<?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-1897990558625558555</id><updated>2012-01-16T17:46:04.663-02:00</updated><category term='tpm'/><category term='crescimento'/><category term='meus poetas'/><category term='subentendimento'/><category term='Pró-Sangue'/><category term='sorrisos'/><category term='estágio faculdade'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='vihcio*'/><category term='crítica'/><category term='foto'/><category term='não muito feliz'/><category term='arrependimento'/><category term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category term='blablabla'/><category term='decisão'/><category term='faculdade'/><category term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category term='coleção'/><category term='paixoes'/><category term='Ana Bia'/><category term='vontade'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Minhas Coleções</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5830352739318417175</id><published>2010-09-17T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:07:29.672-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>Ana Beatriz no ônibus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ana teve consulta com a dermatologista hoje. Por motivos infindos, tivemos que ir de ônibus e metrô. É minha gente, é a dureza da vida!..rs. Tá.. tou exagerando. Foi a primeira vez que a levo sozinha no médico, desde que Vihcio está em nossas vidinhas..rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim.. o fato é que falo com ela desde semana passada sobre "ir ao médico". Ela perguntou onde era [como se conhecesse]. Expliquei mil vezes... "na Av. Paulista e blablabla".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, entramos no ônibus pra chegar até o metrô. Assim que sentamos, ela perguntou, olhando e apontando pro motorista:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ele sabe pra onde a gente quer ir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahahaha... tipo, a gente entra, senta e é levada... como é que ele sabe afinal que nós vamos pro médico? Não é preciso avisá-lo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, vendo as pessoas entrando no metrô, ela perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Mãe, essas pessoas também vão pro médico? Vai ter mta gente lá neah!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;só Ana mesmo.... só Ana...rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5830352739318417175?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5830352739318417175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5830352739318417175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5830352739318417175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5830352739318417175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/ana-beatriz-no-onibus.html' title='Ana Beatriz no ônibus.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3801275908977474631</id><published>2010-09-16T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:13:54.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>O mal que me aflige.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordei com cara de pão amassado. Coloquei Ana Beatriz embaixo do chuveiro, mandei pra escola e voltei pra cama. Acordei com cara de pão com requeijão amassado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia hoje não tá dos bons... tentei dar um UP.. sabe!? Quando a gente faz aquelas coisas mirabolantes, tipo, por uma idéia na cabeça de tudo que tem pra ser feito e tentar cumprir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso dizer que não deu certo!? Pois é... não deu! E preciso muito estudar, concentrar, pq a prova tá chegando e eu não tou rendendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou tentar novas táticas: hora da música alta. Quem canta, seus males espanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[maldita TPM].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3801275908977474631?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3801275908977474631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3801275908977474631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3801275908977474631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3801275908977474631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-mal-que-me-aflige.html' title='O mal que me aflige.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1100707777180377372</id><published>2010-09-15T09:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:51:14.725-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><title type='text'>Olá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senti tanta falta daqui! Reli alguns posts... uau! Como as coisas mudam... e como mudaram! Outras, porém, continuam exatamente as mesmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É engraçado como o mundo dá voltas! Engraçado perceber que aquela pessoa de ontem pode ser muito diferente da pessoa de hoje. Sou diferente hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive muitas experiências realmente incríveis... outras um pouco frustrantes e decepcionantes. Mas sinto-me mais humana. Talvez um pouco mais sensata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vihcio é um fofo. É incrivelmente compreensivo, amoroso, encantador. Por vezes tenho vontade de esganá-lo..rs. Mas logo passa... nosso relacionamento cresceu, fluiu, amadureceu. Tivemos crises... mas estamos juntos. Mais juntos que nunca! Percebi, finalmente que, às vezes é EU TE AMO, e outras vezes é EU DECIDO TE AMAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que ele já sabia... eu custei a aprender. Mas agora sei e é isso que importa...rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1100707777180377372?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1100707777180377372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1100707777180377372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1100707777180377372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1100707777180377372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/ola.html' title='Olá!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7157189769294305992</id><published>2010-06-16T07:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:24:11.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>ENTREVISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é um dia daqueles. Acordei pensando em voltar pra cama depois que Ana saísse pra escola, dormir mais uma horinha, acordar, tomar banho, estar pronta e sair [cedo!] de casa. Logicamente que esses planos são destinados a serem exatamente o que são: unicamente planos. Mamãe pediu que eu adiantasse o almoço antes de sair [às 6h da manhã?!]. E aqui estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almoço semi-pronto. Nada de horinhas a mais de sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A entrevista é às 10h. Como boa enrolada que sou, começou a me arrumar em 5 minutos, pra sair daqui uma hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Embalagem" pode ser muita coisa em dias como hoje. Vamos lá. Tentar fazer um milagre, neah!?..rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7157189769294305992?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7157189769294305992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7157189769294305992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7157189769294305992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7157189769294305992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/entrevista.html' title='ENTREVISTA'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4604952710507911686</id><published>2010-06-02T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:02:37.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Individualidade não se exige.