;nbsp;eram&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;mim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;experimentados,&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vossa&amp;nbsp;Senhoria&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;quis&amp;nbsp;nem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; colocar biquíni,&amp;nbsp;alegando&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;estava&amp;nbsp;ventando&amp;nbsp;muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;C)&amp;nbsp;DAS&amp;nbsp;RAZÕES&amp;nbsp;DE&amp;nbsp;SER&amp;nbsp;DO&amp;nbsp;PRESENTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;3.1.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;AINDA&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;presente&amp;nbsp;data,&amp;nbsp;após&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;longínquo&amp;nbsp;prazo&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;duas semanas,&amp;nbsp;Vossa Senhoria&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;deixou&amp;nbsp;tocar,&amp;nbsp;sequer&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;sua&amp;nbsp;panturrilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.2.&amp;nbsp;CONSIDERANDO&amp;nbsp;QUE&amp;nbsp;Vossa&amp;nbsp;Senhoria&amp;nbsp;ainda&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;deixa&amp;nbsp;encostar a&amp;nbsp;mão&amp;nbsp;nem&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;sua cintura&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;alegaçãozinha barata&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;sente&amp;nbsp;cócegas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D)&amp;nbsp;DECIDO&amp;nbsp;SOBRE&amp;nbsp;NOSSO&amp;nbsp;RELACIONAMENTO&amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp;SEGUINTE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1.&amp;nbsp;Vá&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;mulher&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;vida&amp;nbsp;airada&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;sua&amp;nbsp;progenitora,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;pois&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sou&amp;nbsp;mais um&amp;nbsp;ser&amp;nbsp;humanodo&amp;nbsp;sexo&amp;nbsp;masculino&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;usa&amp;nbsp;calças&amp;nbsp;curtas&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;atividade&amp;nbsp;sexual&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;mim,&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;lazer, mas&amp;nbsp;sim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;uma&amp;nbsp;necessidade&amp;nbsp;premente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4.2.&amp;nbsp;Não&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;venha&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;"colóquios&amp;nbsp;flácidos&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;acalentar&amp;nbsp;bovinos"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;pensava que&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;era&amp;nbsp;diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4.3.&amp;nbsp;Saiba&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;vou&amp;nbsp;te&amp;nbsp;processar&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;iludir&amp;nbsp;aparentando&amp;nbsp;ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;mulher&amp;nbsp;dos&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp;sonhos,&amp;nbsp;e,&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;verdade,só&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;fez&amp;nbsp;perder&amp;nbsp;tempo,&amp;nbsp;dinheiro&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;jogar&amp;nbsp;elogios&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;fora,&amp;nbsp;além&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;abalar&amp;nbsp;emocionalmente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente,&amp;nbsp;sem&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;momento,&amp;nbsp;fique&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;meu&amp;nbsp;cordial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"vá&amp;nbsp;tomar&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;meio&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;olho&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp;orifício rugoso&amp;nbsp;localizado&amp;nbsp;na&amp;nbsp;região&amp;nbsp;infero-lombar&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;sua&amp;nbsp;anatomia" que&amp;nbsp;esse&amp;nbsp;relacionamento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;já&amp;nbsp;inflou&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;volume&amp;nbsp;da minha&amp;nbsp;bolsa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;escrotal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou&amp;nbsp;assim&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;encerrado&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;nosso&amp;nbsp;relacionamento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;nada&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;subsistindo&amp;nbsp;entre nós,&amp;nbsp;salvo&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;dever&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;de  indenização&amp;nbsp;pelos&amp;nbsp;prejuízos&amp;nbsp;causados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.&amp;nbsp;M&amp;nbsp;R&amp;nbsp;S&amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;"Advogado"&lt;br /&gt;OAB/MG&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1412310820812440046?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1412310820812440046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1412310820812440046&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1412310820812440046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1412310820812440046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/advogado-terminando-namoro.html' title='ADVOGADO TERMINANDO NAMORO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4230786992644840813</id><published>2012-01-16T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:38:38.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>Feriado Automático e Volta à RA (mais uma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X2i0l9Atmg/TxQnC_rbthI/AAAAAAAABLU/0lPszn2ZLL8/s1600/dormir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X2i0l9Atmg/TxQnC_rbthI/AAAAAAAABLU/0lPszn2ZLL8/s200/dormir.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque cargas d'água, os dias que amanhecem chuvosos com aquele friozinho (&lt;i&gt;que não nos dão a mínima vontade de sair de debaixo dos lençóis&lt;/i&gt;) gostoso não são &lt;b&gt;AUTOMATICAMENTE CONVERTIDOS EM FERIADOS&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém sabe me explicar??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Humpf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ontem eu me pesei (&lt;i&gt;finalmente tive coragem&lt;/i&gt;) e me deparei com um horroroso &lt;b&gt;83,0 Kg&lt;/b&gt; na balança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sabia se ficava com raiva ou se chorava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6V2t7oM7d9M/TxQseMyC_vI/AAAAAAAABLc/u8-Vtrdreus/s1600/towel_rack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6V2t7oM7d9M/TxQseMyC_vI/AAAAAAAABLc/u8-Vtrdreus/s320/towel_rack.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas essa noite tive um sonho pra lá de delicioso (&lt;i&gt;não vou contar senão não se realiza, rs&lt;/i&gt;) que me incentivou muuuuuuito a criar vergonha nessa minha cara e começar a emagrecer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(de novo, Kinha???&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos ver se dessa vez eu consigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PS: As receitas postadas daqui por diante serão consumidas apenas pelo resto do pessoal de casa. Vou me limitar a consumir apenas o que está na dieta postada lá embaixo, no finzinho do blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4230786992644840813?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4230786992644840813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4230786992644840813&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4230786992644840813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4230786992644840813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/feriado-automatico-e-volta-ra-mais-uma.html' title='Feriado Automático e Volta à RA (mais uma)'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X2i0l9Atmg/TxQnC_rbthI/AAAAAAAABLU/0lPszn2ZLL8/s72-c/dormir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2499258915932274841</id><published>2012-01-16T08:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:32:53.078-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macarrão'/><title type='text'>Macarrão Parafuso ao Forno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj6M48E8L3o/TujZDp9dXUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KyO26bsRR8k/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj6M48E8L3o/TujZDp9dXUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KyO26bsRR8k/s1600/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Pacote de Macarrão tipo Parafuso &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;500g de carne moída &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Lata de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/milho/"&gt;milho&lt;/a&gt; verde &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Lata de ervilha &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; picada &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;5 Gomos de alho picados &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 xícaras de molho pronto de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/tomate/"&gt;tomate&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;8 colheres (sopa) de óleo de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/soja/"&gt;soja&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 caixa de creme de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;150g &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt; mussarela &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Sal e pimenta a gosto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Cozinhe o macarrão parafuso e reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueça o óleo e coloque para refogar a &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; com o alho&lt;br /&gt;Acrescente a carne moída e tempere com sal e pimenta&lt;br /&gt;Refogue bem a carne para que fique bem soltinha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a carne estiver bem cozida acrescente o molho pronto de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/tomate/"&gt;tomate&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/milho/"&gt;milho&lt;/a&gt; verde e a ervilha e misture bem.&lt;br /&gt;Misture a parafuso cozido com o molho&lt;br /&gt;Cubra com o creme de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/leite/"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt; e com o &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/queijo/"&gt;queijo&lt;/a&gt; mussarela e leve ao forno para derreter o queijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2499258915932274841?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2499258915932274841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2499258915932274841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2499258915932274841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2499258915932274841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/macarrao-parafuso-ao-forno.html' title='Macarrão Parafuso ao Forno'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj6M48E8L3o/TujZDp9dXUI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KyO26bsRR8k/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3442188969377658630</id><published>2012-01-15T08:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:11:00.192-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE - ROXETTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwkqXBSAj2M/TusZ_f4a67I/AAAAAAAABEs/XDigMK1xYbY/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o+desenho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwkqXBSAj2M/TusZ_f4a67I/AAAAAAAABEs/XDigMK1xYbY/s200/abra%25C3%25A7o+desenho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now...&lt;br /&gt;Lay a whisper on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Leave the winter on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I wake up lonely, there's air of silence&lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom and all around&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And dream away&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It must have been good but I lost it somehow&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched til the time had run out&lt;br /&gt;Make-believing we're together&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sheltered by your heart&lt;br /&gt;But in and outside I've turned to water&lt;br /&gt;Like a teardrop in your palm&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard winter's day&lt;br /&gt;I dream away&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It's where the water flows&lt;br /&gt;It's where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It must have been good but I lost it somehow&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched til the time had run out&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It's where the water flows&lt;br /&gt;It's where the wind blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3442188969377658630?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3442188969377658630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3442188969377658630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3442188969377658630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3442188969377658630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-must-have-been-love-roxette.html' title='IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE - ROXETTE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwkqXBSAj2M/TusZ_f4a67I/AAAAAAAABEs/XDigMK1xYbY/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o+desenho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2346315789916612568</id><published>2012-01-14T12:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:13:00.438-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>PRA VIVER MELHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcxiZt3XRrc/TxBLgonzHbI/AAAAAAAABKM/YuuodU42MeQ/s1600/AAAAAAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcxiZt3XRrc/TxBLgonzHbI/AAAAAAAABKM/YuuodU42MeQ/s200/AAAAAAA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gosto de você não por quem você é, mas por quem sou quando estou contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ninguém merece tuas lágrimas, e quem as merece não te fará chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Só porque alguém não te ama como você quer, não significa que este alguém não te ame com todo o seu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Um verdadeiro amigo é quem te pega pela mão e te toca o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A pior forma de sentir falta de alguém é estar sentado ao seu lado e saber que nunca vai poder tê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nunca deixes de sorrir, nem mesmo quando estiver triste, porque nunca se sabe quem pode se apaixonar por teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pode ser que você seja somente uma pessoa para o mundo, mas para uma pessoa você seja o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Não passe o tempo com alguém que não esteja disposto a passar o tempo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Quem sabe Deus queira que você conheça muita gente errada antes que  conheças a pessoa certa, para que quando afinal conheça esta pessoa  saibas estar agradecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Não chores porque já terminou, sorria porque aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sempre haverá gente que te machuque, assim que o que você tem que  fazer é seguir confiando e só ser mais cuidadoso em quem você confia  duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Converta-se em uma pessoa melhor e tenha certeza de saber quem você é  antes de conhecer alguém e esperar que essa pessoa saiba quem você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Não se esforce tanto, as melhores coisas acontecem quando menos esperamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(autoria ignorada, recebido por e-mail)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2346315789916612568?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2346315789916612568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2346315789916612568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2346315789916612568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2346315789916612568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-viver-melhor.html' title='PRA VIVER MELHOR'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcxiZt3XRrc/TxBLgonzHbI/AAAAAAAABKM/YuuodU42MeQ/s72-c/AAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3586604930946818887</id><published>2012-01-13T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:27:49.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>IDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6V-J_aaaDg/Tusb0xctlfI/AAAAAAAABFU/GRR5fB25Rzc/s1600/eu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6V-J_aaaDg/Tusb0xctlfI/AAAAAAAABFU/GRR5fB25Rzc/s200/eu.gif" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se considera uma pessoa idosa, ou velha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E você que é jovem, como deseja chegar lá ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acha que é a mesma coisa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois então ouça o depoimento de um idoso de setenta anos: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idosa é uma pessoa que tem muita idade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velha é a pessoa que perdeu a jovialidade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é idoso quando sonha. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É velho quando apenas dorme. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é idoso quando ainda aprende.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É velho quando já nem ensina. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é idoso quando pratica esportes, ou de alguma outra forma se exercita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É velho quando apenas descansa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é idoso quando seu calendário tem amanhãs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É velho quando seu calendário só tem ontens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O  idoso é aquela pessoa que tem tido a felicidade de viver uma longa vida  produtiva, de ter adquirido uma grande experiência. Ele é uma ponte  entre o passado e o presente, como o jovem é uma ponte entre o presente e  o futuro. E é no presente que os dois se encontram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velho  é aquele que tem carregado o peso dos anos, que em vez de transmitir  experiência às gerações vindouras, transmite pessimismo e desilusão.  Para ele, não existe ponte entre o passado e o presente, existe um fosso  que o separa do presente pelo apego ao passado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso se renova a cada dia que começa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho se acaba a cada noite que termina. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso tem seus olhos postos no horizonte de onde o sol desponta e a esperança se ilumina. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho tem sua miopia voltada para os tempos que passaram. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso tem planos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho tem saudades.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso curte o que resta da vida. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho sofre o que o aproxima da morte. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso se moderniza, dialoga com a juventude, procura compreender os novos tempos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho se emperra no seu tempo, se fecha em sua ostra e recusa a modernidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O idoso leva uma vida ativa, plena de projetos e de esperanças. Para ele o tempo passa rápido, mas a velhice nunca chega. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho cochila no vazio de sua vida e suas horas se arrastam destituídas de sentido. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As rugas do idoso são bonitas porque foram marcadas pelo sorriso. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As rugas do velho são feias porque foram vincadas pela amargura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em resumo, idoso e velho, são duas pessoas que até podem ter a mesma idade no cartório, mas têm idade bem diferente no coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você é idoso, guarde a esperança de nunca ficar velho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3586604930946818887?