<?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-3172462</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:56.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da Nanda</title><subtitle type='html'>Novidades da net, coisas da vida e uma espécie de janela.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>838</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-109396150478764052</id><published>2004-08-31T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:11:44.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por uma boa causaFico tanto tempo sem escrever aqui que, quando volto, tem que ser por uma boa causa. Ou, como neste caso, por um excelente post. Vale fazer uma visita ao blog da Bia Badaud e dar uma lida neste excelente post, que dou uma canja abaixo:"O que não pode é o PT querer capitalizar o fato de ter sido o 'melhor desempenho do Brasil em uma Olimpíada'. (...) Não foi o Brasil que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/109396150478764052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/109396150478764052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396150478764052' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-109085095543575111</id><published>2004-07-26T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:09:15.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A formiguinha e o elefante Um certo dia a formiguinha estava atolada na areia movediça, quase morrendo. O elefante avista a cena  e tenta a todo custo salvá-la. Joga a pata e ela não consegue alcançá-la.  Joga a tromba e nada... Joga o rabinho e nada... Então ele pensou:  Vou jogar a maior parte do meu corpo:  o meu pintão.  Dito e feito.  O elefante jogou seu pintão  e a formiguinha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/109085095543575111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/109085095543575111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085095543575111' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108722727396770531</id><published>2004-06-14T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:34:33.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O único fracasso é escrever malArtigo de Chico Lopes para a Nova-e.A vaidade é, na verdade, o pior inimigo dos escritores. E é um inimigo insidioso, porque é pouco reconhecido como inimigo, e, portanto, repelido. Na procura de holofotes, o sujeito se esquece que a arte é feita lá atrás, no silêncio, na obscuridade, no trabalho sem “personalismos”. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108722727396770531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108722727396770531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722727396770531' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108722055875399300</id><published>2004-06-14T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:42:38.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Festa Junina na Granja do TortoE chega a hora de dançar a quadrilha:- Olha a cobra!- É mentira!anarriê- Olha a chuva!- É mentira!anarriê- SALÁRIO-MÍNIMO DE 350 REAIS!...Silêncio no arraiá, até que alguém emenda:- É mentira!anarriêE segue em paz a festa junina de Lula...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108722055875399300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108722055875399300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722055875399300' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108446259329220646</id><published>2004-05-13T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T12:38:20.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deu no Ancelmo de hoje, mas eu, sinceramente, não acredito...Viva o Méier!Hoje, dia do seu 115 aniversário, o Méier, no Rio, vai ganhar um presente. A Associação de Moradores venceu uma velha batalha. O Imperator, que perigava virar igreja, vai ser transformado no maior centro cultural do subúrbio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108446259329220646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108446259329220646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446259329220646' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108334143138414996</id><published>2004-04-30T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T13:13:38.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece piada, mas não éTubulação da CEDAE estoura no Rio e carro afunda em buraco.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108334143138414996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108334143138414996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334143138414996' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108333437232139965</id><published>2004-04-30T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:15:59.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dica de Bia BadaudE como receita de médico a gente não discute, aí vai:Instruções:1. Pegue o livro mais próximo de você; 2. Abra o livro na página 23; 3. Ache a quinta frase; 4. Poste o texto em seu blog junto com estas instruções.E aí vai o trecho do meu livro. Estou lendo pelo grande interesse que tenho pelo assunto e que, por isso mesmo, já faz parte da bibliografia da minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108333437232139965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108333437232139965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333437232139965' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108212836631380136</id><published>2004-04-16T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:15:39.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(((Silent Moment)))Gente, este flog é tudo de bom. Imagens lindas e de um bom gosto incrível!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108212836631380136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108212836631380136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212836631380136' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108135526390333200</id><published>2004-04-07T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T13:30:27.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vamos ao trabalhoAi, ninguém merece trabalhar na quinta-feira santa... Sei que não é feriado e tal, mas bem que eu achei que rolaria uma folga...Mas, não rolou. Então, vamos ao trabalho!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108135526390333200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108135526390333200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135526390333200' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108134856444588722</id><published>2004-04-07T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:40:51.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doe leite!Clique aqui e ajude, doando 50 ml de leite a quem precisa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108134856444588722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108134856444588722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134856444588722' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108056888446251209</id><published>2004-03-29T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:03:59.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coisa de loucoTem umas coisas que eu não entendo. De vez em quando eu fico com umas músicas nada a ver na cabeça... Há umas duas semanas eu não conseguia parar de cantar "Musa do verão", do Felipe Dylon, entoando até a parte do corinho "éééééé, a musa do verão, calor no coração..."Essa semana não me sai essa aqui de baixo. E não adianta, quando toca no rádio e-u-n-ã-o-c-o-n-s-i-g-o, trocar de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108056888446251209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108056888446251209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056888446251209' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-108031957819720338</id><published>2004-03-26T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:51:32.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só um comentário para a "Paixão de Cristo", de Mel Gibson: desnecessário.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108031957819720338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/108031957819720338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031957819720338' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107961645255251222</id><published>2004-03-18T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T10:29:56.