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se vc não entende de individualidade, então não há o que discutir, nem exigir e muito menos se sentir injustiçado por não tê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Individualidade é cada um ter seu espaço... é poder ter liberdade de pensar sozinho, estar sozinho, ter reações peculiares sem ter que, obrigatoriamente, se misturar com o outro. Mas a partir do momento que ofendo o outro com minha vontade de afastá-lo, deixo de querer minha individualidade e passo a ser um grosso com quem me quer bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Individualidade não é afastar o outro. É querê-lo por perto, pra qdo td acabar, e pra isso, trato&amp;nbsp;o outro com carinho e respeito. É assim que se usa a individualidade: com educação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir do momento que desfaço da preocupação e da atenção que o outro, bem intencionado, quer me dar, passo a ser troglodita. Fazer a lei do silêncio com quem espera um telefonema é até possível, mas dizer que não ligou pq não teve vontade é esmagar um coração com as mãos. Dizer em alto e bom som "eu não estou afim de conversar" pra quem espera ansiosamente o momento de um contato pra contar as mil novidades do dia, quem espera um carinho, uma palavra de amor, é amarrar um nó na garganta e acabar com o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É dizer "não ligo pro que vc pensa, quero ficar sozinho".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É "castigar". É querer um bode espiatório.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma explicação resolve tudo. Não é preciso exigir individualidade. Só é preciso manifestar a vontade, antes de magoar alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4604952710507911686?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4604952710507911686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4604952710507911686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4604952710507911686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4604952710507911686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/individualidade-nao-se-exige.html' title='Individualidade não se exige.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8496397483085495318</id><published>2010-06-02T10:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:24:19.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacinar</title><content type='html'>Estou trabalhando em uma clínica de vacinação. A campanha da H1N1 + gripe comum está intensa&amp;nbsp;e isso tem tomado todos os meus dias. Chego exausta. É um primeiro emprego na área, mas não é o que sonho pra minha vida. Estou ansiosa por novos horizontes... aguardando respostas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a caonfiar inteiramente no Senhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8496397483085495318?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8496397483085495318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8496397483085495318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8496397483085495318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8496397483085495318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacinar.html' title='Vacinar'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-702174141189185628</id><published>2010-05-10T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:39:01.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senti saudades daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem dei uma checada no que eu registrei no dia 09/05/2009... como as coisas evoluiram!! É bom lembrar... é bom sentir aquele sentimento da época. É bom saber o quanto as coisas mudam em pouco tempo e como tudo passa tão rápido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou enfrentando algumas crises de identidade..rs. Meu namorado me aguenta, me consola, me empurra pra cima... meus pais me dão força... Ana me faz sorrir... e eu... bom... eu estudo. Estudo e aprendo a ter disciplina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Deus dá asas, faz teu vôo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-702174141189185628?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/702174141189185628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=702174141189185628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/702174141189185628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/702174141189185628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudades.html' title='Saudades!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6505354357500439374</id><published>2010-03-04T08:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:12:26.929-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Gripe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabo de sair de uma gripe tenebrosa. Depois de tantos anos sem gripar [viva à vacina da gripe!] tive um episódio daqueles. E eu, que já sou dengosa por natureza, espero atenção e carinho redobrados..rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes a gente tem o que quer. Outras vezes, a gente fica só na vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O bom é que tudo passa. E passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6505354357500439374?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6505354357500439374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6505354357500439374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6505354357500439374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6505354357500439374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/gripe.html' title='Gripe.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5795561757106671921</id><published>2010-03-03T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:32:05.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blábláblá.</title><content type='html'>Ando meio [des]ocupada ultimamente, por isso não tenho tido mto tempo pra escrever aqui. O &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/alicereis"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;tem ganhado mais espaço pela praticidade e rapidez. Mas enfim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou estudando como doida. Queria muito que isso fosse garantia de sucesso e aprovação.. mas, nada nesse mundo é garantido. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu namorado é o mais lindo do mundo e estou feliz! Depois volto pra postar alguma cosia descente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5795561757106671921?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5795561757106671921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5795561757106671921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5795561757106671921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5795561757106671921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blablabla.html' title='Blábláblá.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2490465465941004876</id><published>2010-02-23T07:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:44:29.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Carnaval?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que esse acampamento trouxe muito mais do que eu esperava, do que eu precisava, do que eu pensava. Deus realmente me presenteou com grandes acontecimentos, milagres, recordações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-me renovada. Revigorada. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/S4OvyIh5JtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/CYMqswXiFlc/s320/DSC01395-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2490465465941004876?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2490465465941004876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2490465465941004876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2490465465941004876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2490465465941004876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval?'