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3586604930946818887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3586604930946818887&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3586604930946818887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3586604930946818887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/idade.html' title='IDADE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6V-J_aaaDg/Tusb0xctlfI/AAAAAAAABFU/GRR5fB25Rzc/s72-c/eu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-750475992994759405</id><published>2012-01-12T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:24:01.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Nascimento'/><title type='text'>NOS BAILES DA VIDA - MILTON NASCIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsXeF_wdWN4/Tusdv3ncvWI/AAAAAAAABF0/2sbhV-9VmL8/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsXeF_wdWN4/Tusdv3ncvWI/AAAAAAAABF0/2sbhV-9VmL8/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi nos bailes da vida ou num bar&lt;br /&gt;Em troca de pão&lt;br /&gt;Que muita gente boa pôs o pé na profissão&lt;br /&gt;De tocar um instrumento e de cantar&lt;br /&gt;Não importando se quem pagou quis ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim&lt;br /&gt;Cantar era buscar o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que vai dar no sol&lt;br /&gt;Tenho comigo as lembranças do que eu era&lt;br /&gt;Para cantar nada era longe tudo tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Até a estrada de terra na boléia de caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Era assim&lt;br /&gt;Com a roupa encharcada e a alma&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de chão&lt;br /&gt;Todo artista tem de ir aonde o povo está&lt;br /&gt;Se for assim, assim será&lt;br /&gt;Cantando me disfarço e não me canso&lt;br /&gt;de viver nem de cantar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-750475992994759405?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/750475992994759405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=750475992994759405&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/750475992994759405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/750475992994759405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/nos-bailes-da-vida-milton-nascimento.html' title='NOS BAILES DA VIDA - MILTON NASCIMENTO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsXeF_wdWN4/Tusdv3ncvWI/AAAAAAAABF0/2sbhV-9VmL8/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3158076460904479717</id><published>2012-01-11T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:42:44.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>REGRESSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1333401162"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1333401163"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MwCPRsnghc/Tw2GvacVrHI/AAAAAAAABJk/x2qHs_iFmbU/s1600/crianca-desanimada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MwCPRsnghc/Tw2GvacVrHI/AAAAAAAABJk/x2qHs_iFmbU/s200/crianca-desanimada.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei de Fortaleza dia 02. Uma volta com a sensação de quem quer ficar mais um pouco. Não me sinto bem quando deixo minha mãe lá e venho embora. Acho que ela também partilha do mesmo sentimento. Só que a vida dela está em Fortaleza e a minha está em Belém, de forma que fica meio difícil conciliar as coisas. Só me resta tentar visitá-la com a maior frequência possível. #SUSPIRO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xw7EWn0FiM/Tw2IEtawzOI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZpmekULbGTQ/s1600/mulher_atarefada1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xw7EWn0FiM/Tw2IEtawzOI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZpmekULbGTQ/s200/mulher_atarefada1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mal o avião pousou, fui organizando na cabeça as idéias do que tinha de fazer: compras, limpeza do apê que ficou dez dias fechado (pensem na poeira e na minha rinite, hehe), providenciar janta pra filhota, pagar as contas que chegaram, enfim a rotina voltando novamente aos eixos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficam as lembranças de uma de minhas melhores viagens: O clima de união na ceia de natal, com minha mãe, meus tios, alguns primos e as crianças da família fazendo aquela baderna gostosa e todo mundo rindo, brincando... a primeira vez que minha filhota viu a virada do ano, com todos aqueles fogos de artifício, os olhinhos cheios de encantamento...&amp;nbsp; a festinha de aniversário que minha mãe fez para ela com todo o carinho, a carinha de encantamento das duas com a festinha, rs (não sei quem se divertiu mais: a avó ou a neta, rsrs) e se eu tinha alguma dúvida quanto a se deveria ter ido, ela se dissipou como o pó ao vento, e pretendo passar as festas de fim de ano com minha família outra vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkFq-G1_g-E/Tw2IXSDPqII/AAAAAAAABJ0/VxRCRiZ8Ooo/s1600/052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkFq-G1_g-E/Tw2IXSDPqII/AAAAAAAABJ0/VxRCRiZ8Ooo/s200/052.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A foto está mal batida (cabeças cortada e tudo o mais, rs) . Mamis, filhota e eu!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que com tanta comemoração não me foi possível escapar sem adquirir mais alguns quilinhos, mas querem saber ? Valeu muito a pena! Agora é voltar à RA e iniciar a AF tão logo seja possível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuhSOl9Xqhw/Tw2JKBBKIsI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0cSHkD9CD9M/s1600/pesando+menos+na+balan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuhSOl9Xqhw/Tw2JKBBKIsI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0cSHkD9CD9M/s200/pesando+menos+na+balan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse vai ser o ano da minha virada!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3158076460904479717?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3158076460904479717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3158076460904479717&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3158076460904479717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3158076460904479717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/regresso.html' title='REGRESSO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MwCPRsnghc/Tw2GvacVrHI/AAAAAAAABJk/x2qHs_iFmbU/s72-c/crianca-desanimada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2732398238287177533</id><published>2012-01-11T09:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:06:00.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>EXPRESS YOURSELF - MADONNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECoOBBO-bd8/TusfmEz3gFI/AAAAAAAABGM/8OXhYHuMN7E/s1600/express1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECoOBBO-bd8/TusfmEz3gFI/AAAAAAAABGM/8OXhYHuMN7E/s200/express1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got something to say about it&lt;br /&gt;And it goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;You don't need diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Or eighteen karat gold&lt;br /&gt;Fancy cars that go very fast&lt;br /&gt;You know they never last, no, no&lt;br /&gt;What you need is a big strong hand&lt;br /&gt;To lift you to your higher ground&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel like a queen on a throne&lt;br /&gt;Make him love you till you can't come down&lt;br /&gt;(You'll never come down)&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Long stem roses are the way to your heart&lt;br /&gt;But he needs to start with your head&lt;br /&gt;Satin sheets are very romantic&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you're not in bed&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the best in life&lt;br /&gt;So if the time isn't right then move on&lt;br /&gt;Second best is never enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll do much better baby on your own&lt;br /&gt;(Baby on your own)&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone he might regret it&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love he once had&lt;br /&gt;Try to carry on, but he just won't get it&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back on his knees&lt;br /&gt;To express himself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;What you need is a big strong hand&lt;br /&gt;To lift you to your higher ground&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel like a queen on a throne&lt;br /&gt;Make him love you till you can't come down&lt;br /&gt;(You'll never come down)&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone he might regret it&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love he once had&lt;br /&gt;Try to carry on, but he just won't get it&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back on his knees&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;So you can respect yourself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, then make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2732398238287177533?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2732398238287177533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2732398238287177533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2732398238287177533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2732398238287177533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/express-yourself-madonna.html' title='EXPRESS YOURSELF - MADONNA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECoOBBO-bd8/TusfmEz3gFI/AAAAAAAABGM/8OXhYHuMN7E/s72-c/express1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8936451976858159735</id><published>2012-01-10T09:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:32:45.626-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frango'/><title type='text'>Frango Assado com Alecrim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt0hqvzedEk/TujZsfZszpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/sC5k5NEax1A/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt0hqvzedEk/TujZsfZszpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/sC5k5NEax1A/s1600/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 1/2 kilo(s) de frango inteiro &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 peito de frango &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/limo/"&gt;limão&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; média &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 pimenta vermelha dedo-de-moça &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 ramos de alecrim fresco &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de chá de sal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 tablete de caldo de galinha &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 xícara de chá de água &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 colher de sopa de manteiga &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de chá de açúcar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;5 colher de sopa de vinho branco &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 colher de sopa de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebolinha/"&gt;cebolinha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 colher de sopa de manteiga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1-Limpar bem o frango inteiro e o peito de frango inteiro com osso. Lavar e  cortar pelas juntas, retirar a pele, esfregar a metade de 1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/limo/"&gt;limão&lt;/a&gt; nos pedaços de frango, lavar novamente e deixar escorrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2-Ralar 1 &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebola/"&gt;cebola&lt;/a&gt; média e passar na peneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3-Em uma vasilha, colocar o frango, furar bem com garfo, de todos os lados  e colocar a cebola passada na peneira, em colheradas, para penetrar bem  na carne do frango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4-Acrescentar a outra metade do limão espremido, 1 pimenta(s) vermelha(s)  dedo-de-moça 2 ramo(s) ramo(s) de alecrim fresco amarrados e 1  colher(es) de chá de sal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5-Deixar descansar neste tempero por 1 hora. Dissolver 1 tablete de caldo de galinha em 1 xícara de chá de água e reservar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6-Em uma frigideira colocar 3 colher de sopa de manteiga e 1 colher de chá  de açúcar, levar ao fogo para derreter, retirar o frango do tempero,  secar bem (reservar o tempero) e levar para fritar em fogo baixo, por 15  minutos aproximadamente ou até dourar desse lado, virar o frango para  não queimar, pingar um pouco de caldo de galinha. Juntar 2 ramo de  alecrim fresco e adicionar o tempero reservado, cozinhar de 10 a 15  minutos aproximadamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7-Colocar o caldo de galinha em colheradas reservar um pouco para o final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto isso, retirar com uma colher a gordura que tiver ficado na frigideira e juntar 5 colher de sopa de vinho branco seco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8-Quando o vinho tiver evaporado quase por completo, transferir os pedaços  de frango para uma travessa pré-aquecida no bafo de uma panela .  adicionar ao molho, o restante do caldo de galinha reservado e mexer  bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9-Continuar a cozinhar o molho, até reduzir. retirar o amarrado de  alecrim, a pimenta dedo-de- moça. Juntar 2 colher(es) de sopa de &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/ingrediente/cebolinha/"&gt;cebolinha&lt;/a&gt; picada, cozinhar por mais alguns segundos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Montar o Prato: acrescentar 1 colher(es) de sopa de manteiga e misturar  até dissolver por completo. Espalhar esse molho sobre o frango reservado  e servir a seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dicas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;0 peito de frango inteiro: só terá quantidade quando a receita for para 8 pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pimenta: se quiser um prato mais apimentado, é só amassar a pimenta  usada no tempero. se quiser só um sabor de pimenta, deixe-a inteira.  quanto mais amassar, mais apimentado fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rendimento: &lt;span class="yield"&gt;8 porções&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempo: &lt;span class="totalTime"&gt;90 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="totalTime"&gt;Receitinha&lt;a href="http://www.almanaqueculinario.com.br/receita/aves/frango-assado-com-alecrim-27455.html"&gt; daqui.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8936451976858159735?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8936451976858159735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8936451976858159735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8936451976858159735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8936451976858159735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/frango-assado-com-alecrim.html' title='Frango Assado com Alecrim'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt0hqvzedEk/TujZsfZszpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/sC5k5NEax1A/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-828387694352759326</id><published>2012-01-09T08:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:40:12.093-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>AGORA ME DEU MEDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAd0Qo73WCo/Tusjxtd7AlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OnhYJ5bPm3g/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAd0Qo73WCo/Tusjxtd7AlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OnhYJ5bPm3g/s400/01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-828387694352759326?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/828387694352759326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=828387694352759326&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/828387694352759326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/828387694352759326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/agora-me-deu-medo.html' title='AGORA ME DEU MEDO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAd0Qo73WCo/Tusjxtd7AlI/AAAAAAAABG8/OnhYJ5bPm3g/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6933075740233424209</id><published>2012-01-05T08:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:00:03.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Cabeça de homem (cada uma que circula na net)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89o3hFtWNz0/TujCEZhq4eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/8ZZ80udCbeA/s1600/homem-duvida.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89o3hFtWNz0/TujCEZhq4eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/8ZZ80udCbeA/s200/homem-duvida.gif" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem tinha três namoradas e não sabia com qual delas deveria se casar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Resolveu, então, fazer um teste para ver qual estava mais apta a ser sua mulher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tirou R$ 15 mil do banco, deu R$ 5 mil para cada uma e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Gastem com o que quiserem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A primeira foi ao shopping, comprou roupas, jóias, foi ao cabeleireiro,salão de beleza, etc.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Voltou para o homem e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Gastei todo o seu dinheiro assim para ficar mais bonita para você, para lhe agradar.Tudo isso porque amo você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A  segunda foi ao mesmo shopping, comprou roupas para ele, um CD player,  uma televisão tela plana, dois pares de tênis para jogar basquete, tacos  de golfe e filmes pornô. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Voltou para o homem e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Gastei todo o seu dinheiro assim para lhe fazer mais feliz, lhe agradar.Tudo isso porque amo você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A terceira pegou o dinheiro e aplicou em ações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Em três dias duplicou o investido, retornou os R$ 5 mil para o homem e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Apliquei o seu dinheiro e ganhei o meu. Agora posso fazer o que quiser com o meu dinheiro. 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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E escolheu aquela que tinha a bunda maior!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Homem é tudo igual mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6933075740233424209?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6933075740233424209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6933075740233424209&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6933075740233424209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6933075740233424209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/cabeca-de-homem-cada-uma-que-circula-na.html' title='Cabeça de homem (cada uma que circula na net)'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89o3hFtWNz0/TujCEZhq4eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/8ZZ80udCbeA/s72-c/homem-duvida.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6693326665520377594</id><published>2012-01-04T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:34:00.249-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engenheiros do Hawaii'/><title type='text'>SOMOS QUEM PODEMOS SER - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nim27mhQ95Y/TuZfbfZUrII/AAAAAAAAA_U/UMkNeXEpY9s/s1600/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nim27mhQ95Y/TuZfbfZUrII/AAAAAAAAA_U/UMkNeXEpY9s/s200/07.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Que as nuvens não eram de algodão&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Que os ventos às vezes erram a direção&lt;br /&gt;E tudo ficou tão claro&lt;br /&gt;Um intervalo na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela de brilho raro&lt;br /&gt;Um disparo para um coração&lt;br /&gt;A vida imita o vídeo&lt;br /&gt;Garotos inventam um novo inglês&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo num país sedento&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de embriaguez&lt;br /&gt;Somos quem podemos ser&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que podemos ter&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Quem eram os donos da situação&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer eles me deram&lt;br /&gt;As chaves que abrem essa prisão&lt;br /&gt;E tudo ficou tão claro&lt;br /&gt;O que era raro ficou comum&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia depois do outro&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia, um dia comum&lt;br /&gt;A vida imita o vídeo&lt;br /&gt;Garotos inventam um novo inglês&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo num país sedento&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de embriaguez&lt;br /&gt;Somos quem podemos ser&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que podemos ter&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Que as nuvens não eram de algodão&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Que os ventos às vezes erram a direção&lt;br /&gt;Quem ocupa o trono tem culpa&lt;br /&gt;Quem oculta o crime também&lt;br /&gt;Quem duvida da vida tem culpa&lt;br /&gt;Quem evita a dúvida também tem&lt;br /&gt;Somos quem podemos ser&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que podemos ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6693326665520377594?