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E viva Zeca Pagodinho!Está ótima a coluna de hoje da Córa. Vale a leitura e uma pequena amostra eheh:Zeca Pagodinho, a Luma da semanaNão sei se um atentado a uma marca de cerveja merece tanto auê, mas uma coisa é certa: ninguém agüentava mais falar na Luma! Com mais uma semana de papo sobre a gravidez da Luma, o casamento da Luma, a coleira da Luma, a calcinha da Luma, o divórcio da Luma, os</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107961645255251222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107961645255251222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961645255251222' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107893553112356029</id><published>2004-03-10T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:21:07.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém me salve, por favor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107893553112356029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107893553112356029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893553112356029' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107876460725204991</id><published>2004-03-08T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:52:21.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DicaEssa serve para quem é fã da Madonna ou só para quem gosta de acompanhar as mudanças do seu visual. No site do Paulo Persil  tem uma materiazinha interessante, que saiu na Revista Creattive com todos os looks da cantora desde o início de sua carreira, em 1983.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876460725204991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876460725204991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876460725204991' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107876266639818032</id><published>2004-03-08T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:20:00.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aliás, não esqueçam de dar uma passadinha lá no flog, ok?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876266639818032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876266639818032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876266639818032' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107876110964903569</id><published>2004-03-08T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:54:03.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pergunta que não quer calar...O que faz Rubens Edwald Filho durante o resto do ano, quando não está apresentando a festa do Oscar?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876110964903569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107876110964903569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876110964903569' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107875993218182590</id><published>2004-03-08T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:37:59.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na realDesde que o Rubinho entrou para a Ferrari é assim: "esse ano Rubinho se sente preparado para encarar o alemão" ou "Rubinho promete mostrar esse ano que não teme enfrentar Schumacher".Deus, e será que alguém duvida de que vai ser o ano inteiro assim?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107875993218182590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107875993218182590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875993218182590' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107875842238792030</id><published>2004-03-08T12:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:09:16.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vale reprovarNa prova final do Colégio Objetivo, da Tijuca, um aluno respondeu o seguinte sobre a importância do Vale do Paraíba:“É de suma importância, pois não podemos discriminar esses importantes cidadãos. Já que existem o vale-transporte e o vale-idoso, por que não existir também o Vale do Paraíba?” Em Informe O DIA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107875842238792030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107875842238792030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875842238792030' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107850180768163092</id><published>2004-03-05T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:00:26.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Telefonista: - Pizza Hot, Bom dia. - Bom dia, quero encomendar uma pizza . - Pode me dar o seu NIDN ? - Com certeza. O meu número de identificação nacional é 6102049998 45. - Muito obrigada Sr. Júlio Mendonça. Gostaria de confirmar os dados do Sr. Seu endereço residencial é Alameda das Petúnias, 1742 e o seu telefone é 494-2366, o seu número no escritório da WD Advogados é o 745-2302 e o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107850180768163092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107850180768163092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850180768163092' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107824726910155322</id><published>2004-03-02T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:09:57.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107824726910155322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107824726910155322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824726910155322' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107824710546228260</id><published>2004-03-02T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:07:13.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muito engraçado!!!É a Página do Silvio Santos. Muito divertida, vale a pena perder um tempinho por lá. Recomendo a sessão de multimídia onde, além das marchinhas cantadas pelo Sílvio, é possível encontrar temas e músicas de programas antigos. A minha preferida é o tema do "peão da casa própria", é muito trash!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107824710546228260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107824710546228260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824710546228260' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107728493740499187</id><published>2004-02-20T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:50:53.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, um bom carnaval para todos e todas!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107728493740499187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107728493740499187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728493740499187' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107728441676004856</id><published>2004-02-20T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:42:57.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saiu no Ancelmo de hoje:Agora é oficial. Depois de muita polêmica e uma dúzia de emendas, saiu no DO do estado ontem: “Fica instituído 4 de outubro como Dia do cachorro e do gato, amigos dos homens, das mulheres e das crianças. Parágrafo único: ficam excluídos cães de raça violenta, como Pitbull”. Alguém aí — au, au, au! — precisa avisar ao pitbull que ele não pode comemorar. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107728441676004856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107728441676004856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728441676004856' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107703296723888514</id><published>2004-02-17T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:51:21.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotolog da Dona ArlindaAh, e eu quase ia me esquecendo de um dos flogs mais fofos da Internet. É o Fotolog da Dona Arlinda que, com muito bom gosto e sem perder a graça, traz todos os dias imagens do dia-a-dia de uma simpática senhora. Muito legal a idéia! E dá-lhe Dona Arlinda!!!E amanhã, quarta, tem matéria com Dona Arlinda na Folha Ilustrada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107703296723888514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107703296723888514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703296723888514' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107702975740534819</id><published>2004-02-17T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T11:57:51.