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/S4OtuW7syOI/AAAAAAAABQ4/wHMIwuS0CuU/s72-c/DSC01411-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4006706783042964666</id><published>2010-02-03T23:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:29:59.693-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>(U)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe qdo vc é criança e sonha em ter um príncipe encantado? Pois é.. eu sonhava. Sonhava com todas aquelas coisas mirabolantes de novela, de histórias, de cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cresci. Conheci um babaca que - sem querer me ensinar - me ensinou que a vida real é dura. Que sem ter noção do que é vida, me ensinou a viver, a lutar, a buscar, a ter objetivos. Que sem estudo algum, me mostrou que estou certa em buscar aperfeiçoar-me. É um idiota completo, [hoje] eu sei. Mas foi quando me dei conta disso que parti pra novas aventuras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recriei-me. Reinventei-me. E aí entendi que posso ter o homem que eu quiser. E que mulher alguma precisa ir atrás disso... eles vêm... aos montes... e qdo apaixonam-se [o que não é difícil] vc vira princesa. É assim que sei que um homem é apaixonado por mim: qdo me sinto princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E são flores, telefonemas, mil agrados... são ursinhos, bonequinhas, e tudo qto é inutilidade fofa e cor-de-rosa que mulher adora... chocolates, surpresas, passeios... músicas, cinemas, convites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As brigas acontecem mas NÃO, ele NÃO quer te perder, e por isso faze de tudo e mais um pouco pra q vc veja que ele tem capacidade de te amar e te respeitar pra sempre... e age como quem vai fz isso: ele te reconquista todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se não for assim vc pode, a qualquer momento, dizer "NÃO". No fim das contas ele vai entender que, se perdeu vc, foi pq não se empenhou em te amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é isso que realmente vale. O amor em atitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4006706783042964666?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4006706783042964666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4006706783042964666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4006706783042964666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4006706783042964666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/u.html' title='(U)'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4396278530137875280</id><published>2010-01-20T10:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:16:20.372-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Inutilidades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Twitter finalmente travou. "Twitter is over capacity. Too many tweets! Please wait a moment and try again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisa tão boba é "twittar".. mas a gente "twitta" mesmo assim neah!? E depois é tão engraçado reler aquelas frases soltas... a gente lembra do que tava pensando, do que tava vivendo.. compara com o agora... ou simplesmente só dá risada... e ainda por cima recebe as frases dos amigos, pra ter uma idéia, conhecer melhor... gosto do twitter e quero o twitter funcionando... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4396278530137875280?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4396278530137875280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4396278530137875280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4396278530137875280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4396278530137875280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/inutilidades.html' title='Inutilidades.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2985919590834396837</id><published>2010-01-13T19:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:30:13.842-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Amostra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Às vezes, falta de iniciativa também ajude a sufocar aumentando o aperto do nó que embrulha um pacotinho de "coisas a resolver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Liberdade é você poder ser quem vc é com quem vc ama. É saber que dá pra conversar em momentos propícios tomando o cuidado de falar sem machucar. Isso é ter e dar liberdade. Gosto de dar liberdade pra me falarem o que quiserem, mas, de forma alguma vou permitir que seja da forma que quiserem e na hora que quiserem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Educação, cuidado, amor e carinho são coisas que prezo muito. Por um bom tempo permiti que passassem por cima de meus sentimentos, aceitei mta cosia de qualquer jeito. Hoje não aceito. Sou exigente MESMO e vou continuar sendo. É pra me tratar com luvas de pelica... e se não for assim, eu não quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maturidade é quando você entende que, se vc ama, vc abre mão... vc espera... e aí abre o coração, sem vontade de atacar ou magoar a pessoa amada. É quando um "depois a gente conversa" é suficiente pra não tocar no assunto por um tempo e respeitar o espaço que a pessoa precisa. É quando, em meio ao caos e clima tenso, vc diz "estou com saudade" e recebe um sorriso de volta... e td volta a ficar lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se isso não acontece, falta maturidade, falta carinho e, principalmente, falta amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Odeio falta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5365530020760014417?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5365530020760014417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5365530020760014417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5365530020760014417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5365530020760014417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-deixa.html' title='&quot;Me deixa&quot;'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5579065914059887730</id><published>2010-01-07T11:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:06:17.188-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Vou viajar com meu namorado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...vamos passar o fim de semana todinho na praia, litoral norte. Passear de mão dadas na areia [rs], pegar umas ondinhas pra começar o ano de verdade, tomar água de côco e picolé. Ver o por-do-sol juntinhos e o amanhecer tb! Sentar de frente ao mar e sentir o sol tocando a pele. Beijar na boca............ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;é por isso que tou torcendo: chega fim-de-semana! Chega logo!!...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5579065914059887730?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5579065914059887730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5579065914059887730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5579065914059887730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5579065914059887730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-viajar-com-meu-namorado.html' title='Vou viajar com meu namorado.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4910486838109382519</id><published>2010-01-05T13:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:12:38.055-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>estou indo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me chamou pra um outro lado e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;eu fui atrás dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Eu pensei que se eu não fosse, a minha vida inteira ia ser assim. Vida de tristeza, vida de quem quis de corpo e alma e mesmo assim não fez. Daí eu fui. &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fui e vou, toda vez que o amor me chamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vocês entendem? Como um cachorrinho, mas &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coroada como uma rainha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Lisbela e o Prisioneiro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/S0NVbNErf5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/8bmi5v4LQFA/s1600-h/DSC08288-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/S0NVbNErf5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/8bmi5v4LQFA/s640/DSC08288-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[feliz 2010 pra gente, amor... mto feliz!...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4910486838109382519?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4910486838109382519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4910486838109382519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4910486838109382519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4910486838109382519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/estou-indo.html' title='estou indo!