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6693326665520377594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6693326665520377594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6693326665520377594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6693326665520377594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/somos-quem-podemos-ser-engenheiros-do.html' title='SOMOS QUEM PODEMOS SER - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nim27mhQ95Y/TuZfbfZUrII/AAAAAAAAA_U/UMkNeXEpY9s/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1800565828733395765</id><published>2012-01-03T07:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:44:00.042-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Mil e uma utilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTxCb-Q3NE4/TuZd4xk-nXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/xS4qg7BOLtM/s1600/bombril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTxCb-Q3NE4/TuZd4xk-nXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/xS4qg7BOLtM/s200/bombril.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A palavra "coisa" é um bombril do idioma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem mil e uma utilidades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É aquele tipo de termo-muleta ao qual a gente recorre sempre que nos  faltam palavras para exprimir uma idéia. Coisas do português. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A natureza das coisas: gramaticalmente, "coisa" pode ser substantivo, adjetivo, advérbio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Também pode ser verbo: o Houaiss registra a forma "coisificar". E no Nordeste há "coisar": &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ô, seu coisinha, você já coisou aquela coisa que eu mandei você coisar?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisar, em Portugal, equivale ao ato sexual, lembra Josué Machado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já as "coisas" nordestinas são sinônimas dos órgãos genitais, registra o Aurélio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"E deixava-se possuir pelo amante, que lhe beijava os pés, as coisas, os seios" (Riacho Doce, José Lins do Rego). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na Paraíba e em Pernambuco, "coisa" também é cigarro de maconha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Olinda, o bloco carnavalesco &lt;u&gt;Segura a Coisa&lt;/u&gt; tem um baseado como símbolo em seu estandarte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alceu Valença canta: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Segura a coisa com muito cuidado / Que eu chego já." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, como em Olinda sempre há bloco mirim equivalente ao de gente grande, há também o Segura a Coisinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na literatura, a "coisa" é coisa antiga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antiga, mas modernista: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oswald de Andrade escreveu a crônica O Coisa em 1943. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Coisa é título de romance de Stephen King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simone de Beauvoir escreveu A Força das Coisas, e Michel Foucault, As Palavras e as Coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Minas Gerais, todas as coisas são chamadas de trem. Menos o trem, que lá é chamado de "a coisa". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mãe está com a filha na estação, o trem se aproxima e ela diz: "&lt;u&gt;Minha filha, pega os trem que lá vem a coisa!&lt;/u&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Devido lugar:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça (...)". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A garota de Ipanema era coisa de fechar o Rio de Janeiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mas se ela voltar, se ela voltar / Que coisa linda / Que coisa louca." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisas de Jobim e de Vinicius, que sabiam das coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampa também tem dessas coisas (coisa de louco!), seja quando canta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de Caetano Veloso, ou quando vê o Show de Calouros, do Silvio Santos (que é coisa nossa). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa não tem sexo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pode ser masculino ou feminino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa-ruim é o capeta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa boa é a Juliana Paes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca vi coisa assim! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa de cinema! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Coisa virou nome de filme de Hollywood, que tinha o seu Coisa no recente Quarteto Fantástico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extraído dos quadrinhos, na TV o personagem ganhou também desenho animado, nos anos 70. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E no programa Casseta e Planeta, Urgente!, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marcelo Madureira faz o personagem "Coisinha de Jesus". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa também não tem tamanho. Na boca dos exagerados, "coisa nenhuma" vira "coisíssima". Mas a "coisa" tem história na MPB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No II Festival da Música Popular Brasileira, em 1966, estava na letra das duas vencedoras: Disparada, de Geraldo Vandré:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;("Prepare seu coração / Pras coisas que eu vou contar"), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e A Banda, de Chico Buarque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;("Pra ver a banda passar / Cantando coisas de amor"), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que acabou de ser relançada num dos CDs triplos do compositor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que a Som Livre remasterizou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naquele ano do festival, no entanto, a coisa tava preta (ou melhor, verde-oliva). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a turma da Jovem Guarda não tava nem aí com as coisas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Coisa linda / Coisa que eu adoro". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheio das coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As mesmas coisas, Coisa bonita, Coisas do coração, Coisas que não se  esquece, Diga-me coisas bonitas, Tem coisas que a gente não tira do  coração. Todas essas coisas são títulos de canções interpretadas por  Roberto Carlos, o "rei" das coisas. Como ele, uma geração da MPB era preocupada com as coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para Maria Bethânia, o diminutivo de coisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;é uma questão de quantidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(afinal, "são tantas coisinhas miúdas"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já para Beth Carvalho, é de carinho e intensidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;("ô coisinha tão bonitinha do pai"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todas as Coisas e Eu é título de CD de Gal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Esse papo já tá qualquer coisa...Já qualquer coisa doida dentro mexe." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa coisa doida é uma citação da música Qualquer Coisa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de Caetano, que canta também: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Alguma coisa está fora da ordem." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por essas e por outras, é preciso colocar cada coisa no devido lugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma coisa de cada vez, é claro, pois uma coisa é uma coisa; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;outra coisa é outra coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tal coisa, e coisa e tal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O cheio de coisas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;é o indivíduo chato, pleno de não-me-toques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O cheio das coisas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;por sua vez, é o sujeito estribado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gente fina é outra coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para o pobre, a coisa está sempre feia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o salário-mínimo não dá pra coisa nenhuma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A coisa pública não funciona no Brasil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde os tempos de Cabral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Político quando está na oposição é uma coisa, mas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quando assume o poder, a coisa muda de figura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando se elege, o eleitor pensa: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Agora a coisa vai." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa nenhuma! A coisa fica na mesma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma coisa é falar; outra é fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa feia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O eleitor já está cheio dessas coisas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa à toa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se você aceita qualquer coisa, logo se torna um coisa qualquer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;um coisa-à-toa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa crítica feroz a esse estado de coisas, no poema Eu, Etiqueta, Drummond radicaliza: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Meu nome novo é coisa. Eu sou a coisa, coisamente." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, no verso do poeta, "coisa" vira "cousa". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se as pessoas foram feitas para ser amadas e as coisas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;para ser usadas, por que então nós amamos tanto as coisas e usamos tanto as pessoas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bote uma coisa na cabeça: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as melhores coisas da vida não são coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há coisas que o dinheiro não compra: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;paz, saúde, alegria e outras cositas más. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, "deixemos de coisa, cuidemos da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;senão chega a morte ou coisa parecida", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cantarola Fagner em Canteiros, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;baseado no poema Marcha, de Cecília Meireles, uma coisa linda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, faça a coisa certa e não esqueça o grande mandamento: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Amarás a Deus sobre todas as coisas". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ENTENDEU O ESPÍRITO DA COISA? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(autor desconhecido) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1800565828733395765?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1800565828733395765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1800565828733395765&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1800565828733395765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1800565828733395765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/mil-e-uma-utilidades.html' title='Mil e uma utilidades'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTxCb-Q3NE4/TuZd4xk-nXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/xS4qg7BOLtM/s72-c/bombril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1908371618717357492</id><published>2012-01-02T07:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:55:00.474-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>SAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKKFLxubbbA/TuZa2S78xqI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LVZUp9Sr07Q/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKKFLxubbbA/TuZa2S78xqI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LVZUp9Sr07Q/s200/03.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empresa: Sadia &lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado pela atenção. Há muito tempo venho utilizando da salsicha   Sadia como parceira sexual. Celibatário e Homossexual por opção,   gostaria de opinar uma possível mudança na textura da mesma, que poderia   apresentar sua superfície em alto relevo e um aumento do seu diâmetro,   para aumentar o  prazer. Seria possível?? Há alguma contra indicação   para a penetração anal? Há alguma substância na salsicha que não seja   indicada para isso? &lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Resposta:&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Caro consumidor, A salsicha Sadia não é prejudicial em nenhuma   circunstância. Mas recomendamos utilizá-las apenas na culinária, pois   existem produtos no mercado que atendam mais efetivamente os seus   interesses. &lt;br /&gt;Atenciosamente  Patrícia Galvão &lt;br /&gt;Relações com o Consumidor - Sadia&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empresa: Phillips &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olá, Comprei um Philishave Micro Action Dupla Ação HQ 342, há algumas   semanas e por necessidade resolvi usá-lo na região do saco escrotal,  mas  não obtive muito sucesso. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Além da forte dor, notei pequenos cortes. Como não fui feliz em minha   tentativa e tenho certeza que várias outras pessoas  também passam por   necessidades pessoais como essa, gostaria de deixar a minha sugestão   para elaborarem um produto específico para esse fim. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se possível, para a região anal também. Desde já agradeço e aguardo retorno. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gilbert. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezado Sr. Gilbert,  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com referência à solicitação feita, informamos que este aparelho   trabalha com lâminas que cortam bem rente a pele, neste caso, o saco   escrotal possui uma pele bem fina e sensível, além de ser bem enrugado   também, e por este motivo o senhor sentiu dor, e teve pequenos cortes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedimos encarecidamente para o senhor não tentar barbear o seu ânus com o aparelho pois os resultados podem ser desastrosos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contamos com sua compreensão. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atenciosamente, Vinicius Decia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CIC - Centro de Informações ao Consumidor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empresa: Souza Cruz  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom dia, Gostaria de fazer uma reclamação. É sabido por todos que o   cigarro é prejudicial à saúde devido a presença de alguns produtos   químicos que podem causar diversas doenças. É óbvio que vocês, assim   como eu, sabem disso. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha reclamação se refere ao fato de minha sogra ser fumante há  trinta  anos e até agora não ter tido nenhum, nenhum mesmo, tipo de  doença  relacionada ao consumo de cigarro até agora. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Considero isso lamentável, pois eu compro três maços de cigarro Derby   pra ela por dia e até agora nada. E isso já faz dez anos!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar de desapontado com os resultados obtidos, pretendo continuar   comprando para ela os cigarros dessa marca, pois não concordo com a   pirataria de cigarros que tanto prejudicam o erário público. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessa forma gostaria de ser informado sobre qual é o produto mais cancerígeno dessa empresa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respeitosamente, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;André Erre &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sr. André,  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agradecemos seu contato, o que muito nos honrou pela lembrança de  nossa  empresa. A Souza Cruz tem por princípio se comunicar somente com   adultos. Para que possamos dar uma resposta sobre sua solicitação   necessitamos comprovar a sua maioridade. Pedimos, por gentileza, que nos   redirecione este e-mail informando o seu nome completo, o n.º. do CPF,   sua data de nascimento e telefone (com DDD), que entraremos em  contato. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda para sua conveniência, colocamo-nos também à disposição para   maiores informações através do telefone 0800 888 2223 (discagem   gratuita) nos dias úteis, de segunda-feira à sexta-feira, das 8:00 às   20:00hs ou acesse o site www.souzacruz.com.br . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atenciosamente, Serviço de atendimento ao consumidor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1908371618717357492?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1908371618717357492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1908371618717357492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1908371618717357492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1908371618717357492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/sac.html' title='SAC'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKKFLxubbbA/TuZa2S78xqI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LVZUp9Sr07Q/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3967705816766017899</id><published>2012-01-01T07:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:58:00.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdbj4qr99Go/TuZc9aGUuOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cSeBaiAGZOU/s1600/06.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdbj4qr99Go/TuZc9aGUuOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cSeBaiAGZOU/s400/06.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3967705816766017899?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3967705816766017899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3967705816766017899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3967705816766017899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3967705816766017899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdbj4qr99Go/TuZc9aGUuOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cSeBaiAGZOU/s72-c/06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3463695563095290556</id><published>2011-12-31T07:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:55:00.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>Ele está chegando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab3xMqYVyY/TuZcOEXuTrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Kt3W3xQBsxs/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab3xMqYVyY/TuZcOEXuTrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Kt3W3xQBsxs/s320/04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3463695563095290556?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3463695563095290556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3463695563095290556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3463695563095290556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3463695563095290556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-esta-chegando.html' title='Ele está chegando...'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sab3xMqYVyY/TuZcOEXuTrI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Kt3W3xQBsxs/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7836382439366154368</id><published>2011-12-30T08:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:07:00.083-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roupa Nova'/><title type='text'>SAPATO VELHO - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxmb5KdrdI4/TuYK5rhky4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/k1d3veffhy8/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxmb5KdrdI4/TuYK5rhky4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/k1d3veffhy8/s200/5.