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E por falar em fotolog...Taí um fotolog que eu adoro. O Harlen. Sempre com imagens legais de um cara que pratica montanhismo. Já deu pra imaginar, né? Vai da clássica borboleta pousando em uma flor à uma vista maravilhosa da Serra dos Órgãos. Ah, e aproveitando o assunto, o Montanhismo e Cia também é muito legal e vale visitas diárias. É impressionante como existem flogs que nos mostram o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107702975740534819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107702975740534819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702975740534819' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107702534425406154</id><published>2004-02-17T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T10:49:16.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corre lá!!!!!A quem passar por aqui hoje, aproveite e faça uma visitinha ao Flog Show us yor city, pois tem uma foto minha do Piscinão de Ramos. Esse flog é aberto para qualquer pessoa do mundo que queira postar uma foto de sua cidade. O limite do flog é de dez fotos por dia para todo mundo. Ou seja, se você quiser colocar uma imagem de sua cidade, tem que correr, pois esse limite estoura </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107702534425406154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107702534425406154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702534425406154' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107660104376781125</id><published>2004-02-12T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:59:02.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOJE TEM FESTA!!!Pois é, hoje é dia de se acabar na pista. É que vai rolar uma festa muito da boa na antiga Nautillus no catete. Quem quiser dar uma passada por lá hoje à noite eu garanto que, a balada, organizada por uma galerinha de cinema da UFF, promete. É a festa sinus, com renda em benefício de um documentário que está sendo produzido por uns colegas lá da facult.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107660104376781125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107660104376781125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660104376781125' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107660010659540839</id><published>2004-02-12T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:36:55.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ótimo texto de Bia Baudaud sobre nossos modernos hábitos alimentaresCarboidratos fazem parte das nossas necessidades nutricionais. O problema, hoje em dia, é que consumimos carboidratos refinados, que não existiam na época dos nossos antepassados. E também não corremos atrás de caça, na hora do almoço.Somos bichos modernos, com problemas modernos. Mas nossa fisiologia é igual à de um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107660010659540839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107660010659540839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660010659540839' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107659783032710978</id><published>2004-02-12T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:58:58.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pra bater palmas e aguardar que dê certoA Associação Comercial do Méier (Aciméier) e a associação de moradores do bairro formarão uma comissão para cuidar da reabertura do Imperator, que será desapropriado pelo governo do estado, segundo a governadora Rosinha Matheus. O projeto da Aciméier prevê uma sala de espetáculos, quatro cinemas e um teatro.Em: Jornal O Globo/ Zona Norte, Marcelo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107659783032710978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107659783032710978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659783032710978' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107651491461364025</id><published>2004-02-11T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:57:02.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651491461364025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651491461364025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651491461364025' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107651452620642962</id><published>2004-02-11T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:52:25.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A loucaA Dias ParedesQuando ela passa: - a veste desgrenhada,O cabelo revolto em desalinho,No seu olhar feroz eu adivinhoO mistério da dor que a traz penada.Moça, tão moça e já desventurada;Da desdita ferida pelo espinho,Vai morta em vida assim pelo caminho,No sudário de mágoa sepultada.Eu sei a sua história. - Em seu passadoHouve um drama d’amor misterioso- O segredo d’um peito torturado -E hoje</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651452620642962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651452620642962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651452620642962' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107651423030111394</id><published>2004-02-11T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:45:37.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, continuo postando as fotos do Piscinão de Ramos lá no flog. Não esqueçam de dar uma olhada, ok?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651423030111394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651423030111394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651423030111394' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107651398859374212</id><published>2004-02-11T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:42:05.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picaretagem estudantilGente, isso é sério. Existe uma tal de URE, União Representativa dos Estudantes do Brasil, que se define como um modelo de representação estudantil, visando o bem estar dos estudantes e juventude de nosso país. Discurso lindo, não é mesmo? Mas, acontece que essa "entidade" não está a serviço de estudante nenhum, e sim à manutenção do capital.Vê se pode uma coisa dessas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651398859374212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651398859374212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651398859374212' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107651256350227386</id><published>2004-02-11T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:17:51.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boas notícias?Hoje minha psicóloga disse que, mesmo sem perceber, eu já estou começando a fazer minhas mudanças internas. Será que isso é bom?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651256350227386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107651256350227386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651256350227386' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107590749593754819</id><published>2004-02-04T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:15:17.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lágrima- Faça-me o obséquio de trazer reunidosCloreto de sódio, água e albumina...Ah! Basta isto, porque isto é que originaA lágrima de todos os vencidos!-"A farmacologia e a medicinaCom a relatividade dos sentidosDesconhecem os mil desconhecidosSegredos dessa secreção divina"- O farmacêutico me obtemperou. -Vem-me então à lembrança o pai YoyôNa ânsia física da última eficácia...E logo a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107590749593754819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107590749593754819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590749593754819' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107590709166450962</id><published>2004-02-04T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:24:27.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E no fotologBom, hoje tem foto nova no flog. Estou abrindo a série Piscinão de Ramos. Acredito que fiz umas fotos legais, com muitas cores e tentando mostrar um pouco da identidade daquele lugar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107590709166450962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107590709166450962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590709166450962' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107582609740737475</id><published>2004-02-03T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T13:36:37.