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/S0NVbNErf5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/8bmi5v4LQFA/s72-c/DSC08288-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1874114716663413180</id><published>2010-01-04T12:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:26:36.356-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Começando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aí que tou com mta pressa. É só que o blog ficou na minha cabeça a manhã inteira. Eu sou assim: fico séculos com idéias e vontades adormecidas.. tão adormecidas que as esqueço. Mas, de repente, vem aquele impulso de fazer alguma determinada coisa e enquanto eu não fizer, enlouqueço por dentro! rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto. Agora que estou menos enlouquecida, posso continuar retirando todas as roupas do meu guarda-roupa [abarrotado de lembranças e memórias boas [[pq o que era ruim já foi embora faz tempo..rs]] ] &amp;nbsp;para que a parede do quarto seja quebrada. Dá pra acreditar? Mais de 20 anos dormindo num quarto e agora terá a parede quebrada. Reformas. Adoro reformas e aumentos!..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, só pra imformar: meu quarto será "novo", portanto quem quiser me presentear com essas coisinhas fofinhas, cor-de-rosa, enfeites e porta-retratos, esteja à vontade! Tudo irá para o "quarto novo"!...rsrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ano Novo, quarto novo, vida nova...! &amp;nbsp;rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[blábláblá.. o blog passará por mudanças tb! bjos bjos!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1874114716663413180?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1874114716663413180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1874114716663413180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1874114716663413180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1874114716663413180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/comecando.html' title='Começando'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3849723352913487808</id><published>2009-12-28T12:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:25:34.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até ano que vem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um ano bom. Cheio de conquistas, surpresas, de coisas boas! Foi um ano rico.. rico em bênçãos e eu só tenho a agradecer. Agradecer a Deus por ter me concedido a graça de alcançar meu diploma... a oportunidade de ter trabalhado no maior complexo hospitalar da América Latina e conhecer todos aqueles seres importantes que conheci. Tantos doadores, tantas histórias. Tantos funcionários-amigos-colegas... fui mto feliz alí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui abençoada com um amor... um homem incrível que é perfeito pra mim. Um amor que me completa, me entende, me tranqüiliza. Amor que participa ativamente de minha vida, de minha família, da vida de minha filha. Tem sido encantadora essa oportunidade de saber o que é um homem de verdade, o que é um amor de verdade, o que é compromisso pra valer. Estou fascinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha filha cresceu absurdamente nesse ano! Crescemos tanto juntas! Tantas descobertas, tantas participações! Ser mãe tem sido maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encontrei pessoas, professoras, encarei situações... fizeram grande diferença em minha vida e vou levar pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despedi-me da universidade, dos estágios, da vida acadêmica por tempo limitado. Espero em Deus que 2010 seja rico como 2009. E que, qualquer que seja a experiência, eu possa tirar proveito de cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2010 pode vir. Estou ansiosa...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3849723352913487808?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3849723352913487808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3849723352913487808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3849723352913487808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3849723352913487808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-ano-que-vem.html' title='Até ano que vem!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8878805961716783394</id><published>2009-12-21T14:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:21:00.005-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>2009 foi TODO meu! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Tinha esquecido como é difícil engolir com um nó na garganta, apertando forte e esqueci também que lágrimas são salgadas e quentes.. mto quentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esqueci-me que pessoas são pessoas e erram... erram comigo. Espero demais. Anseio demais. Meu coração tá doendo. Uma dor aguda, simultaneamente serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de tudo, meu celular toca desesperadamente, e eu não consigo atender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8042408568664647435?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8042408568664647435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8042408568664647435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8042408568664647435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8042408568664647435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/triste.html' title='triste.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8144074769073566357</id><published>2009-12-16T07:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:26:40.271-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Blábláblá!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloqueei meu cartão. Esqueci a droga das "letras de segurança" e fui retardada o suficiente pra tentar nada mais, nada menos que 4 vezes! Minha memória nunca foi meu forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aí que hoje vou dar o maior rolê do mundo, e passar raiva com aquelas portas giratórias do banco.. é uma m*erda mesmo!!! Affff!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Registro imprescindível: eu detesto banco, não nasci pra ir em banco e tou fula da vida por ter que ir hoje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo menos é um lindo dia de sol........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8144074769073566357?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8144074769073566357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8144074769073566357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8144074769073566357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8144074769073566357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/blablabla.html' title='Blábláblá!!!!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-9053888061073870128</id><published>2009-12-14T07:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:29:48.465-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>ontem à noite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pede o que voce quiser!&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;ele disse, com segurança de quem olha pra uma criança, me mostrando o cardápio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mas o que você quer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;- voltei a perguntar, indecisa como sempre pra&amp;nbsp;escolher sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Quero ver você feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma briga séria, feia, intensa e longa. Mas em momento algum deixou de ser cavalheiro, gentil e amoroso. Ele faz grande diferença. Ele é diferente. E fechamos nossa noite de ontem jantando, sozinhos, pq às vezes é bom termos nosso espaço... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais tarde, em casa, vendo filme com o pessoal, dormi, me entregando aos seus incansáveis carinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apaixono-me por seus cuidados sem fim, seus carinhos espontâneos, seus olhares intensos e por sua boca na minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-9053888061073870128?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9053888061073870128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=9053888061073870128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9053888061073870128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9053888061073870128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ontem-noite.html' title='ontem à noite.