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra, lembra&lt;br /&gt;Daquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha estrelas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Um jeito de herói&lt;br /&gt;Era mais forte e veloz&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer mocinho&lt;br /&gt;De cowboy&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra, lembra&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava andar&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais de mil léguas&lt;br /&gt;Prá poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;Flores-de-maio azuis&lt;br /&gt;E os seus cabelos enfeitar&lt;br /&gt;Água da fonte&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de beber&lt;br /&gt;Prá não envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;Como quisesse&lt;br /&gt;Roubar da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo pôr-de-sol&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não colho mais&lt;br /&gt;As flores-de-maio&lt;br /&gt;Nem sou mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;Como os heróis&lt;br /&gt;É, talvez eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Como um sapato velho&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sirvo&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Basta você me calçar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus pés&lt;br /&gt;Água da fonte&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de beber&lt;br /&gt;Prá não envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;Como quisesse&lt;br /&gt;Roubar da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo pôr-de-sol&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não colho mais&lt;br /&gt;As flores-de-maio&lt;br /&gt;Nem sou mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;Como os heróis&lt;br /&gt;É, talvez eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Como um sapato velho&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sirvo&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Basta você me calçar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus pés&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Como um sapato velho&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sirvo&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Basta você me calçar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7836382439366154368?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7836382439366154368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7836382439366154368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7836382439366154368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7836382439366154368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/sapato-velho-roupa-nova.html' title='SAPATO VELHO - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxmb5KdrdI4/TuYK5rhky4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/k1d3veffhy8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8249136332597325271</id><published>2011-12-29T08:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:10:00.075-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>34 Coisinhas que os homene precisam saber sobre nós, mulheres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk1MKMllNY/TuYHxu4-3bI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NniBVDWPxuI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk1MKMllNY/TuYHxu4-3bI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NniBVDWPxuI/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1- Presentes fora de hora significam mais amor e mais carinhos. Inclusive os mais simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. “Legal” não é a resposta que queremos ouvir quando perguntamos se estamos bonitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Nós gostamos de ser surpreendidas com beijos, sem que isso signifique ir para cama depois de dois minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Nós sempre esperamos uma ligação e sentimos falta quando você não dá sinal de vida durante o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Um bom sexo oral pode ser a diferença na classificação entre um “ótimo sexo” e um “sexo meia-boca.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Nós ficamos desapontadas quando nos arrumamos toda pra sair e descobrimos que você vai com a camisa de ontem e de chinelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Deixe para correr e tirar finas dos carros quando estiver sozinho. Nós dispensamos esse tipo de emoção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Não ache que arrasa com sua performance “britadeira” no sexo. É preciso muito mais para nos dar prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Nós ficamos desequilibradas antes e durante a menstruação, mesmo sem motivo algum. Aprenda a conviver com isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMinAoIvmk/TuYH7r6AufI/AAAAAAAAA9U/SWHg3TAd2GA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXMinAoIvmk/TuYH7r6AufI/AAAAAAAAA9U/SWHg3TAd2GA/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10.  Nós iremos questionar a sua masculinidade quando percebemos que você  prefere assistir ao jogo ou jogar vídeo game do que transar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Você não precisa pagar a conta no primeiro encontro, mas saiba que vamos te achar mão de vaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. Consulte uma amiga ou um amigo gay quando for comprar um presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13.  Por mais desencanadas que sejamos, nós não queremos sentir o cheiro do  seu pum ou o barulho do seu arroto. Principalmente dentro do carro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Você fica sexy se barbeando, consertando alguma coisa, usando camiseta branca com jeans ou dirigindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. Queremos ouvir o que vocês sentem. Se esforce e fale mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. Nós gostamos de discutir sobre sexo. Respostas como “foi gostoso” não bastam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. Se não nos sentimos amadas e valorizadas, nosso botão de “caça” é ativado automaticamente. Só leva um minuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. Unhas compridas machucam – mantenha-as curtas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. Nós gostamos de mandar SMS e emails durante o dia – por favor, responda-os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. Nós consideramos traição qualquer coisa que você faça/pense/fale com outra que não gostaria que soubéssemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. Barba começando a crescer irrita a nossa pele. Tire tudo ou deixe um pouco maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22.  Você não precisa engordar, parar de usar perfume ou não fazer mais a  barba depois que começamos a namorar. A concorrência é forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. Se você fica com preguiça de fazer carinho, nós ficamos proporcionalmente com preguiça de fazer boquete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LCmNgHmJU0/TuYIfTMawhI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tS-eFl5vr78/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LCmNgHmJU0/TuYIfTMawhI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tS-eFl5vr78/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. Entre bombons, flores e ursinhos de pelúcia, nos dê um sapato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. Não explique uma traição dizendo que “não teve importância”. É horrível ser traída por algo “sem importância”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26. Para nós não importa tanto o tamanho do seu pau, desde que ele seja maior que um OB. A performance conta muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27. Nós quase sempre sabemos quando estão mentindo – aprenda que temos um sexto sentido mais desenvolvido do que o de vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28.  Nós precisamos de preliminares e não vamos ficar suficientemente  molhadas se você não caprichar nessa parte. Quanto mais, melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29. Nós gostamos de sexo selvagem - mas queremos dormir de conchinha e ganhando cafuné na cabeça depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30. Nós temos o maior prazer em fazer um boquete – desde que seu pau esteja cheirosinho e que você nos recompense depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31. Mulheres pegam infecções urinárias com muita facilidade. Esteja sempre com o pau e os dedos limpos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;32. Nós adoramos ser elogiadas. Vale qualquer coisa: da cor do esmalte ao roteiro que escolhemos para as férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;33. Não peça para escolhermos onde vamos no primeiro encontro. Nós gostamos de ser levadas pra sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;34.  Sim, nós temos senso de direção ruim e odiamos mapas e vagas apertadas.  Se ofereça para estacionar invés de ficar botando defeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzN-4lQGpxA/TuYKBTn299I/AAAAAAAAA9k/wyFYW6DUpLQ/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzN-4lQGpxA/TuYKBTn299I/AAAAAAAAA9k/wyFYW6DUpLQ/s200/4.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( Recebido por e-mail. Autoria desconhecida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8249136332597325271?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8249136332597325271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8249136332597325271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8249136332597325271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8249136332597325271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/34-coisinhas-que-os-homene-precisam.html' title='34 Coisinhas que os homene precisam saber sobre nós, mulheres!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk1MKMllNY/TuYHxu4-3bI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NniBVDWPxuI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3834645249718991355</id><published>2011-12-28T08:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:10:01.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roupa Nova'/><title type='text'>SEGUINDO NO TREM AZUL - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hP1xuha5aQ/TuYGwuSeqqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YOLiQuAtx5Y/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hP1xuha5aQ/TuYGwuSeqqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YOLiQuAtx5Y/s200/001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessar&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de mentir&lt;br /&gt;Que em você&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Você é pessoa que nem eu&lt;br /&gt;Que sente amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabe muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Como vai dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Te dou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Queria dar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Luar do meu sertão&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que for assoviar&lt;br /&gt;A cor do trem&lt;br /&gt;É da cor que alguém fizer&lt;br /&gt;E você sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;Não ser compositor&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor valeu&lt;br /&gt;Eu empresto um verso meu&lt;br /&gt;Prá você dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Só me dará prazer&lt;br /&gt;Se viajar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul...&lt;br /&gt;Te dou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Queria dar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Luar do meu sertão&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul...&lt;br /&gt;Vai lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De um cara como eu&lt;br /&gt;Que sente amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabe muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Como vai dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Só me dará prazer&lt;br /&gt;Se viajar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul&lt;br /&gt;Uh! 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Uh!...&lt;br /&gt;Te dou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Queria dar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Luar do meu sertão&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo no trem azul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3834645249718991355?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3834645249718991355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3834645249718991355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3834645249718991355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3834645249718991355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/seguindo-no-trem-azul-roupa-nova.html' title='SEGUINDO NO TREM AZUL - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hP1xuha5aQ/TuYGwuSeqqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YOLiQuAtx5Y/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2857535974215659585</id><published>2011-12-27T08:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:46:00.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>PRA RIR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16-tIa3tnJo/TuYF8QNoDBI/AAAAAAAAA88/PSqvVKVIa-o/s1600/mulher%252520sorrindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16-tIa3tnJo/TuYF8QNoDBI/AAAAAAAAA88/PSqvVKVIa-o/s200/mulher%252520sorrindo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Alguns homens são... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO CAFÉ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;São ricos, quentes, encorpados e te mantém acordada toda a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO O CIMENTO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Depois que se espalham... demoram um pouco para ficar duros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO AS GELADEIRAS DE ISOPOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; 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font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nunca sabe quando vêem, quantos centímetros terão e quanto tempo irão durar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO FÉRIAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nunca são suficientemente grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO CARROS USADOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fáceis de ter, baratos e nada confiáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO O CLIMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nada se pode fazer para mudá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;COMO OS LUGARES PARA ESTACIONAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Os bons já estão ocupados e os que sobram são demasiado pequenos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2857535974215659585?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2857535974215659585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2857535974215659585&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2857535974215659585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2857535974215659585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/pra-rir.html' title='PRA RIR...'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16-tIa3tnJo/TuYF8QNoDBI/AAAAAAAAA88/PSqvVKVIa-o/s72-c/mulher%252520sorrindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-958737013567294241</id><published>2011-12-26T08:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:01:00.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Carpenters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>ONLY YESTERDAY - THE CARPENTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ4rx10IZ8U/TuX7sjH59bI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3YICqcfmtVc/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ4rx10IZ8U/TuX7sjH59bI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3YICqcfmtVc/s200/001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long enough of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must face their share of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;In my own time nobody knew&lt;br /&gt;The pain I was goin' through&lt;br /&gt;And waitin' was all my heart could do&lt;br /&gt;Hope was all I had until you came&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can't see how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You were the dawn breaking the night&lt;br /&gt;The promise of morning light&lt;br /&gt;Filling the world surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you&lt;br /&gt;(*) Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Feels like maybe things will be all right&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Your love's made me&lt;br /&gt;Free as a song singin' forever&lt;br /&gt;(**) Only yesterday when I was sad&lt;br /&gt;And I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way to leave&lt;br /&gt;The past and all its tears behind me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be even brighter than today&lt;br /&gt;Since I threw my sadness away&lt;br /&gt;Only Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I have found my home here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else on earth I'd really rather be&lt;br /&gt;Life waits for us&lt;br /&gt;Share it with me&lt;br /&gt;The best is about to be&lt;br /&gt;So much is left for us to see&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;br /&gt;Repeat (**) twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-958737013567294241?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/958737013567294241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=958737013567294241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/958737013567294241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/958737013567294241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-yesterday-carpenters.html' title='ONLY YESTERDAY - THE CARPENTERS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ4rx10IZ8U/TuX7sjH59bI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3YICqcfmtVc/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5221818227669477030</id><published>2011-12-25T08:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:00:01.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLN25GPqyG0/TuX66mJabrI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TSjpR8kxICA/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLN25GPqyG0/TuX66mJabrI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TSjpR8kxICA/s400/003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5221818227669477030?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5221818227669477030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5221818227669477030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5221818227669477030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5221818227669477030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLN25GPqyG0/TuX66mJabrI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TSjpR8kxICA/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3986178222010618417</id><published>2011-12-24T07:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:59:00.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>PARA FAZER NO NATAL:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmw0nd_hm7M/TuX6pwTuEuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/cRCN9yetP74/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmw0nd_hm7M/TuX6pwTuEuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/cRCN9yetP74/s400/002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3986178222010618417?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3986178222010618417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3986178222010618417&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3986178222010618417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3986178222010618417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/para-fazer-no-natal.html' title='PARA FAZER NO NATAL:'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmw0nd_hm7M/TuX6pwTuEuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/cRCN9yetP74/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5757024179814617735</id><published>2011-12-23T07:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:56:00.173-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>TAKE A BOW - MADONNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJuC1-p8ZI/TuX6PwZDVeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6ITuPgSiQP8/s1600/madonna-take-a-bow-video-set-0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJuC1-p8ZI/TuX6PwZDVeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6ITuPgSiQP8/s200/madonna-take-a-bow-video-set-0004.