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mas, ainda tem o carnavalBom, se nem tudo foram flores até agora, nada melhor do que uma festa popular e envolvente de massas para me colocar em estágio de extravasar geral. Colocar pra fora toda a angústia, pular no ritmo do povo e tentar me fazer feliz, nem que isso não passe de uma tentativa louca e arrogante. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107582609740737475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107582609740737475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582609740737475' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107582526276233000</id><published>2004-02-03T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T13:22:42.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atos e fatosNossa, muita coisa aconteceu nessas duas últimas semanas. Uma viagem pra Brasília, uma semana sem trabalho, fatos que eu vou lembrar pra sempre, acontecimentos que eu gostaria de esquecer. Nessas duas semanas aconteceram vários começos e fins na minha vida. E, por causa disso, já está tudo diferente. Diferente aqui dentro e diferente pra quem vê de fora. E eu agora só queria poder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107582526276233000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107582526276233000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582526276233000' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107574457941633429</id><published>2004-02-02T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:59:41.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107574457941633429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107574457941633429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574457941633429' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107574401691271389</id><published>2004-02-02T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:52:26.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não é o homem que bebe o chá, é o chá que bebe o homemNão é você quem fuma o cachimbo, é o cachimbo que o fumaÉ o livro que me lêÉ a televisão que o assisteÉ o mundo que nos pensaÉ o objetivo que nos fixaÉ o efeito que nos causaÉ a linguagem que nos falae sempre e sempreÉ o tempo que nos perdeÉ o dinheiro que nos ganhaÉ a morte que nos espreitaJean Baudrillard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107574401691271389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107574401691271389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574401691271389' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107573569886450238</id><published>2004-02-02T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:29:57.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VolteiBom, depois de uma semana de chuvas intensas em Brasília, estou de volta ao sufocante calor carioca. Deus, e pensar que eu senti falta desse sol...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107573569886450238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107573569886450238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573569886450238' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107478638310268279</id><published>2004-01-22T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:47:50.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog faz as malasBom, gente, se já faz tempo que eu não posto nada aqui, na próxima semana é que não vai rolar mesmo. É que amanhã pego a estrada para Brasília. Vou participar do XI Congresso Brasileiro de Estudantes de Comunicação (COBRECOS), coisa de movimento estudantil, para quem não sabe. Volto só no domingo, dia 1° de fevereiro.  Vou sentir tanta falta dessa terrinha carioca, eu sempre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107478638310268279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107478638310268279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478638310268279' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107417967553750318</id><published>2004-01-15T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T12:16:32.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Americanos fichados nos aeroportosTá certo que os caras ficavam horas aguardando a identificação e que isso não é muito bom para o turismo na cidade, mas vem cá: dá um gostinho danado ver esses xenófobos colando digital para a PF em pleno Jornal Nacional, nessas duas últimas semanas, né não? E ver piloto da American Airlines sendo preso por desacato? Vixe, melhor que isso, só o sensato post da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107417967553750318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107417967553750318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417967553750318' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107417879503650856</id><published>2004-01-15T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T12:07:49.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrumando o blogBom, depois do último post óbvio, é hora de botar a casa em ordem. Ainda sobre o ano que passou... Acabei não indo ao show da Ana Carolina, mas após um pôr-do-sol maravilhoso no Arpoador, com direito a aplausos e tudo, fui parar no show da Maria Rita. Fiquei só um pouquinho e, apesar do som estar péssimo, consegui gostar da cantora. Não é a Elis, mas tem sua graça...eheh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107417879503650856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107417879503650856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417879503650856' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107349654610576416</id><published>2004-01-07T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T14:30:19.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enfim, é ano novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107349654610576416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107349654610576416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349654610576416' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107218545052879653</id><published>2003-12-23T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:18:28.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FELIZ NATAL ! ! !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107218545052879653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107218545052879653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218545052879653' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107184736908322560</id><published>2003-12-19T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:23:58.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim, eu curto SmallVille ! ! !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107184736908322560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107184736908322560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184736908322560' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107176112199587091</id><published>2003-12-18T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:26:15.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entrei em uma academiaPois é, me rendi ao culto do corpo. Na última semana me matriculei em uma academia aqui perto de casa. Já vinha adiando essa decisão há tempos, por "n" motivos diferentes, mas agora eu garanto que é pra valer.No primeiro dia aquele choque, vários pensamentos ficavam na minha cabeça: "o que eu vim fazer aqui?", "não, definitivamente isso não é lugar pra mim", "báh, quem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107176112199587091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107176112199587091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176112199587091' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107176015479810008</id><published>2003-12-18T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:10:08.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coisas da dieta...Nunca pensei que fôsse dizer isso, mas estou comendo um delicioso pastel de, pasmem, ricota!!! É que não posso ingerir alimentos pesados nas duas horas anteriores à minha avaliação funcional na academia (ok, agora eu peguei pesado).