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1537892704748364768</id><published>2009-12-08T09:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:22:45.038-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pró-Sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>em clima de despedida...</title><content type='html'>Sinto cheiro de "despedida" no ar. Em cada passo que dou, procuro sentir, olhar, despedir-me... Sei que os caminhos que tenho feito, os lugares que hoje são meu dia-a-dia, serão lembranças do passado, degraus que já subi, história da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os seres humanos" [by Roni] que me cercam, serão guardados no coração... e as dicas, a vivência, a experiência que pude aproveitar de cada um deles estarão em um cantinho especial, para serem utilizadas sempre que for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou boa em despedidas, mas aprendi que a vida é cheia delas, então estou em aprendizado constante. E sempre que sinto aquele nó apertado na garganta e os olhos marejados, deixo escapar apenas uma lágrima de saudade, certa de que a vida continua, e depois que acaba uma etapa, aparece outra com novas cores e novos perfumes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom é ter com quem contar... é deixar sempre as portas abertas, pra poder voltar e aproveitar pra dar um abraço apertado ["uma troca de almas" - by Dani]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida continua assim por duas semanas... e já sinto saudade da correria... das professoras... das grandes pessoas que encontrei nesses 4 anos. Se foi cansativo? SE FOI!! Se foi difícil? Muito mesmo!! Se ter uma filha complicou? Bastante!..rs. Mas não dei todos os passos de uma vez... e qdo o fiz, não foi sozinha. Se valeu à pena? Só posso dizer que foi o alicerce da vida que quero construir... os melhores anos... os de mais crescimento... e, esse ano que me traria o diploma, me trouxe tb um amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho que agradecer ao Senhor pelas bênçãos alcançadas... pelas vitórias conquistadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste pelo fim... e feliz pelo novo começo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1537892704748364768?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1537892704748364768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1537892704748364768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1537892704748364768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1537892704748364768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-clima-de-despedida.html' title='em clima de despedida...'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6735029478268456042</id><published>2009-11-30T21:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:00:15.077-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Família [crescendo]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxRZRGFcaGI/AAAAAAAABII/e-lFThv-bG4/s1600/OgAAADcz-ZSfFVBdmM0o82Q7Zt7fu3s1lDL2XQnYgs4Nhhh9weafeW1drrEcd5n5kqvPWl-DDVSQe-Z4HRW50Y9HgEAAm1T1UJWVvy8ybe5U1_fhGBo2_XByueix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxRZRGFcaGI/AAAAAAAABII/e-lFThv-bG4/s200/OgAAADcz-ZSfFVBdmM0o82Q7Zt7fu3s1lDL2XQnYgs4Nhhh9weafeW1drrEcd5n5kqvPWl-DDVSQe-Z4HRW50Y9HgEAAm1T1UJWVvy8ybe5U1_fhGBo2_XByueix.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E aí que eu adoro essas atividades em família! Sabe? Essas coisas bobas de ficar em casa, vendo filminho, jogando UNO, rindo das bobagens do namorado e dos cunhados. Adoro essas loucuras de cozinhar alguma coisa gostosa altas horas da noite! Adoro aquele monte de colchão e almofadas no chão, papai e mamãe reclamando do barulho, ou dando risada junto. Gosto disso. Sou caseira. A gente sai, passeia, conhece vários lugares... mas acho que estar em casa com gente que eu gosto é o melhor lugar do mundo pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Festas em família, almoços em família, igrejas em família, passeios em família... divirto-me assim, Vihcio adora e eu fico feliz qdo tenho Ana e ele brincando na minha frente. Principalmente qdo alguem os vê juntos e dizem: "ela é a cara do pai, neah!?"....rs.. É... é sim... pq a gente se parece com quem a gente anda... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxRZYfsbrzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/9BriRenHTR4/s1600/OgAAANFvn6fMawpily4Q_rIqkB4iKRxgxlxw5Z06oNu_P-iQvv1yHu8ZuuLdyO54NX1gpTLKiJf2iwl2hTIIAxSGU9IAm1T1UJr-hH6_uqZR2dE7aO07S3wBfL4u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxRZYfsbrzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/9BriRenHTR4/s320/OgAAANFvn6fMawpily4Q_rIqkB4iKRxgxlxw5Z06oNu_P-iQvv1yHu8ZuuLdyO54NX1gpTLKiJf2iwl2hTIIAxSGU9IAm1T1UJr-hH6_uqZR2dE7aO07S3wBfL4u.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6735029478268456042?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6735029478268456042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6735029478268456042&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6735029478268456042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6735029478268456042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/familia-crescendo.html' title='Família [crescendo]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxRZRGFcaGI/AAAAAAAABII/e-lFThv-bG4/s72-c/OgAAADcz-ZSfFVBdmM0o82Q7Zt7fu3s1lDL2XQnYgs4Nhhh9weafeW1drrEcd5n5kqvPWl-DDVSQe-Z4HRW50Y9HgEAAm1T1UJWVvy8ybe5U1_fhGBo2_XByueix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6713591115674924816</id><published>2009-11-29T01:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:08:44.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TE AMO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxHlbMyAGRI/AAAAAAAABIA/7bCvXMOtjpY/s1600/26.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxHlbMyAGRI/AAAAAAAABIA/7bCvXMOtjpY/s400/26.11.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxHlDHopZNI/AAAAAAAABH4/ajqCs7PojDc/s1600/DSC07267-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxHlDHopZNI/AAAAAAAABH4/ajqCs7PojDc/s320/DSC07267-1.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ele é o mouamour!!! rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6713591115674924816?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6713591115674924816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6713591115674924816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6713591115674924816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6713591115674924816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-amo.html' title='TE AMO.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SxHlbMyAGRI/AAAAAAAABIA/7bCvXMOtjpY/s72-c/26.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8999411528566444391</id><published>2009-11-17T19:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:58:01.577-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Em Botucatu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E aí que saí de São Paulo morrendo de ansiedade,&amp;nbsp;afinal de contas estava indo pro lugar que sonhei durante mto tempo... a cidade da faculdade dos meus sonhos... e que eu não fui por ter conseguido a bolsa integral aqui etc (e mtos "etc", certo?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saí à noite da rodoviária, olhando pela janelinha o namorado fofo que fez quetão de arrumar tudo pra mim: desde o lugar onde eu ficaria, até certificar-se de que estava correndo tudo bem durante o desenrolar da história. Coração fica apertado em despedidas, neah!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheguei aqui às 0:30h, e fui recepcionada pela amiga de infância do namorado, que me trouxe pra, literalmente, CASA DAS 7 MULHRES..rs. Tudo diferente, ambiente agradável, meninas gentis, delicadas, atenciosas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje cedo fui à UNESP, fazer a prova. Nem acreditei que estava conhecendo a "minha" faculdade..rs. Me deu aquela dorzinha no peito, por lembrar do meu nome na lista de "aprovados UNESP 2006" e não ter vindo cursar... mas Deus sempre sabe o que faz, e é nisso que confio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiz a prova. Difícil. Se fui mal, se fui bem, tanto faz! A verdade é que adorei ter estado e conhecido aqui... era uma vontade do coração e agora sinto-me satisfeita. O que vier daqui pra frente, é lucro. E se nada vier, é aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais alguns dias e estarei de volta. Morro de saudades da minha pequena! Um dia é suficientemente incompleto qdo estou longe dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8999411528566444391?