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow, the night is over&lt;br /&gt;This masquerade is getting older&lt;br /&gt;Lights are low, the curtains are down&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here&lt;br /&gt;(there's no one here, there's no one in the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Say your lines but do you feel them&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one around (no one around)&lt;br /&gt;Watching you, watching me&lt;br /&gt;One lonely star&lt;br /&gt;(one lonely star you don't know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I've always been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I guess you've always known it's true&lt;br /&gt;You took my love for granted&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why&lt;br /&gt;The show is over say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Say good-bye, say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Make them laugh, it comes so easy&lt;br /&gt;When you get to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where you're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind your smile&lt;br /&gt;All the world loves a clown&lt;br /&gt;(just make 'em smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world loves a clown)&lt;br /&gt;Wish you well, i cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;You deserve an award&lt;br /&gt;For the role that you played&lt;br /&gt;No more masquerade&lt;br /&gt;You're one lonely star&lt;br /&gt;(one lonely star you dont who you are)&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;All the world is a stage&lt;br /&gt;And everyone has their part&lt;br /&gt;How was i to know&lt;br /&gt;Which way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;How was i to know you'd break&lt;br /&gt;You'd break, you'd break, you'd break&lt;br /&gt;You'd break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5757024179814617735?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5757024179814617735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5757024179814617735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5757024179814617735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5757024179814617735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-bow-madonna.html' title='TAKE A BOW - MADONNA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJuC1-p8ZI/TuX6PwZDVeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6ITuPgSiQP8/s72-c/madonna-take-a-bow-video-set-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3275560678821881122</id><published>2011-12-22T08:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:47:01.067-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>I'LL STAND BY YOU - ROXETTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXIYWIAHnqI/TuX5e-eIsGI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R8SGmTvThU4/s1600/001.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXIYWIAHnqI/TuX5e-eIsGI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R8SGmTvThU4/s200/001.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen the dark side too.&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;If you´re mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what you've got to hide&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;Cause even if your wrong...&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;And when,&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you baby&lt;br /&gt;You´re feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3275560678821881122?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3275560678821881122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3275560678821881122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3275560678821881122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3275560678821881122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-stand-by-you-roxette.html' title='I&apos;LL STAND BY YOU - ROXETTE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXIYWIAHnqI/TuX5e-eIsGI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R8SGmTvThU4/s72-c/001.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-415965895728495567</id><published>2011-12-21T08:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T08:35:00.951-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>A KIND OF MAGIC - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vym54BW3fY8/TuX1cDF5ZCI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qmkjcwd5P28/s1600/queen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vym54BW3fY8/TuX1cDF5ZCI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qmkjcwd5P28/s200/queen.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;A kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;One dream, one soul, one prize,&lt;br /&gt;One goal, one golden glance of what should be,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;One shaft of light that shows the way,&lt;br /&gt;No mortal man can win this day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The bell that rings inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;It's a challenging the doors of time,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The waiting seems eternity,&lt;br /&gt;The day will dawn of sanity,&lt;br /&gt;This is a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;There can be only one,&lt;br /&gt;This rage that lasts a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;This flame that burns inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing secret harmonies&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The bell that rings inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is challenging the doors of time,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;This rage that lasts a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be will soon be,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;This is a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;There can be only one,&lt;br /&gt;This rage that lasts a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Magic - it's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;Magic, magic, magic, magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-415965895728495567?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/415965895728495567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=415965895728495567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/415965895728495567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/415965895728495567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/kind-of-magic-queen.html' title='A KIND OF MAGIC - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vym54BW3fY8/TuX1cDF5ZCI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qmkjcwd5P28/s72-c/queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7296736998251675109</id><published>2011-12-20T08:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:12:01.190-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>AMOR CEGO X CASAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6MPetoaiic/TuX0SbJxD5I/AAAAAAAAA70/HkvXGGqL3t0/s1600/amor+cego+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6MPetoaiic/TuX0SbJxD5I/AAAAAAAAA70/HkvXGGqL3t0/s320/amor+cego+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amor cego não é a maneira de se escolher um cônjuge. Aqui estão algumas ferramentas práticas para manter seus olhos bem abertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com  a taxa de divórcio acima de 50%, aparentemente pessoas demais estão  cometendo um grave erro ao decidir com quem pretendem passar o resto de  sua vida. Para evitar tornar-se uma "estatística", tente interiorizar  estes dez pontos a fim de não entrar em uma "fria".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque espera que ele/ela mude depois do casamento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O  erro clássico. Nunca despose um potencial. A regra de ouro é: Se você  não pode ser feliz com a pessoa como ela é agora, não se case. Como  disse, muito sabiamente, um colega meu: "Na verdade, pode-se esperar que  alguém mude depois de casado... para pior!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, quando se  trata da espiritualidade, caráter, higiene pessoal, habilidade de se  comunicar e hábitos pessoais de outra pessoa, assegure-se de que pode  viver com estes como são agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdhKwYOBzZg/TuXz7Mb788I/AAAAAAAAA7k/qH3eCtpjIKQ/s1600/amor+cego+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdhKwYOBzZg/TuXz7Mb788I/AAAAAAAAA7k/qH3eCtpjIKQ/s200/amor+cego+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque se preocupa mais com a química que com o caráter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A  química acende o fogo, mas o bom caráter o mantém aceso. Esteja  consciente da síndrome "Estar apaixonado". "Estou apaixonado"  freqüentemente significa "Sinto atração física." A atração está lá, mas  você averiguou cuidadosamente o caráter dessa pessoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui estão quatro traços de personalidade para serem definitivamente testados:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Humildade: Esta pessoa acredita que "fazer a coisa certa" é mais importante que o conforto pessoal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bondade:  Esta pessoa gosta de dar prazer aos outros? Como ela trata as pessoas  com as quais não tem de ser agradável? Ela faz algum trabalho  voluntário? Faz caridade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Responsabilidade: Posso confiar que esta pessoa fará aquilo que diz que fará?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felicidade: Esta pessoa gosta de si mesma? Ela aprecia a vida? É emocionalmente estável?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pergunte-se: Eu desejo ser como esta pessoa? Quero ter um filho com esta pessoa? Gostaria que meu filho se parecesse com ela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Você fica com a pessoa errada porque o homem não entende aquilo que a mulher mais precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Homens  e mulheres têm necessidades emocionais específicas, e quase sempre, é o  homem que simplesmente "não consegue." A tradição judaica coloca sobre o  homem o ônus de entender as necessidades emocionais de uma mulher, e de  satisfazê-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para a mulher, o mais importante é ser amada -  sentir que é a pessoa mais importante na vida do marido. O marido  precisa dar-lhe atenção consistente e verdadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso fica mais  evidente na atitude do judaísmo para com a intimidade sexual. A Torá  obriga o marido a satisfazer as necessidades sexuais da mulher. A  intimidade sexual é sempre colocada em termos femininos. Os homens são  orientados para um objetivo, principalmente quando se trata desta área.  Como disse certa vez uma mulher inteligente: "O homem tem duas  velocidades: ligado e desligado." As mulheres são orientadas pela  experiência. Quando um homem é capaz de trocar as marchas e torna-se  mais orientado pela experiência, descobrirá o que faz sua esposa muito  feliz. Quando o homem se esquece de suas próprias necessidades e se  concentra em dar prazer à mulher, coisas fantásticas acontecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque vocês não partilham metas de vida em comum e prioridades.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem três maneiras básicas de nos conectarmos com outra pessoa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Química e compatibilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Partilhar interesses em comum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Compartilhar o mesmo objetivo de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assegure-se  de que você compartilha o profundo nível de conexão que objetivos de  vida em comum proporcionam. Após o casamento, os dois crescerão juntos  ou crescerão separados. Para evitar crescer separado, você deve entender  para que "está vivendo" enquanto é solteiro - e então encontrar alguém  que tenha chegado à mesma conclusão que você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é a verdadeira  definição de "alma gêmea." Uma alma gêmea tem o mesmo objetivo - duas  pessoas que em última instância compartilham o mesmo entendimento ou  propósito de vida, e portanto possuem as mesmas prioridades, valores e  objetivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque logo se envolve sexualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O  envolvimento sexual antes do compromisso de casamento pode ser um  grande problema, porque muitas vezes impede uma completa exploração  honesta de aspectos importantes. O envolvimento sexual tende a nublar a  mente da pessoa. E uma mente nublada não está inclinada a tomar decisões  corretas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é necessário fazer um "test drive" para descobrir  se um casal é sexualmente compatível. Se você faz a sua parte e tem  certeza que é intelectual e emocionalmente compatível, não precisa se  preocupar sobre compatibilidade sexual. De todos os estudos feitos sobre  o divórcio, a incompatibilidade sexual jamais foi citada como o  principal motivo para as pessoas se divorciarem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Você fica com a pessoa errada porque não tem uma profunda conexão emocional com esta pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Para avaliar se você tem ou não uma profunda conexão emocional, pergunte: "Respeito e admiro esta pessoa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso  não significa: "Estou impressionado por esta pessoa?" Nós ficamos  impressionados por um Mercedes. Não respeitamos alguém porque tem um  Mercedes. Você deveria ficar impressionado pelas qualidades de  criatividade, lealdade, determinação, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pergunte também:  "Confio nesta pessoa?" Isso também significa: "Ele ou ela é  emocionalmente estável? Sinto que posso confiar nele/nela?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Você se envolve com a pessoa errada porque escolhe alguém com quem não se sente emocionalmente seguro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faça  a si mesmo as seguintes perguntas: Sinto-me calmo, relaxado e em paz  com esta pessoa? Posso ser inteiramente eu mesmo com ela? Esta pessoa  faz-me sentir bem comigo mesmo? Você tem um amigo realmente íntimo que o  faz sentir assim? Assegure-se que a pessoa com quem vai se casar faz  você sentir-se da mesma forma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De alguma maneira, você tem medo  desta pessoa? Você não deveria sentir que é preciso monitorar aquilo que  diz porque tem medo da reação da outra pessoa. Se você tem receio de  expressar abertamente seus sentimentos e opiniões, então há um problema  com o relacionamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um outro aspecto de sentir-se seguro é que  você não sente que a outra pessoa está tentando controlá-lo. Controlar  comportamentos é sinal de uma pessoa abusiva. Esteja atento para alguém  que está sempre tentando modificá-lo. Há uma grande diferença entre  "controlar" e "fazer sugestões." Uma sugestão é feita para seu  benefício; uma declaração de controle é feita para o benefício de outra  pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Você fica com a pessoa errada porque você não põe todas as cartas na mesa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo  aquilo que o aborrece no relacionamento deve ser trazido à baila para  discussão. Falar sobre aquilo que incomoda é a única forma de avaliar o  quão positivamente vocês se comunicam, negociam e trabalham juntos. No  decorrer de toda a vida, as dificuldades inevitavelmente surgirão. Você  precisa saber agora, antes de assumir um compromisso: Vocês conseguem  resolver suas diferenças e fazer concessões que sejam boas para ambas as  partes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca tenha receio de deixar a pessoa saber aquilo que o  incomoda. Esta é também uma maneira para você testar o quanto pode  ficar vulnerável perante esta pessoa. Se você não pode ser vulnerável,  então não pode ser íntimo. Os dois caminham juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TtaT3PrsXE/TuX0Ml7Gn9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Jd7AWiM1CAY/s1600/amor+cego+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TtaT3PrsXE/TuX0Ml7Gn9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Jd7AWiM1CAY/s200/amor+cego+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque usa o relacionamento para escapar de problemas pessoais e da infelicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Se  você é infeliz e solteiro, provavelmente será infeliz e casado, também.  O casamento não conserta problemas pessoais, psicológicos e emocionais.  Na melhor das hipóteses, o casamento apenas os exacerbará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se  você não está feliz consigo mesmo e com sua vida, aceite a  responsabilidade de consertá-la agora, enquanto está solteiro. Você se  sentirá melhor, e seu futuro cônjuge lhe agradecerá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Você escolhe a pessoa errada porque ele/ela está envolvido em um triângulo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estar  "triangulado" significa que a pessoa é emocionalmente dependente de  alguém ou de algo, ao mesmo tempo em que tenta desenvolver um outro  relacionamento. Uma pessoa que não se separou de seus pais é o exemplo  clássico de triangulação. As pessoas também podem estar trianguladas com  objetos, tais como o trabalho, drogas, a Internet, passatempos,  esportes ou dinheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assegure-se de que você e seu parceiro  estejam livres de triângulos. A pessoa apanhada em um triângulo não pode  estar emocionalmente disponível por completo para você. Você não será a  prioridade número um. E isso não é base para um casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Não lebmbro de onde tirei este texto mas achei muito interessante. Se alguém souber a autoria, é só informar através dos comentários pra eu pooder dar os créditos, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7296736998251675109?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7296736998251675109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7296736998251675109&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7296736998251675109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7296736998251675109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/amor-cego-x-casamento.html' title='AMOR CEGO X CASAMENTO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6MPetoaiic/TuX0SbJxD5I/AAAAAAAAA70/HkvXGGqL3t0/s72-c/amor+cego+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7598030582933230772</id><published>2011-12-19T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:31:44.451-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Carpenters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS - THE CARPENTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8mRXFgSEuE/TuXySzb2kVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/VUNFy1n-meg/s1600/dia-chuvoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8mRXFgSEuE/TuXySzb2kVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/VUNFy1n-meg/s320/dia-chuvoso.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself and feeling old&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd like to quit&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and Mondays always get me down&lt;br /&gt;What I've got they used to call the blues&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Walking around some kind of lonely clown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and Mondays always get me down&lt;br /&gt;Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know somebody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do&lt;br /&gt;To run and find the one who loves me&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is come and gone before&lt;br /&gt;No need to talk it out&lt;br /&gt;We know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around, nothing to do but frown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and Mondays always get me down&lt;br /&gt;Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Run and find the one who loves me&lt;br /&gt;Repeat&lt;br /&gt;Hangin around, nothing do to but frown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and Mondays always get me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7598030582933230772?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7598030582933230772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7598030582933230772&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7598030582933230772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7598030582933230772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainy-days-and-mondays-carpenters.html' title='RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS - THE CARPENTERS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8mRXFgSEuE/TuXySzb2kVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/VUNFy1n-meg/s72-c/dia-chuvoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-9194984346848802861</id><published>2011-12-18T08:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:01:01.