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107176015479810008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107176015479810008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176015479810008' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107089676301499166</id><published>2003-12-08T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:26:00.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Show na praia é tudo de bom!!!Neste final de semana eu saí da toca. Fui até Copacabana e assisti ao maravilhoso show do trio na foto acima. Fernanda Abreu abriu (sem trocadilhos, please) o show com seu ritmo funk, meio hip-hop, e botou o povo pra dançar. Mas foi quando Daniela Mercury subiu no palco que a noite começou de verdade. Meu lado axé se revela totalmente nessa cantora, que aliás não é</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107089676301499166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107089676301499166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089676301499166' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107046569720521895</id><published>2003-12-03T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T12:50:22.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E no flog... Bom, esta semana estou publicando umas fotos que fiz já há algumas semanas quando fui na Igreja da Penha, na época dos festejos pelo dia da padroeira do bairro. É curioso ver tamanha manifestação popular. São várias as pessoas que sobem aqueles 382 degraus de joelhos, pagando alguma promessa. Mas também são muitos os que no meio dessa festa, nos mostram o quão vil é a dignidade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107046569720521895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107046569720521895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107046569720521895' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107045942624901483</id><published>2003-12-03T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T11:02:14.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PasmemEste e-mail que eu reproduzo abaixo foi enviado para o colunista Artur Xexéo, do Globo, na última semana. Assim como o colunista, fiquei pasma a mensagem. Vejam só: “Olá, prezado colunista Artur Xexéo. Estou escrevendo para me apresentar. Meu nome é Bernardo Langlott, tenho 20 anos de idade e sou padrinho da cadelinha mais famosa do Brasil, a Perepepê, uma ilustre pug que é puro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107045942624901483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107045942624901483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045942624901483' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107037284517585608</id><published>2003-12-02T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:48:02.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Stand By Youby  The PretendersOh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now.Don't be ashamed to cry, let me see you through Cause I've seen the dark side too.When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,Nothing you confess could make me love you less I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,I'll stand by you.So,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107037284517585608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107037284517585608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037284517585608' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-107037137815657424</id><published>2003-12-02T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:23:35.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dessa eu gosteiTire a prova você mesmo, para ver se você tem controle de seu pé direito. Vale a pena tentar! Quando você estiver sentado à sua mesa, faça círculos com o seu pé direito no sentido dos ponteiros de um relógio. Enquanto estiver fazendo isso, desenhe no ar o número "6" com a sua mão direita. O movimento do seu pé vai mudar de direção... Vai circular contrário aos ponteiros de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107037137815657424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/107037137815657424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037137815657424' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106994731676130169</id><published>2003-11-27T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:35:49.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um post sobre o nadaNada para dizer, nada para contar, nada de novo acontecendo. Então, eu não tenho que escrever sobre nada neste post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106994731676130169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106994731676130169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994731676130169' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106985564047046275</id><published>2003-11-26T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T11:26:43.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contos de Fadas...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106985564047046275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106985564047046275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985564047046275' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106985479905282408</id><published>2003-11-26T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T10:53:50.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor e sexo(Rita Lee/ Roberto de Carvalho/ Arnaldo Jabor)Amor é um livro, sexo é esporteSexo é escolha, amor é sorteAmor é pensamento, teoremaAmor é novela, sexo é cinemaSexo é imaginação, fantasiaAmor é prosa, sexo é poesiaO amor nos torna patéticosSexo é uma selva de epiléticosAmor é cristão, sexo é pagãoAmor é latifúndio, sexo é invasãoAmor é divino, sexo é animalAmor é bossa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106985479905282408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106985479905282408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985479905282408' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106969535554257014</id><published>2003-11-24T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T14:37:37.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copiado por mim, que roubei daqui, coisa que foi criada alí. Ficou "claro"?"Resolvi que não tenho mais problemas. Eu os invento. Portanto, nesse momento, está desinventado todo e qualquer constrangimento. Anulada qualquer culpa, quebrado qualquer quebranto. Nenhuma dúvida restará. Inválida será qualquer dor. De agora em diante, simplesmente não entendo o que não se explica.Não me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106969535554257014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106969535554257014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969535554257014' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106908233095476637</id><published>2003-11-17T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:19:13.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dança da chuvaMinhas preces foram atendidas! Chove neste momento aqui na Quinta da Boa Vista. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106908233095476637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106908233095476637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908233095476637' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106907564079093580</id><published>2003-11-17T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:23:12.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quer pagar quanto? Vou pagar a mão na sua cara!Toda a revolta de uma nação contra o garoto propaganda das Casas BahiaPra quem não suporta mais aquele comercialzinho das Casas Bahia e, principalmente, o garoto propaganda da empresa, Fabiano Augusto, vale uma visitinha ao blog Eu odeio o idiota das Casas Bahia. E eu não acredito que esse cara ganha R$ 100 mil por mês... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106907564079093580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106907564079093580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907564079093580' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106873824376176438</id><published>2003-11-13T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T09:54:25.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muito engraçado!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106873824376176438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106873824376176438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873824376176438' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106873642153381583</id><published>2003-11-13T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:18:26.