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8999411528566444391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8999411528566444391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8999411528566444391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8999411528566444391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/em-botucatu.html' title='Em Botucatu!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5274885903922104170</id><published>2009-11-16T10:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:49:04.030-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>[de malas prontas...]</title><content type='html'>Finalmente tempo "livre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei o TCC na faculdade, terça-feira (09/11) à noite. Foi a última reunião com minha orientadora, e eu já sinto saudades! A cada dia fica mais próxima a despedida da facul, dos trabalhos, das provas, dos professores, das aulas, das matérias chatas, legais, das birrinhas e desentendimentos... tb das risadas e momentos marcantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai e mamãe me deram a festa de formatura. Não tinha pensado em fazer nada, e agora corro como louca atrás de vestido e adereços... ainda me falta terminar o Trabalho de Conclusão de Estágio e montar o banner pra apresentação do TCC pra banca examinadora. Tá acabando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provas mil aparecendo. Investimento em livros, inscrições e afins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me formar! ái que máster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to Botucatu today.....! uhuu!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5274885903922104170?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5274885903922104170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5274885903922104170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5274885903922104170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5274885903922104170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-malas-prontas.html' title='[de malas prontas...]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-183154726733176908</id><published>2009-11-04T23:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:31:58.390-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>FELICIDADE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIp7A6EyKI/AAAAAAAABHo/wpzJbstPPcs/s400/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIpNpTRtmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uwD-8OiyM6w/s1600-h/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIpNpTRtmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uwD-8OiyM6w/s400/24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIpm7Os-yI/AAAAAAAABHY/8yWh2dIvZys/s1600-h/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIpm7Os-yI/AAAAAAAABHY/8yWh2dIvZys/s400/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sim, estou feliz como nunca estive...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-183154726733176908?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/183154726733176908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=183154726733176908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/183154726733176908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/183154726733176908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/felicidade.html' title='FELICIDADE.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SvIo7iTvSPI/AAAAAAAABHA/Xc7DbDNypiw/s72-c/18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7465215533298977638</id><published>2009-10-23T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:29:27.710-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Teimosia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SuI5jfspYOI/AAAAAAAABG4/EgMo4lYKIa0/s1600-h/DSC06227-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SuI5jfspYOI/AAAAAAAABG4/EgMo4lYKIa0/s200/DSC06227-1.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada minuto é eterno. Cada flash é um registro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de te ter pertinho, e gosto dos carinhos eternos. Mas a teimosia que não passa é absurda. Teimo em não entender que um fim de semana demora tanto pra chegar e passe tão rápido. Teimo em deixar meus cabelos largados em suas mãos, mesmo sabendo que depois seu perfume fica impregnado, me torturando de saudade a cada movimento que eles fazem sobre meus ombros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teimosia inútil que acaba com minhas semanas... e vivas à modernidade, que nos aproxima o quanto pode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E aqui estou eu, teimando em olhar pro relógio a cada minuto, pra ver se já está chegando a hora de caber no seu abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7465215533298977638?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7465215533298977638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7465215533298977638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7465215533298977638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7465215533298977638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/teimosia.html' title='Teimosia'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SuI5jfspYOI/AAAAAAAABG4/EgMo4lYKIa0/s72-c/DSC06227-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8340306001758996260</id><published>2009-10-16T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:00:53.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Dividindo meu eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda ontem tive a sensação que, uma vez que a gente sabe o que é sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, por qualquer que seja o motivo, nada será "leve" como antes. Pensei que mesmo que superássemos, voltássemos a sorrir e ser integralmente felizes, nunca mais acreditaríamos de verdade e de coração em outras pessoas, em outros amores, em outras amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas tenho realmente [e sinceramente] aprendido muito. Agora entendo que, mesmo que alguém tenha feito nosso mundo virar de cabeça pra baixo, não podemos ter um pé atrás com todos.&lt;/span&gt; São diferentes e merecem que confiemos cegamente. Entendo também que, viver intensamente é acreditar... é saber que, se eu não me entregar, não confiar, nunca viverei, terei apenas uma subvida, cheia de incertezas, escudos, proteções, que me impedem de ter o melhor que poderia. Me impedem até mesmo de ser tudo que eu gostaria de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que tenho aprendido no tempo certo. Gosto de me empenhar nessas lições, e adoro o resultado. Sei que posso sofrer muito a cada momento que abro meu coração pra novas aventuras, experiencias, amizades, amor. Mas não tenho medo. Quero sorrir cada sorriso com o fundo da alma. Quero continuar aprendendo que as pessoas não são iguais e que preciso tratá-las de forma diferenciada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E se tudo acabar, vou chorar cada lágrima intensamente, mas NUNCA vou deixar de acreditar. É assim que se é feliz. É assim que estou feliz. É assim que meu amor tem me ensinado com palavras e atitudes. É assim que tenho passado meus dias... sorrindo e vivendo intesamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMfbUiXPI/AAAAAAAABGY/ZtngS-jzjEk/s1600-h/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMfbUiXPI/AAAAAAAABGY/ZtngS-jzjEk/s400/02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;[ele tb me clica... qdo eu largo a máquina, claro!..rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMiI8qkKI/AAAAAAAABGg/qy7J7Bp-Kts/s1600-h/04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMiI8qkKI/AAAAAAAABGg/qy7J7Bp-Kts/s400/04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;["como se eu fosse flor, vc me cheira"... bjo gotoso!