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>desejos femininos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwi0bZUcvU8/TuXxlZSEsiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0eCZC9X9nG0/s1600/desejis+femininos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwi0bZUcvU8/TuXxlZSEsiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0eCZC9X9nG0/s200/desejis+femininos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- um lindo vestido tomara que caia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - uma calcinha tomara que tirem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - um sutiã tomara que sustente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - um absorvente tomara que não vase.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - uma meia tomara que não desfie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - um salto alto tomara que não aperte.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; -  novo namorado tomara que me ligue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - com algo bem grande que tomara que suba! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-9194984346848802861?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9194984346848802861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=9194984346848802861&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/9194984346848802861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/9194984346848802861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/desejos-femininos.html' title='desejos femininos'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwi0bZUcvU8/TuXxlZSEsiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0eCZC9X9nG0/s72-c/desejis+femininos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5257143694514814680</id><published>2011-12-17T08:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:15:01.458-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKfRYZhtbQ/TuXwqiluXZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/eVcpIjZ1W0I/s1600/freddie-mercury-dios-rock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKfRYZhtbQ/TuXwqiluXZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/eVcpIjZ1W0I/s200/freddie-mercury-dios-rock.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time for us&lt;br /&gt;There's no place for us&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing that builds our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Yet slips away from us&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;There's no chance for us&lt;br /&gt;It's all decided for us&lt;br /&gt;This world has only one sweet moment&lt;br /&gt;Set aside for us&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Who dares to love forever?&lt;br /&gt;When love must die&lt;br /&gt;But touch my tears with your lips&lt;br /&gt;Touch my world with your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;And we can have forever&lt;br /&gt;And we can love forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever is our today&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever is our today&lt;br /&gt;Who waits forever anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5257143694514814680?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5257143694514814680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5257143694514814680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5257143694514814680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5257143694514814680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-wants-to-live-forever-queen.html' title='WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyKfRYZhtbQ/TuXwqiluXZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/eVcpIjZ1W0I/s72-c/freddie-mercury-dios-rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7101458925806737983</id><published>2011-12-16T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:19:16.176-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>Relaxar é preciso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E como ninguém é de ferro, ontem a noite fui curtir um pouquinho de MPB, ao vivo, com o Sr. Perseverança. O local escolhido foi a &lt;a href="http://www.estacaodasdocas.com.br/"&gt;Estação das Docas&lt;/a&gt;, um dos pontos turísticos mais bonitos aqui de Belém. Se algum dia vocês vierem visitar a cidade, não podem deixar de conhecer. O lugar tem bons restaurantes, ambiente agradável, realmente vale a pena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQjrMJKqZnM/Tutbt1jdFHI/AAAAAAAABHc/DLGRWBuLUKE/s1600/estacao_das_docas_wide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQjrMJKqZnM/Tutbt1jdFHI/AAAAAAAABHc/DLGRWBuLUKE/s320/estacao_das_docas_wide.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mdS6T7TkTo/Tutbuh9QVsI/AAAAAAAABHk/Ab-vabLrZN4/s1600/EstacaoDasDocas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mdS6T7TkTo/Tutbuh9QVsI/AAAAAAAABHk/Ab-vabLrZN4/s320/EstacaoDasDocas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqmjZ_u9c8o/TutbvmbT13I/AAAAAAAABHs/6nn0nfJqR2Y/s1600/Estacao-Das-Docas-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqmjZ_u9c8o/TutbvmbT13I/AAAAAAAABHs/6nn0nfJqR2Y/s320/Estacao-Das-Docas-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MiErRHkEHo/TutbxYkLyeI/AAAAAAAABH0/-5TbGtBRANc/s1600/Estacao-das-Docas-03-Restaurantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MiErRHkEHo/TutbxYkLyeI/AAAAAAAABH0/-5TbGtBRANc/s320/Estacao-das-Docas-03-Restaurantes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0x7DwyqU4E/TutbzCzZbWI/AAAAAAAABH8/9w3Mp3WvgOw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0x7DwyqU4E/TutbzCzZbWI/AAAAAAAABH8/9w3Mp3WvgOw/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53oM-JxTUJI/TutbrC8x2JI/AAAAAAAABHE/7itLzoPQvVI/s1600/Estacao+das+Docas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53oM-JxTUJI/TutbrC8x2JI/AAAAAAAABHE/7itLzoPQvVI/s320/Estacao+das+Docas2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Estação das Docas à noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIXwezncSVs/TutfK32IY8I/AAAAAAAABIU/7x1W0X9KTYM/s1600/esta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIXwezncSVs/TutfK32IY8I/AAAAAAAABIU/7x1W0X9KTYM/s320/esta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_EMEIQjS54/TutfViVb9CI/AAAAAAAABJE/eyuYEhDEItk/s1600/esta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_EMEIQjS54/TutfViVb9CI/AAAAAAAABJE/eyuYEhDEItk/s320/esta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_15218348"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_15218349"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7101458925806737983?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7101458925806737983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7101458925806737983&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7101458925806737983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7101458925806737983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/relaxar-e-preciso.html' title='Relaxar é preciso!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQjrMJKqZnM/Tutbt1jdFHI/AAAAAAAABHc/DLGRWBuLUKE/s72-c/estacao_das_docas_wide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7018911143408428919</id><published>2011-12-16T09:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:12:00.058-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demis Roussos'/><title type='text'>FOREVER AND EVER - DEMIS ROUSSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZABXS3zY5io/TuXwLQ0BPzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/P0YbQkqtxTI/s1600/True-Love-Forever-Red-Rose-Wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZABXS3zY5io/TuXwLQ0BPzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/P0YbQkqtxTI/s200/True-Love-Forever-Red-Rose-Wallpaper.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;That shines in me like a morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my dream,&lt;br /&gt;My rainbow's end and the song I sing.&lt;br /&gt;Take me far beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true, my consolation.&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my spring,&lt;br /&gt;My symphony, my own lover's theme.&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Will follow you eternally.&lt;br /&gt;Take me far beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true, my consolation.&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;That shines in me like the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever, forever and ever my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Will follow you eternally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7018911143408428919?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7018911143408428919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7018911143408428919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7018911143408428919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7018911143408428919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/forever-and-ever-demis-roussos.html' title='FOREVER AND EVER - DEMIS ROUSSOS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZABXS3zY5io/TuXwLQ0BPzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/P0YbQkqtxTI/s72-c/True-Love-Forever-Red-Rose-Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-5935834415030567180</id><published>2011-12-16T07:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:42:42.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roupa Nova'/><title type='text'>MEU UNIVERSO É VOCÊ - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4Te7iIbPk0/TusgflWJIRI/AAAAAAAABGU/c8XuGWiwyO4/s1600/01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4Te7iIbPk0/TusgflWJIRI/AAAAAAAABGU/c8XuGWiwyO4/s200/01.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser mais que um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas por quê não me entende?&lt;br /&gt;Quando fica deprimida&lt;br /&gt;Choro com você...&lt;br /&gt;E me conta suas aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Os seus casos antigos&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico calado&lt;br /&gt;Finjo que não ligo&lt;br /&gt;Prá não te perder...&lt;br /&gt;Se me olhar no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver&lt;br /&gt;As tristes marcas&lt;br /&gt;No sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Merecer!...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo que talvez descubra&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente me corte&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe a sorte um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Traz você prá mim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei tudo sobre seu passado&lt;br /&gt;E dos passos errados&lt;br /&gt;Um amor maior&lt;br /&gt;É o meu presente&lt;br /&gt;Futuro é com você&lt;br /&gt;Se me olhar no olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Falar é pouco&lt;br /&gt;Prá quem quer mais...&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Merecer!...&lt;br /&gt;Se me olhar no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver&lt;br /&gt;As tristes marcas&lt;br /&gt;No sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Com toda força em mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro todo seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Merecer!...&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Merecer!...(2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-5935834415030567180?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5935834415030567180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=5935834415030567180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5935834415030567180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/5935834415030567180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-universo-e-voce-roupa-nova.html' title='MEU UNIVERSO É VOCÊ - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4Te7iIbPk0/TusgflWJIRI/AAAAAAAABGU/c8XuGWiwyO4/s72-c/01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-948970151867069019</id><published>2011-12-15T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:50:06.388-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoração'/><title type='text'>COISAS BONITAS E SONHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desde garotinha adoro rosa. Se eu pudesse (e meu dinheiro desse, rsrs) decoraria meu apartamento em tons de rosa e branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Idéias para minha sala de estar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHafM8lcO0o/Tun9811L8wI/AAAAAAAABB8/PMBkcr_E17I/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHafM8lcO0o/Tun9811L8wI/AAAAAAAABB8/PMBkcr_E17I/s200/01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pc5moE7uGws/Tun9_NdEaeI/AAAAAAAABCE/jG4m7Fkah30/s1600/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pc5moE7uGws/Tun9_NdEaeI/AAAAAAAABCE/jG4m7Fkah30/s200/02.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uIP6l3BRvI/Tun96xtuuII/AAAAAAAABB0/5-vyt3eyDX0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uIP6l3BRvI/Tun96xtuuII/AAAAAAAABB0/5-vyt3eyDX0/s200/001.JPG" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPx50ub_ykA/Tun-OcS0YhI/AAAAAAAABDU/tcl32xlWJhw/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPx50ub_ykA/Tun-OcS0YhI/AAAAAAAABDU/tcl32xlWJhw/s200/10.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para copa e cozinha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1kIw1e_rk/TuoIjBB-NcI/AAAAAAAABEc/bCfbcerykEo/s1600/Sala+jantar+pronta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1kIw1e_rk/TuoIjBB-NcI/AAAAAAAABEc/bCfbcerykEo/s200/Sala+jantar+pronta.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1npUJyIt8SM/Tun-IyLYGuI/AAAAAAAABCk/CLy87GX5XqI/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1npUJyIt8SM/Tun-IyLYGuI/AAAAAAAABCk/CLy87GX5XqI/s200/04.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LLibglQxEc/Tun-Vl6sGHI/AAAAAAAABEE/6Cuxmwihemg/s1600/17__79ideas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LLibglQxEc/Tun-Vl6sGHI/AAAAAAAABEE/6Cuxmwihemg/s200/17__79ideas.png" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OHxxo9GCAg/TuoCIse-5zI/AAAAAAAABEU/_BvUyYSuJPU/s1600/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OHxxo9GCAg/TuoCIse-5zI/AAAAAAAABEU/_BvUyYSuJPU/s1600/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E essas idéias para o quarto da filhota &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8o3xUVJACA/Tun-KiDnK8I/AAAAAAAABC0/jaZR6pHEuO8/s1600/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8o3xUVJACA/Tun-KiDnK8I/AAAAAAAABC0/jaZR6pHEuO8/s200/06.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iomzrJ-dW6k/Tun-RrWJPLI/AAAAAAAABDk/UxqNLnEntdU/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iomzrJ-dW6k/Tun-RrWJPLI/AAAAAAAABDk/UxqNLnEntdU/s200/13.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2un03BXsYrc/Tun-Q5r_fmI/AAAAAAAABDc/VAsvL9cb084/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2un03BXsYrc/Tun-Q5r_fmI/AAAAAAAABDc/VAsvL9cb084/s200/12.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-La-R1_JrpVg/Tun-H6AJIDI/AAAAAAAABCc/1hLtrURmY7Q/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-La-R1_JrpVg/Tun-H6AJIDI/AAAAAAAABCc/1hLtrURmY7Q/s320/03.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STQfV8ODRwE/Tun-NhAdVHI/AAAAAAAABDM/jrTQZWr5AKo/s1600/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STQfV8ODRwE/Tun-NhAdVHI/AAAAAAAABDM/jrTQZWr5AKo/s320/09.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso esquecer do meu quarto também, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6e6Uw2qzcw/Tun-MuQj9FI/AAAAAAAABDE/6TT0A5QRip4/s1600/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6e6Uw2qzcw/Tun-MuQj9FI/AAAAAAAABDE/6TT0A5QRip4/s320/08.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlKYs53Ru_Y/TuoIs8_UqvI/AAAAAAAABEk/pDn3gwUvGog/s1600/rel%25C3%25B3gio+com+pedrarias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlKYs53Ru_Y/TuoIs8_UqvI/AAAAAAAABEk/pDn3gwUvGog/s200/rel%25C3%25B3gio+com+pedrarias.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que tal esse banheiro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4pQOQyioeY/Tun-UNwdtgI/AAAAAAAABD8/EYXlr_qEoNI/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4pQOQyioeY/Tun-UNwdtgI/AAAAAAAABD8/EYXlr_qEoNI/s1600/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorei essa coleção de eletro domésticos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRS8GS0Uaog/Tun-SoIlGaI/AAAAAAAABDs/UvlvzVCvyMk/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRS8GS0Uaog/Tun-SoIlGaI/AAAAAAAABDs/UvlvzVCvyMk/s1600/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí? Não dá pra sonhar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-948970151867069019?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/948970151867069019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=948970151867069019&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/948970151867069019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/948970151867069019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisas-bonitas-e-sonhos.html' title='COISAS BONITAS E SONHOS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHafM8lcO0o/Tun9811L8wI/AAAAAAAABB8/PMBkcr_E17I/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-19186822969540670</id><published>2011-12-15T08:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:47:00.856-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celine Dion'/><title type='text'>IMMORTALITY - CELINE DION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYTRygeUYXM/TuXvc_8J7VI/AAAAAAAAA68/GeVAPkBvWS4/s1600/Celine+Dion+Immortality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYTRygeUYXM/TuXvc_8J7VI/AAAAAAAAA68/GeVAPkBvWS4/s320/Celine+Dion+Immortality.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is who I am,&lt;br /&gt;And this is all I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I must choose to live,&lt;br /&gt;For all that I can give,&lt;br /&gt;The spark that makes the power grow&lt;br /&gt;And I will stand for my dream if I can,&lt;br /&gt;Symbol of my faith in who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But you are my only,&lt;br /&gt;And I must follow on the road that lies ahead,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let my heart control my head,&lt;br /&gt;But you are my only&lt;br /&gt;And we don't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;We don't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;And I know what I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;Immortality&lt;br /&gt;I make my journey through eternity&lt;br /&gt;I keep the memory of you and me inside&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill your destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Is there within the child,&lt;br /&gt;My storm will never end,&lt;br /&gt;My fate is on the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The king of hearts, the joker's wild,&lt;br /&gt;But we don't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make them all remember me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I have found a dream that must come true,&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of me must see it though,&lt;br /&gt;But you are my only&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't have a role for love to play,&lt;br /&gt;Hand over my heart I'll find my way,&lt;br /&gt;I will make them give to me&lt;br /&gt;Immortality&lt;br /&gt;There is a vision and a fire in me&lt;br /&gt;I keep the memory of you and me, inside&lt;br /&gt;And we don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And what else we may do&lt;br /&gt;We don't say, goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-19186822969540670?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/19186822969540670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=19186822969540670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/19186822969540670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/19186822969540670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/immortality-celine-dion.html' title='IMMORTALITY - CELINE DION'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYTRygeUYXM/TuXvc_8J7VI/AAAAAAAAA68/GeVAPkBvWS4/s72-c/Celine+Dion+Immortality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-7227658555805135779</id><published>2011-12-14T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:54:09.329-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>15º dia: Tempestade em copo d'água?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvT53B_ZGN4/TuiPffs4qvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/e7quGiAlqOY/s1600/radicalchic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvT53B_ZGN4/TuiPffs4qvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/e7quGiAlqOY/s1600/radicalchic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez eu estaja fazendo tempestade em copo d'água, mas não sou muito amiga de mudanças, confesso. A iminência de assumir uma tarefa sem estar "&lt;u&gt;azul de saber o que fazer&lt;/u&gt;" não me agrada muito mas desafios também são bons pra provarmos a os mesmos que podemos mais do que pensamos. É bom se surpreender positivamente consigo mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto ao Sr. Perseverança, esses dias não tenho sido uma boa namorada. Acho que a mistura de pressão profissional com correria de fim de ano (&lt;i&gt;viajo na terça-feira pra Fortaleza e só volto dia 02 de janeiro&lt;/i&gt;) não ajudaram a fazer de mim uma pessoa calma e meiga com ele. Sei que estou errada agindo assim mas às vezes parece ser mais forte do que eu.