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADORO e quero um pra mim!Com certeza entra na minha lista de preferidos e de sonho de consumo. Vi este filme pela primeira vez há poucos meses com as amigas Elaine e Grazielle. Me apaixonei! Tanto que fiz questão de que fosse o filme de estréia do meu aparelho de DVD. É, eu tenho essas frescurites; Triplo X, por exemplo, jamais seria o primeiro filme a rodar no meu DVD. Aliás, não vai rodar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106873642153381583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106873642153381583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873642153381583' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106856643489956864</id><published>2003-11-11T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T13:02:29.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cirurgiões se dizem prontos para transplante de rosto, mas antes vão abrir debate públicoGloboNews.comLONDRES - Especialistas da Grã-Bretanha, Estados Unidos e França preparam-se para realizar o primeiro transplante de rosto e para isso estão dispostos a enfrentar, a partir da semana que vem, um intenso debate programado sobre as implicações técnicas e, sobretudo, éticas e psicológicas do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106856643489956864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106856643489956864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856643489956864' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-10685653967970282</id><published>2003-11-11T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:43:13.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Novo spam no pedaçoAs operadoras de celular agora inventaram um novo tipo de spam. As mensagens de torpedo. Quase todos os dias eu recebo uma mensagem da Vivo ou da Claro me oferecendo planos fantásticos. É torpedo de graça, ligação mais barata no final de semana, compra de créditos pela Internet; eu não agüento mais! Não bastasse eu gastar boa parte do meu tempo limpando minha caixa de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/10685653967970282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/10685653967970282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685653967970282' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106856462480063156</id><published>2003-11-11T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:30:22.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tédio(álvaro, bruno, miguel, sheik)Sabe esses dias em que horas dizem nadaE você nem troca o pijama, preferia estar na camaO dia, a monotonia tomou conta de mimÉ o tédio, cortando os meus programas, esperando o meu fimSentado no meu quartoO tempo voaLá fora a vida passaE eu aqui a toaEu já tentei de tudoMas não tenho remédioPra livrar-me deste tédioVejo um programa que não me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106856462480063156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106856462480063156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856462480063156' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106805738183390329</id><published>2003-11-05T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T15:36:19.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A gente nasce e morre só. E talvez por isso mesmo é que se precisa tanto de viver acompanhado."Rachel de Queiroz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106805738183390329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106805738183390329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805738183390329' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106752472410966493</id><published>2003-10-30T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T11:38:33.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O negócio tá pegando fogo!Terra é atingida por efeitos de erupção solarA terceira maior erupção solar já observada, que ocorreu na terça-feira, provocou uma tempestade magnética que atingiu a Terra. A informação foi divulgada hoje pela Administração Americana para os Oceanos e a Atmosfera (NOAA). Apesar da intensidade da erupção, não ocorreram perturbações importantes na Terra. A erupção </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106752472410966493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106752472410966493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752472410966493' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106744317254676719</id><published>2003-10-29T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:59:31.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só para dizer que estou viva, por enquantoNa falta de humor e do que postar, aí vai...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106744317254676719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106744317254676719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744317254676719' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106692044516120056</id><published>2003-10-23T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T11:48:42.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série GIL, OLHA PRA MIM!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106692044516120056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106692044516120056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692044516120056' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-10668333754310712</id><published>2003-10-22T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:36:15.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apesar da chuva...Hoje eu quero é muito sol pra minha vida!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/10668333754310712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/10668333754310712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10668333754310712' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106683276295717381</id><published>2003-10-22T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:26:02.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Postada rápidaTô chegando agora de uma coletiva com o Cristóvam Buarque e o Gilberto Gil. Tirei algumas poucas fotos que depois coloco aqui. Agora não posso falar mais, pois tenho que fazer umas coisas aqui no estágio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106683276295717381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106683276295717381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683276295717381' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106675145842546710</id><published>2003-10-21T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T12:50:57.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NA VEIA(Humberto Gessinger) se você perguntar por mimvão dizer que eu ando muito estranhovão dizer que eu ando por aíquando você perguntar por mim se você perguntar por mimvão dizer as coisas mais estranhasnenhuma resposta vai satisfazerquando você perguntar por mimse você está mesmo a fimde saber por onde eu andode saber por quê eu ando assimé melhor nem perguntar por mim(...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106675145842546710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106675145842546710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106675145842546710' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106675060983525440</id><published>2003-10-21T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T12:39:01.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E por falar em jaboticabasBom, já que hoje estou falando sobre fotologs, olha só a imagem que o Rafael, autor do Fotos, pinturas e montagens du Rafa postou hoje. É uma idéia antiga da propaganda de um shopping que ele reproduziu (muito bem, diga-se de passagem) e que agora tá lá no Flog, junto com muitas outras montagens, colagens e etc, que o rapaz é capaz de fazer com o Photoshop. É só </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106675060983525440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106675060983525440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106675060983525440' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106674925415114241</id><published>2003-10-21T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T12:14:14.