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMrFCUWUI/AAAAAAAABGw/VhMxwU5EhWM/s1600-h/06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMrFCUWUI/AAAAAAAABGw/VhMxwU5EhWM/s400/06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;[pessoa especial que meu coração escolheu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;pra me ensinar a amar, me ensinando o amor......]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMnd_cvvI/AAAAAAAABGo/FVMm8_uLMgg/s1600-h/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMnd_cvvI/AAAAAAAABGo/FVMm8_uLMgg/s400/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;[adoro essa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8340306001758996260?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8340306001758996260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8340306001758996260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8340306001758996260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8340306001758996260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/dividindo-meu-eu.html' title='Dividindo meu eu.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SthMfbUiXPI/AAAAAAAABGY/ZtngS-jzjEk/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5904130309543602988</id><published>2009-10-11T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:42:44.429-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>pra guardar de recordação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MURAL DE FOTOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/StIXxaiTz-I/AAAAAAAABGI/Pj2fZLQ0KCQ/s1600-h/DSC06041-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/StIXxaiTz-I/AAAAAAAABGI/Pj2fZLQ0KCQ/s400/DSC06041-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;[e não é que ele(s) jogaram vídeo game msm?..rs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/StIX-zBIS2I/AAAAAAAABGQ/HzNruf9dXRk/s1600-h/DSC06047-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/StIX-zBIS2I/AAAAAAAABGQ/HzNruf9dXRk/s400/DSC06047-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;[adoro essas nossas conversas...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5904130309543602988?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5904130309543602988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5904130309543602988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5904130309543602988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5904130309543602988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/pra-guardar-de-recordacao.html' title='pra guardar de recordação.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/StIXxaiTz-I/AAAAAAAABGI/Pj2fZLQ0KCQ/s72-c/DSC06041-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-706930910666002526</id><published>2009-10-09T07:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:30:26.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Atualizações.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adorei escrever os "Agradecimentos" do meu TCC. Finalmente. Tá quase prontinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Entre tantos trabalhos enviados pra serem aceitos na Jornada Científica, estão os dois que eu mandei, e foram aceitos! Ahá! Os primeiros títulos da minha vida profissional!...rs. Apresento dia 07 de novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apareci na TV!!! rs... No dia da Campanha Sangue Conrinthiano [03/10]...rs. Prestem bastante atenção [o vídeo tá logo aí embiaxo..rs]... apareço em uma fração de&amp;nbsp;um segundo!..rs. Uma salva de palmas à essa torcida. Praticaram solidariedade como nunca vi, com a maior educação, ótimo comportamento e muitos sentimentos bons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu namorado lembra e comemora datas especiais, q eu nem lembro....rs. Que coisa não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é dia de folga... mas sem Vihcio... hoje é dia de Ana. Segunda é dia dos dois! Áinnn que eu me acabo de felicidade nesses dias! rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E, não significa que eu não tenha mais dias ruins, ou que ninguém mais torça pelo meu fracasso, ou que eu não tenha momentos tristes e frustrados.. ou que tudo sejam flores. É que, juntos, tudo fica mais fácil, mais intenso, menos complicado, mais completo. Descobri que a melhor coisa da vida é ter quem a gente quer, como a gente quer. É receber apoio e carinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou amando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0HIrpjrHD4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0HIrpjrHD4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-706930910666002526?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/706930910666002526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=706930910666002526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/706930910666002526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/706930910666002526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/atualizacoes.html' title='Atualizações.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2781546342963604957</id><published>2009-10-02T07:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:11:24.626-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Blablabla [parte sei lá qual]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[tou de tpm msm...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e daí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[pra esse mês temos mil planos.. mil atividades... mil estudos... mil trabalhos... mil lugares que temos vontade de conhecer... mil fotos que queremos tirar... mil cursos e concursos... e uma comemoração: 6 meses de vihcio na minha vida...!&amp;nbsp; rs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[hoje é dia de vihciar-me um pouquinho... beeem pouquinho... =/&amp;nbsp; ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2781546342963604957?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2781546342963604957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2781546342963604957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2781546342963604957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2781546342963604957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blablabla-parte-sei-la-qual.html' title='Blablabla [parte sei lá qual]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3281470684651606165</id><published>2009-09-26T21:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:50:23.056-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>"Jamais vou abrir abrir mão de você"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr61LwuQLFI/AAAAAAAABFw/ElRnN12YpOQ/s1600-h/07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr61LwuQLFI/AAAAAAAABFw/ElRnN12YpOQ/s200/07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr61R1M0QQI/AAAAAAAABF4/a63TFlZ-lRU/s1600-h/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr61R1M0QQI/AAAAAAAABF4/a63TFlZ-lRU/s200/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr613qH2LUI/AAAAAAAABGA/tdVIDnY70q4/s1600-h/04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr613qH2LUI/AAAAAAAABGA/tdVIDnY70q4/s200/04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr6zgxIrjGI/AAAAAAAABFo/rNKs8wKvu6s/s1600-h/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr6zgxIrjGI/AAAAAAAABFo/rNKs8wKvu6s/s200/02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Quando eu te vi eu não pensei que pudesse ser assim, sentimento tão bonito tão perfeito, um amor sem fim. Pensei que não fosse passar apenas de uma amizade... éramos bons amigos, depois virou paixão e agora é amor de verdade. Jamais vou abrir mão de você, quero cada vez mais te querer... Quanto segredos que a vida ainda guarda pra você e pra mim... Quem diria que um dia a gente fosse gostar tanto assim!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3281470684651606165?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3281470684651606165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3281470684651606165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3281470684651606165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3281470684651606165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jamais-vou-abrir-abrir-mao-de-voce.html' title='&quot;Jamais vou abrir abrir mão de você&quot;'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sr61LwuQLFI/AAAAAAAABFw/ElRnN12YpOQ/s72-c/07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6841913153632224127</id><published>2009-09-25T08:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:31:21.