&amp;nbsp; Sem contar que algumas atitudes dele me irritam muito (&lt;i&gt;e eu sou facilmente irritável, me irrito com quase tudo, parece uma TPM constante, rs)&lt;/i&gt; então eu posso dizer que ele tambémnão tem se ajudado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fato é que conversamos hoje de manhã e provavelmente as coisas voltarão aos seus eixos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miha RA capenga, teve uma vitória bem pequenininha ontem: Deixei de comer um monte de queijo derretido empanado no açúcar com canela ontem a noite (&lt;i&gt;adoro!&lt;/i&gt;). Devia ter uns duzentos gramas de queijo ali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas como quem nasceu pra empregada nunca chega a ser madame, hoje de manhã já escorreguei num pratinho de massa folhada coberta com suspiro e goiabada (&lt;i&gt;gente, que pecado esse doce!&lt;/i&gt;). Engraçado é que quando não estou de dieta, nunca aparece ninguém trazendo doces pra mim, mas se eu inventar de emagrecer, é impressionante: &lt;b&gt;Sempre aparece um cristão pra me trazer doces&lt;/b&gt;. Hoje foi a vizinha que me deu esse pratinho.E eu nem preciso dizer pra ninguém que estou controlando a boca. Parece que esse povo advinha, eu hein....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso ligar pra inha mãe mais tarde e comprar lembranças pra ela e minhas duas tias. Preciso também ir à imobiliária pra segurar o apê novo onde quero morar ano que vem (&lt;i&gt;já vi que esse ano não vai dar pra fazera mudança, vai ficar pra 2012 mesmo&lt;/i&gt;). O melhor é que fica a menos de uma quadra da nova escola da filhota. Ela quase não vai precisar andar e isso me deixa mais tranquila. Também não fica muito longe do meu trabalho e dá até pra ir andando. Perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que vocês também consigam conciliar todos os afazeres dessa época. Parece que essa correria deixa todo mundo meio louco mas não tem jeito: Gosto muito das festividades de fim de ano. Felicidades a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-7227658555805135779?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7227658555805135779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=7227658555805135779&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7227658555805135779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/7227658555805135779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/15-dia-tempestade-em-copo-dagua.html' title='15º dia: Tempestade em copo d&apos;água?'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvT53B_ZGN4/TuiPffs4qvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/e7quGiAlqOY/s72-c/radicalchic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6909141703870206539</id><published>2011-12-14T09:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:03:01.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUL9Sk5TDM/TuXumkeGppI/AAAAAAAAA60/1jOW3GPlRm4/s1600/O+homem+do+guarda-chuva%2528Yves+Lorson%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUL9Sk5TDM/TuXumkeGppI/AAAAAAAAA60/1jOW3GPlRm4/s200/O+homem+do+guarda-chuva%2528Yves+Lorson%2529.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, let's go&lt;br /&gt;Steve walks warily down the street&lt;br /&gt;With his brim pulled way down low&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet&lt;br /&gt;Machine guns ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, hey are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the beat yeah&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust (2x)&lt;br /&gt;And another one gone and another one gone&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm gonna get you too&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I'm going to get along&lt;br /&gt;Without you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You took me for everything that I had&lt;br /&gt;And kicked me out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy, are you satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;How long can you stand the heat&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the beat look out&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust (2x)&lt;br /&gt;And another one gone and another one gone&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm gonna get you too&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh take it, bite the dust, bite the dust&lt;br /&gt;Hey, another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust, ow&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust, hah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shoot out&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man&lt;br /&gt;And bring him to the ground&lt;br /&gt;You can beat him, you can cheat him&lt;br /&gt;You can treat him bad and leave him&lt;br /&gt;When he's down&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready yes I'm ready for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;Repeating to the sound of the beat&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust (2x)&lt;br /&gt;And another one gone and another one gone&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm gonna get you too&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Shoot out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6909141703870206539?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6909141703870206539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6909141703870206539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6909141703870206539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6909141703870206539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-one-bites-dust-queen.html' title='ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuUL9Sk5TDM/TuXumkeGppI/AAAAAAAAA60/1jOW3GPlRm4/s72-c/O+homem+do+guarda-chuva%2528Yves+Lorson%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4655596549661125886</id><published>2011-12-13T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:51:35.842-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>11°,12°, 13° e 14° dias: Muita pressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aí que a minha RA está indo meio capenga, mas está indo. Não desisti não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo é queestá tão corrido que não consigo encaixar uma caminhadinha que seja. Ainda vou mudar de apartamento (talvez ainda essa semana) e estou providenciando outra escola pra minha filhota. Sem contar que preciso levá-la pra realizar os exames que o pediatra pediu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E em janeiro vou ficar no lugar de um colega mas ainda estou aprendendo o serviço dele. Fico pensando se vou conseguir dar conta do recado a contento, mas seja o que Deus quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como é o trabalho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AYfGjfZabM/TudqXyspXQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7TLJ-13S2ko/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AYfGjfZabM/TudqXyspXQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7TLJ-13S2ko/s320/01.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;É assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E aí? Deu pra sentir a pressão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4655596549661125886?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4655596549661125886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4655596549661125886&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4655596549661125886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4655596549661125886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/1112-13-e-14-dias-muita-pressao.html' title='11°,12°, 13° e 14° dias: Muita pressão'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AYfGjfZabM/TudqXyspXQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7TLJ-13S2ko/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-8946234974899155923</id><published>2011-12-13T08:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:51:00.558-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Carpenters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - THE CARPENTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yRYG9VZXj0/TuXtVZV5ypI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zA1dKvbyDPM/s1600/pensando1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yRYG9VZXj0/TuXtVZV5ypI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zA1dKvbyDPM/s320/pensando1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I'd listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;When they played I'd sing along&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile&lt;br /&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;br /&gt;And not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;How I wondered where they'd gone&lt;br /&gt;But they're back again&lt;br /&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;All the songs I loved so well&lt;br /&gt;(*) Every Sha-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Every Wo-wo-wo&lt;br /&gt;Still shines&lt;br /&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;That they're starting to sing's&lt;br /&gt;So fine&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where he's breakin' her heart&lt;br /&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' back on how it was&lt;br /&gt;In years gone by&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;br /&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed&lt;br /&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to then&lt;br /&gt;And I'd memorize each word&lt;br /&gt;Those old melodies&lt;br /&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;br /&gt;As they melt the years away&lt;br /&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;br /&gt;All my best memories&lt;br /&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;br /&gt;Some can even make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more&lt;br /&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-8946234974899155923?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8946234974899155923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=8946234974899155923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8946234974899155923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/8946234974899155923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday-once-more-carpenters.html' title='YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - THE CARPENTERS'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yRYG9VZXj0/TuXtVZV5ypI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zA1dKvbyDPM/s72-c/pensando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6070409281257792429</id><published>2011-12-12T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:01:49.765-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>A Malabarista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJhMNQY1rW8/TuZOdeYDWEI/AAAAAAAAA98/M-d2l2MNnqY/s1600/mestre-do-malabarismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJhMNQY1rW8/TuZOdeYDWEI/AAAAAAAAA98/M-d2l2MNnqY/s200/mestre-do-malabarismo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem dias que a gente amanhece assim, meio aborrecida, meio que sem saber o que fazer da vida. Ressacas dos desentendimentos do dia anterior. E pra completar, algumas surpresas ainda caem do nada, no colo da gente, e nos deixam meio que sem ação e sem saber se virão coisas boas ou ruins ao nosso encontro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outras vezes, as situações fogem ao nosso controle e te deixam com vontade de esfolar uns e outros que poderiam ter facilitado muito as coisas não fosse o maldito instinto de estarem sempre insistindo em demarcações de território ilógicas e irreais, além de totalmente desnecessárias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nisso, fico eu , muito p*t@ da vida tentando equilibrar egos, como se dependesse de mim o equilibrio do mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vocês já tiveram vontade de mandar duas pessoas se ferrarem e te esquecerem. É o que me dá vontade, de vez em quando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como homem é difícil, viu...&lt;/div&gt;Porque é que eu ainda insisto com esses seres do sexo masculino, meu Deus?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6070409281257792429?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6070409281257792429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6070409281257792429&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6070409281257792429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6070409281257792429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/malabarista.html' title='A Malabarista'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJhMNQY1rW8/TuZOdeYDWEI/AAAAAAAAA98/M-d2l2MNnqY/s72-c/mestre-do-malabarismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6003027338735103591</id><published>2011-12-12T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:48:22.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>I WANT TO BREAK FREE - QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1EG0eDZXeU/TuZac1G36-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sb7zaxAxxlE/s1600/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1EG0eDZXeU/TuZac1G36-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sb7zaxAxxlE/s200/02.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;You're so self satisfied I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I want to break free.&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I've fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free.&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to, living without, living without,&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone, hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows, got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want, I want, I want to break free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6003027338735103591?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6003027338735103591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6003027338735103591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6003027338735103591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6003027338735103591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-break-free-queen.html' title='I WANT TO BREAK FREE - QUEEN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1EG0eDZXeU/TuZac1G36-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sb7zaxAxxlE/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4128740903481165637</id><published>2011-12-12T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:46:52.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música PT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralamas do Sucesso'/><title type='text'>MEU ERRO - PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urm1J06uGgw/TuZaAI3shzI/AAAAAAAAA-E/M1iz0m8oDIk/s1600/tumblr_l7zmr7BcdG1qdvjl8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urm1J06uGgw/TuZaAI3shzI/AAAAAAAAA-E/M1iz0m8oDIk/s200/tumblr_l7zmr7BcdG1qdvjl8o1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis dizer&lt;br /&gt;Você não quis escutar&lt;br /&gt;Agora não peça&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça promessas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero te ver&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber&lt;br /&gt;O que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer&lt;br /&gt;Que estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Bastaria!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo querendo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheço os seus passos&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os seus erros&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Então não me chame&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe pra trás...&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber&lt;br /&gt;O que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer&lt;br /&gt;Que estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Bastaria!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo querendo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheço os seus passos&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os seus erros&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Então não me chame&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe pra trás...&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber&lt;br /&gt;O que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer&lt;br /&gt;Que estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Bastaria!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone jamais... (3x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4128740903481165637?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4128740903481165637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4128740903481165637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4128740903481165637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4128740903481165637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-erro-paralamas-do-sucesso.html' title='MEU ERRO - PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urm1J06uGgw/TuZaAI3shzI/AAAAAAAAA-E/M1iz0m8oDIk/s72-c/tumblr_l7zmr7BcdG1qdvjl8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6742300143492212608</id><published>2011-12-12T14:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:57:53.980-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>Boas Vindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT2UoGAaflE/TuZAVwi19oI/AAAAAAAAA90/d1BeZDx-JhI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT2UoGAaflE/TuZAVwi19oI/AAAAAAAAA90/d1BeZDx-JhI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindas ao meu cantinho: Fabi Godart, Sheyla Xavier, Maria e Cristin.&lt;br /&gt;É com muita alegria que as recebo aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6742300143492212608?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6742300143492212608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6742300143492212608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6742300143492212608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6742300143492212608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/boas-vindas.html' title='Boas Vindas!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT2UoGAaflE/TuZAVwi19oI/AAAAAAAAA90/d1BeZDx-JhI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2226327530964971057</id><published>2011-12-12T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:00:30.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Carta de demissão falsa e verdadeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbJPnJT36wc/TuXqKD2wppI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ReBzGAWEGis/s1600/acordo-quebrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbJPnJT36wc/TuXqKD2wppI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ReBzGAWEGis/s200/acordo-quebrado.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prezados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Malditos Energúmenos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Escravos),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1..Chegou a minha vez de me despedir de todos vocês com muita tristeza. Os últimos anos foram magníficos no desenvolvimento da minha carreira, mas é hora de partir em busca de novos desafios profissionais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1(.Estou caindo fora desta merd@("3,14")…ufa! que felicidade. Após anos de exploração sem sentido, baixo salário e horas-extras não remuneradas, finalmente consegui arrumar um emprego melhor que este (o que não quer dizer grande coisa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2..Gostaria de deixar meus agradecimentos a todas as pessoas que de alguma forma me ajudaram durante todos estes anos. Sei que posso acabar esquecendo alguém, mas algumas delas merecem uma saudação a parte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2(Abaixo segue a lista das pessoas que transformaram a minha vida num inferno durante todos estes anos. Existem muitos outros filhos da puta, mas não consigo lembrar o nome de todos os safados:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3..Em especial fica um forte abraço para o Teixeira, meu chefe ao longo desta jornada, pelo aprendizado, dicas e também broncas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3(..Filho da puta-mór do Telebicha, maldito corno, jamais cumpriu sequer uma das promessas que me fez. Sempre de mau humor, consegue a todo o momento desmotivar a equipe com sua incompetência e métodos pré-históricos de trabalho.