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu atual sonho de consumoParece coisa de louco, mas é verdade. Preciso dessas pilhas para amanhã, pois quero tirar umas fotos com minha digital em um evento louco que vai ter aqui no Rio e não encontro essas pequenas fontes de energia em lugar algum. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674925415114241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674925415114241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674925415114241' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106674907755032074</id><published>2003-10-21T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T12:11:17.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por falar em foto...Pois é, eu também tenho um Fotolog. Não sei se já mencionei antes, mas lá vai; é só clicar aqui para uma passagem direta ao mEu MuNdO dIgItAl. Aliás, hoje postei foto nova.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674907755032074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674907755032074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674907755032074' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106674888417538194</id><published>2003-10-21T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:22:34.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quer me conhecer?Bom, é só ir no Flog do Poeta que Pariu. A foto que está lá foi tirada naquele meu dia louco descrito aqui há alguns posts atrás. Eu sou aquela de preto, em pé, fora de foco (como toda a foto, aliás) e que está conversando com o rapaz mais alto da imagem. Olha que é a única chance de me conhecer, já que não publico fotos minhas aqui no blog, é contra a política da autora que vos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674888417538194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106674888417538194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674888417538194' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106665628497016297</id><published>2003-10-20T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:24:44.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu coração</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106665628497016297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106665628497016297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665628497016297' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106641008330327931</id><published>2003-10-17T14:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T14:01:23.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não existo sem você(Tom Jobim / Vinicius de Moraes) . Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim Qua nada nesse mundo levará você de mim Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe Que todo grande amor Só é bem grande se for triste Por isso, meu amor Não tenha medo de sofrer Que todos os caminhos me encaminham pra você Assim como o oceano Só é belo com luar Assim como a canção</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106641008330327931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106641008330327931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641008330327931' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106640827110391808</id><published>2003-10-17T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:36:24.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é...O mundo gira, a banda toca e eu ainda não vi nenhum capítulo da novela Celebridade. Vejam como Malu ficou chateada...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106640827110391808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106640827110391808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640827110391808' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106640761331192750</id><published>2003-10-17T13:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:20:13.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudades"Totalmente fora de uso, as fichas de ônibus eram peças fundamentais na contabilidade das empresas de transportes na década de 70. Azar delas, porque a alegria da petizada era colecionar as tais fichinhas". (...)As saudades a que me refiro no título do post não são das fichinhas, mas do blog Imprensa Marrom, um dos meus preferidos, se não o mais, na época em que eu comecei a me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106640761331192750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106640761331192750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640761331192750' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106639995772194699</id><published>2003-10-17T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:12:37.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parquet  "Nossos governantes parecem ignorar a diferença entre provisório e permanente. Tudo o que nos enfiam goela abaixo, com a promessa de ser por pouco tempo, acaba se eternizando, contando, a bem da verdade, com nossa benevolência, paciência e comodismo".(...)Taí, um blog legal. O nome é Parquet, do Sérgio Monteiro, morador de Niterói. Comentários muito bons sobre o cotidiano, histórias </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106639995772194699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106639995772194699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106639995772194699' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106639780518360996</id><published>2003-10-17T10:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:18:50.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais de Mulheres ApaixonadasE mais uma vez roubado e colado aqui. Só que dessa vez do blog Babilônia.Perguntas que não querem calar...1- Por que a avó de Salete foi à festa de formatura da Escola Ribeiro Alves? E ainda por cima acompanhada das duas vizinhas da garotinha, a garota de programa e a pediatra, que a odeiam.2- Já que foi à festa (inexplicavelmente), por que o trio supracitado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106639780518360996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106639780518360996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106639780518360996' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106632368363920419</id><published>2003-10-16T14:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:22:48.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roubado e coladoDiretamente do Par ElisDescubra quem você é em Mulheres Apaixonadas:1- Se você vive correndo pela casa e se jogando em cima dos outros, é chato toda vida, adora bife com batatas fritas e fala como se estivesse lendo um texto em voz alta na alfabetização... Desculpa, sem querer ofender, mas você é o Lucas.2- Se você é feia (o) como poucos ao seu redor, trabalha só porque seu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106632368363920419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106632368363920419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632368363920419' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106623423036647008</id><published>2003-10-15T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:10:30.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623423036647008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623423036647008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623423036647008' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106623418194775161</id><published>2003-10-15T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:09:42.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fadas(Luiz Melodia)Devo de ir, fadasInseto voa e cego sem direçãoEu bem te vi, nada Ou fada borboleta ou fada cançãoAs ilusões fartasA fada com varinha virei condãoRabo de pipa, olho de vidroPra suportar uma costela de AdãoUm toque de sonhar sozinhoTe leva em qualquer direçãoDe flauta remo ou moinhoDe passo a passo, passo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623418194775161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623418194775161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623418194775161' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106623373414348050</id><published>2003-10-15T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:02:14.