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4..Para toda a equipe da Área de Pessoal, em especial para a Rita, pela simpatia, disposição em resolver meus problemas e também por ter me selecionado (hehe);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4(..A vaca do RH, mau comida, pela cara de bosta cotidiana e clara insatisfação em ajudar quem quer que seja. Verdadeira bosta ambulante, além de chata pra caral...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5..A toda competente equipe de TI, que prontamente solucionaram inúmeros problemas em nosso sistema;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5(..Às incompetentes da área de sistema, que demoram uma eternidade pra resolver qualquer problema em nossas máquinas, e normalmente o fazem com cara feia e má vontade.(Filhas da Puta) QUE TIRARAM A NOSSA INTERNET e ainda ficam monitorando o que a gente faz no computador)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6..A equipe do nosso escritório Regional de Curitiba, pela ajuda com nossos eventos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6(..Aos sanguessugas do escritório regional, incapazes de resolver qualquer problema por conta própria, me fizeram perder inúmeros finais de semana para ajudar em cagadas que eles criaram. Jumentos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7..Fica aqui o meu grande abraço para todos vocês, pelas risadas, happy-hours, problemas resolvidos e desafios enfrentados. Tenho orgulho de ter feito parte desta família maravilhosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7(..Adeus para todos. Bando de jericos. Chega de fofoca, baixo nível, picuinha e palhaçada. Tenho vergonha de ter feito parte desse bando de indivíduos escrotos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8..Sei que conversaremos em breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8(..Nunca mais quero ver a cara de nenhum, de vocês. Espero que nunca sequer me telefonem. Bando de putos e babacas. Quero mais é distância dessa porra aqui.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9..Abraços!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9(..Vão todos tomar no c*! Ah, quer saber? Vão todos é se f#der("3,14") com o diabo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10..Abraços a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10(..Dedus Erectus a todos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Essa também foi recebida por e-mail e fico pensando com que frequência isso acontece, rsrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2226327530964971057?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2226327530964971057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2226327530964971057&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2226327530964971057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2226327530964971057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/carta-de-demissao-falsa-e-verdadeira.html' title='Carta de demissão falsa e verdadeira'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbJPnJT36wc/TuXqKD2wppI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ReBzGAWEGis/s72-c/acordo-quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-4126076160150124556</id><published>2011-12-12T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:40:07.816-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shania Twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra de música EN'/><title type='text'>MAN, I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN -  SHANIA TWAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;    &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbqeTYWS-c/TuYEDUsOi1I/AAAAAAAAA80/8x-hA0OkbTw/s1600/shania+twuain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbqeTYWS-c/TuYEDUsOi1I/AAAAAAAAA80/8x-hA0OkbTw/s200/shania+twuain.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Girls!&lt;br /&gt;C'mon&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;gonna let it all hang out&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make some noise&lt;br /&gt;really raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wanna scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;No inhibitions, make no conditions&lt;br /&gt;get a little, outta line&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna act, politically correct&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts, short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action&lt;br /&gt;feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;color my hair, do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;yeah! to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;The girls need a break&lt;br /&gt;tonight we're gonna take&lt;br /&gt;The chance to get out on the town&lt;br /&gt;We don't need romance&lt;br /&gt;we only wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna let our hair hang down&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts, short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action&lt;br /&gt;feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;color my hair, do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;yeah! to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;Fun!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts, short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action&lt;br /&gt;feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;color my hair, do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;yeah! to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;I get totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come on baby&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-4126076160150124556?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4126076160150124556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=4126076160150124556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4126076160150124556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/4126076160150124556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-i-feel-like-woman-shania-twain.html' title='MAN, I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN -  SHANIA TWAIN'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbqeTYWS-c/TuYEDUsOi1I/AAAAAAAAA80/8x-hA0OkbTw/s72-c/shania+twuain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-2983114113072165489</id><published>2011-12-11T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:50:00.437-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>COISAS QUE SÓ  UMA MULHER CONSEGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPab09n_3I/TqrlSOB8DaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/U3arhl7vNak/s1600/mulherzinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPab09n_3I/TqrlSOB8DaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/U3arhl7vNak/s1600/mulherzinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1 - Fingir naturalidade durante um exame ginecológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2 - Usar o poder de uma calça jeans para rediagramar a estrutura do corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3 - Ter crise conjugal, crise existencial, crise de identidade e crise de nervos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4 - Ser mãe solteira, mãe casada, mãe separada, mãe do marido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5 - Lavar a calcinha no chuveiro. E depois pendurá-la na torneira, para horror do sexo masculino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6 - Rasgar a meia na entrada da festa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7 - Sentir-se pronta para conquistar o mundo, quando está usando um batom novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;8 - Chorar no banheiro, e ficar se olhando no espelho para ver qual melhor ângulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;9 - Achar que o seu relacionamento acabou, e depois descobrir que era tudo tensão pré-menstrual. (Esta é perfeita!!!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;10 - Nunca saber se é para dividir a conta, ou se é para ficar meiguinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;11 - Dizer não, para ele insistir bastante, e aí ter que dizer sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Brincadeirinha, meninas, rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;recebi por e-mail, achei engraçado e quis compartilhar com vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Tenham um bom dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff950e; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-2983114113072165489?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2983114113072165489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=2983114113072165489&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2983114113072165489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/2983114113072165489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisas-que-so-uma-mulher-consegue.html' title='COISAS QUE SÓ  UMA MULHER CONSEGUE'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPab09n_3I/TqrlSOB8DaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/U3arhl7vNak/s72-c/mulherzinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-3595655706363218116</id><published>2011-12-10T07:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:05:00.506-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>TIRINHA DO DHAMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26N4uZUoxZk/Tphr-vs7v7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/rzVaPSpAmS8/s1600/tirinhadahmerse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26N4uZUoxZk/Tphr-vs7v7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/rzVaPSpAmS8/s400/tirinhadahmerse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-3595655706363218116?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3595655706363218116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=3595655706363218116&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3595655706363218116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/3595655706363218116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/tirinha-do-dhamer.html' title='TIRINHA DO DHAMER'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26N4uZUoxZk/Tphr-vs7v7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/rzVaPSpAmS8/s72-c/tirinhadahmerse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-6804257757326994027</id><published>2011-12-09T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:03:45.006-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de mim'/><title type='text'>Minha Cartinha ao Papai Noel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3E4rgq47i0/TuI-DV8KAzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VKtdadQqn5Q/s1600/papai-noel-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3E4rgq47i0/TuI-DV8KAzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VKtdadQqn5Q/s320/papai-noel-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Querido Papai Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano estou escrevendo com antecedência,  pois tenho percebido que organização não é seu forte e quero que o  senhor tenha tempo de preparar tudo certinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe-me, mas  este ano não tenho a menor intenção de ser humilde, pensar no próximo,  ser caridosa etc. Vou pedir sem miséria, pois estou de saco cheio de ser  delicada em meus pedidos e receber migalhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, segue minha  lista, e posso assegurar que muitas outras mulheres irão gostar, de  modo que o senhor pode requisitar tudo no atacado para baratear os  custos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo que não haja limite nos cartões  de crédito e que exista um código especial para fazer compras, de  maneira que a fatura seja automaticamente zerada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero um homem de verdade, mas, fala sério, Papai Noel, não me traga imitações! Diga NÃO à pirataria! Chega de genéricos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero um dispositivo instalado no umbigo que jogue fora toda a gordura consumida, desinflando os pneuzinhos automaticamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Quero também um aspirador gigante, com detector de canalhas, de modo  que se algum deles se aproximar, seja imediatamente sugado, triturado e  reduzido a pó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não quero me depilar nunca mais! Ou o senhor faz  a moda pedir pernas, axilas, buço e virilha cabeludas, ou suma de vez  com todos os pelos indesejados de meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero um chocolate que elimine a celulite e hidrate a pele ao ser ingerido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero um serviço de manicure/pedicure definitivo, que dure para sempre, como se tivesse acabado de fazer, e mude automaticamente a cor do esmalte, ao meu bel-prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Meu marido, noivo, namorado ou ficante, deve adivinhar todos os meus  desejos, e toda vez que se aproximar de mim deve dizer o quanto sou  linda, inteligente e especial. Que me traga presentes e trate bem da  minha família e da minha filha, e ainda adivinhe quando for a hora de sumir, quando eu  estiver sensível ou com TPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um presente ideal seria uma gravidez que durasse apenas dois dias e um parto indolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para o ciclo menstrual, vou ser camarada: peço que dure 1 hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Também gostaria de um botãozinho que eu pudesse apertar quando quisesse ser fértil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Quero roupas que sofram uma metamorfose de acordo com as tendências e  as estações, com tecidos auto-limpantes e auto-passantes e auto guardantes que é pra eu não ficar tendo trabalho de arrumar quarto e guarda-roupas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se um  homem se atrever a me trair, ou estiver mentindo, que uma luz vermelha  se acenda em seu nariz, como aquela sua rena, e que logo em seguida ele  confesse tudo o que fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero uns comprimidos que alterem  automaticamente cor, comprimento e textura do cabelo, permitindo os mais  variados penteados, que possam voltar ao normal no momento em que eu  assim desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vou pedir novamente um suprimento infinito de  sapatos, bolsas, cosméticos e jóias, já que minhas solicitações  anteriores foram esquecidas. E quero também um espaço auto-organizante,  que acomode tudo automaticamente sem a minha presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vou  pedir de novo: me mande um robozinho que limpe, lave, passe, cozinhe e  toque música, que não falte ao serviço, não tenha folga semanal, não  peça aumento e não acabe com o sabão em pó em uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bumbum, peitos e coxas, tudo com botõezinhos que inflem e desinflem e adquiram firmeza, segundo a ocasião, a situação e as minhas intenções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que abdominais sejam coisas que possamos comprar prontas no supermercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero 150 de QI e 50 de cintura, não o contrário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai  Noel, meu fofinho, espero que não seja muito complicado para o senhor  atender minha listinha. Afinal, não estou fazendo nenhum pedido absurdo,  não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos veremos no final de dezembro, mas se conseguir terminar tudo antes, melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecipadamente fico-lhe muito grata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;recebi por e-mail, mas não é que deu certinho com meus desejos? kkkk&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-6804257757326994027?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6804257757326994027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=6804257757326994027&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6804257757326994027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/6804257757326994027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-cartinha-ao-papai-noel.html' title='Minha Cartinha ao Papai Noel!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3E4rgq47i0/TuI-DV8KAzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VKtdadQqn5Q/s72-c/papai-noel-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110660747719402759.post-1780551046945640487</id><published>2011-12-09T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:06:48.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RA e AF'/><title type='text'>9° e 10º Dias: Não resisti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy7fdlAhCPk/TuIHLf-APFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IGpIUtLfkHk/s1600/T_feliz_Emagreci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy7fdlAhCPk/TuIHLf-APFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IGpIUtLfkHk/s200/T_feliz_Emagreci.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso mesmo, não resisti. Vi uma balança dando sopa e quando vi, recebi uma boa notícia: &lt;b&gt;79,3 Kg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais de meio quilo em dois dias dá pra deixar qualquer uma feliz, não dá não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar das jacadinhas, o simples fato de eu estar fazendo opções mais saudáveis, bebendo mais água e reduzindo aos poucos as quantidades, já começou a dar resultados. Sei que ainda preciso perder quase vinte quilos mas tudo tem de ter um começo. E de um em um eu vou chegar lá;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu café da manhã de hoje foi café com leite desnatado e adoçante, mais meia cenoura (&lt;i&gt;é que eu estava fazendo o almoço, sobrou esse pedacinho e eu comi, rs&lt;/i&gt;). Complementei esse café quando cheguei no trabalho tomando uma sopinha light daquelas instantâneas e lanchei uma salada de fruta sem creme de leite e sem leite condensado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou pedir uma comida de verdade para o almoço e dependendo das opções do rerstaurante, há de ser algo mais leve que os pastéis e coxinhas que eu costumava comer nesse horário, rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que minha dieta ainda está longe do ideal, mas aos poucos vou me adaptando a ingerir menos alimento, e me alimentarei com mais qualidade. É apenas questão de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zA45OOiL_M/TuIJMAf8JJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4bhkAOcSqlY/s1600/DSC_0870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zA45OOiL_M/TuIJMAf8JJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4bhkAOcSqlY/s200/DSC_0870.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edição de Post:&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO PRESTO!&lt;br /&gt;É só alguém me acenar com um biscoitinho de castanha-do-pará que a gulosa aqui come metade do pote. Não podia ter sido só uns dois ou três, não? Tinha que devorar quase cem grams, sua louca?&lt;br /&gt;Ai que raicva que eu tô de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos meu almoço foi parecido com o de uma pessoa normal: Macarrão, Feijão, Frango ao molho branco (&lt;i&gt;eu disse que tinha sido parecidocom gente normal, não que tinha sido light&lt;/i&gt;) em uma quantidade razoável. Deu vontade de repetir mas eu resisti, pois já estava satisfeita. Só queria comer mais porque tava gostoso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Pra sobremesa, comprei uma salada de fruta mas ainda nãotive vontade de comer.&lt;br /&gt;E pra completar meus lindos dez copos de água por dia, só faltam mais seis. Quatro já foram. Meu desafio dessa semana vai ser tomar essa águua e comer três frutas por dia. Contando cada salada como uma fruta, só faltam duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OE0-6-2V_Qk/TuIyBo3cu2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/H7vc21Q8fOQ/s1600/euquero%255B1%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OE0-6-2V_Qk/TuIyBo3cu2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/H7vc21Q8fOQ/s1600/euquero%255B1%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei que consigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7110660747719402759-1780551046945640487?l=baudakinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1780551046945640487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7110660747719402759&amp;postID=1780551046945640487&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1780551046945640487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7110660747719402759/posts/default/1780551046945640487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baudakinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-e-10-dias-nao-resisti.html' title='9° e 10º Dias: Não resisti!'/><author><name>Kinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12023468613208624356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1lDWOfisMw/TjcCyTlwXHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fX3RdEnOxak/s220/foto0784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy7fdlAhCPk/TuIHLf-APFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IGpIUtLfkHk/s72-c/T_feliz_Emagreci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