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Novidades na CoraHoje Cora dá um tempo nos comentários antenados para se dedicar a mais tradicional das atividades: babar sobre os netinhos. E ela já postou as fotos dos pimpolhos. É pra todo mundo fazer em coro: AHUNNNNN.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623373414348050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623373414348050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623373414348050' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106623328889811637</id><published>2003-10-15T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T12:54:48.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Novo blog no pedaçoBom, pelo menos pra mim. É o Poeta que Pariu, que inicialmente só tratava de poesias e, ainda trata, mas que também diverte com comentários variados postados pelo autor. Aliás, achei o layout muito simpático também. Hoje tem uma história ótima sobre educação sexual para crianças...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623328889811637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106623328889811637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623328889811637' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106615127739502674</id><published>2003-10-14T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:07:57.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Até amanhã!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106615127739502674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106615127739502674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615127739502674' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106615067562860107</id><published>2003-10-14T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:57:54.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dia na minha vida3:30 - Acordo de um sonho estranho. Dois aviões caem na Baía de Guanabara, bem do lado da minha barca. O "motorista" da barca fica desviando dos aviões, que flutuam em alta velocidade.4:45 - Acordo de novo. Preocupada com o trabalho e com umas coisas que eu não devia me preocupar. Penso que tenho que dormir.6:48 - Abro o olho torcendo para que ainda não sejam 8h. Mas penso</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106615067562860107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106615067562860107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615067562860107' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106614900494294615</id><published>2003-10-14T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:18:13.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu diria que...Este é um blog que eu acabei de conhecer, mas achei que valia a pena dar uma linkada aqui. Como a própria dona do blog o define, trata-se de um pouco de tudo sobre o nada. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106614900494294615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106614900494294615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614900494294615' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106606304876111291</id><published>2003-10-13T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:32:22.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai, o amor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106606304876111291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106606304876111291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606304876111291' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106605419662492588</id><published>2003-10-13T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:09:56.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questão de urgênciaEu preciso muito relaxar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106605419662492588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106605419662492588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605419662492588' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106571145208583499</id><published>2003-10-09T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T11:57:31.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não agüento mais esse ministro...Professores não querem notas na internet     Proposta de Cristovam Buarque também desagradou aos pais e estudantesEvanildo da Silveira escreve para 'O Estado de SP':A intenção do ministro da Educação Cristovam Buarque de pôr na internet, com livre acesso para qualquer pessoa, as notas de todos os estudantes das 180 mil escolas públicas de ensino básico </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106571145208583499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106571145208583499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571145208583499' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106563865170616219</id><published>2003-10-08T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T15:44:11.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SuperboyVejam e me digam se o cara não se acha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106563865170616219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106563865170616219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563865170616219' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106555437208227352</id><published>2003-10-07T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:05:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Até amanhã!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555437208227352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555437208227352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555437208227352' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106555292791892223</id><published>2003-10-07T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:04:46.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogs DireitoEles já estão formando uma comunidade. É a turminha do Direito, que está começando a se organizar neste mundo blog. E este weblog é um bom exemplo disso. Congrega links para vários blogs de estudantes ou profissionais de Direito e ainda possui uma lista enorme de sites jurídicos. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555292791892223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555292791892223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555292791892223' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106555166210163761</id><published>2003-10-07T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:34:21.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conselho de um Santo de CasaNão jogue lenha no fogo de seu aborrecimento. Pense antes de falar, e não ceda à sua impulsividade. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555166210163761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555166210163761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555166210163761' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106555120998165801</id><published>2003-10-07T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:27:40.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotolog novo na praçaE é da Elaine, que escreve no querido Jujubas e Delicados. A menina começou hoje e já tratou de se apresentar pra galera. Com certeza vai valer uma visita diária.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555120998165801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106555120998165801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555120998165801' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172462.post-106545795412563197</id><published>2003-10-06T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:32:33.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre o filmeEntão. Lisbela e o Prisioneiro é aquilo mesmo. E quando falo aquilo mesmo, estou me referindo à lógica que permeia os úlimos filmes nacionais de grande sucesso. Ah, pega uma históriazinha lá do Ariano, conjuga com um sotaque nordestino bem bonitinho, mistura com atores e direção talentosíssimos e salvamos a Guanabara. Para mim, Lisbela e o Prisioneiro é isso, uma história bem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106545795412563197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172462/posts/default/106545795412563197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananda.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106545795412563197' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07402019431829426894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