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SrypVkiv84I/AAAAAAAABFg/AL_-hT_6XS4/s1600-h/vih+e+lih+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SrypVkiv84I/AAAAAAAABFg/AL_-hT_6XS4/s400/vih+e+lih+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus dias felizes ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6841913153632224127?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6841913153632224127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Srb5d5iJdUI/AAAAAAAABFY/RiHphmOubcs/s1600-h/vih+e+lih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Srb5d5iJdUI/AAAAAAAABFY/RiHphmOubcs/s320/vih+e+lih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...e quando eu não te vejo, eu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;penso em vc desde o amanhecer até qdo eu me deito...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;eu gosto de vc &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;gosto de ficar com vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meu riso é &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;tão feliz contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o meu melhor amigo é o&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;meu amor&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1989886921721880635?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Srb5d5iJdUI/AAAAAAAABFY/RiHphmOubcs/s72-c/vih+e+lih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2499040884626159030</id><published>2009-09-18T18:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:17:22.644-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Folga</title><content type='html'>Dia de folga.&lt;br /&gt;Dia de vihcio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mais lindo do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois ilustro com fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;áin.. s2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[suspiros. . . ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2499040884626159030?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2499040884626159030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Semana intensa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou chamar essa semana de "INTENSIVÃO".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Trabalhei sexta feira passada, o dia inteiro, pra que eu pudesse sair mais cedo nos dias 08, 09 e 10/09 e poder estar no Curso Introdutório da Liga de Trauma - Medicina São Camilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A maratona foi intensa: estágio pela manhã, banco de sangue à tarde e São Camilo à noite. Até TARDE da noite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Liga de Trauma.. trauma... eu? Não gosto mesmo. Mas é paixão de Vihcio, Vihcio é minha paixão, e lá estava eu. Gostei. Deu pra ter uma idéia, conhecer... mas continuo preferindo vida, saúde.. obstetrícia. [claro!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi intensa também pra mim e pra ele*. E como foi bom estarmos juntinhos... temos agora história de estacionamento pra contar aos netos [rs], e uma primeira briga feia. Gostei também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei mto! Mais ainda pq fazer as pazes, pela primeira vez.. nossa nossa!..rsrsrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[reticencias...] rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3427803636775288894?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3427803636775288894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3427803636775288894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3427803636775288894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3427803636775288894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/semana-intensa.html' title='Semana intensa.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2897760516592998758</id><published>2009-09-10T01:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:31:02.141-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>"música pra vc, lih" [by Vih]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu gosto do &lt;strong&gt;claro&lt;/strong&gt; quando é &lt;strong&gt;claro que você me ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto do &lt;strong&gt;escuro no escuro com você &lt;strike&gt;na cama&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto do &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; se você diz &lt;strong&gt;não viver sem mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto de &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tudo o que traz você aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto do &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;nada que te leve para longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu amo a &lt;strong&gt;demora&lt;/strong&gt; sempre que o nosso &lt;strong&gt;beijo é longo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro a &lt;strong&gt;pressa&lt;/strong&gt; quando sinto s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ua &lt;strong&gt;pressa em vir me amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Venero a &lt;strong&gt;saudade&lt;/strong&gt; quando ela está pra &lt;strong&gt;terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Baby, com você já, já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto da &lt;strong&gt;falta&lt;/strong&gt; quando &lt;strong&gt;falta mais juízo em nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E de &lt;strong&gt;telefone&lt;/strong&gt;, se do outro lado é a &lt;strong&gt;sua voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro a &lt;strong&gt;pressa&lt;/strong&gt; quando sinto s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ua &lt;strong&gt;pressa em vir me amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Venero a &lt;strong&gt;saudade quando ela está pra terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Baby com você chegando já..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;[Adriana Calcanhoto - Lugares Proibidos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2897760516592998758?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2897760516592998758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2897760516592998758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2897760516592998758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2897760516592998758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-pra-vc-lih-by-vih.html' title='&quot;música pra vc, lih&quot; [by Vih]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8337337551255766999</id><published>2009-09-03T21:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:51:42.647-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>Relato de experiência. rs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu dia começa às 5h da manhã. Entre meus lanches pra dar conta da lida diária, estão a lancheira e a mochila cor-de-rosa de Ana Beatriz. E é dela que quero falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora é uma "estudante" [sim, mamãe dá conta de você! ^^], e, em poucas semanas, adaptou-se ao horário matinal. Acorda cedo, sozinha, e pede pra me ajudar com as arrumações de minhas coisas e das coisas dela. Num pique invejável logo ao amanhecer, ela é falante, sorridente, "engraçadinha" e pronta pro que der e vier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorou em nenhum momento, não precisou de período de adaptação. Cantarola, pela manhã, o Hino Nacional, que canta no colégio às quartas-feiras. Diz "tchau mamãe" sem lágrimas nos olhos e com um sorriso nos lábios. Adora o uniforme, faz culinária, diz que me ama. Toma banho às 6:15h "da madrugada" [rs*] pra fazer os cachinhos e ir "embonecada" pra escola [pq mamãe é caprichosa! ^^] e não reclama... cantamos juntas durante o processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos separamos alí, na porta do colégio dela, pra nos reencontrarmos à noite, qdo volto do serviço, cansada, cheia de trabalhos pra fazer, projetos por terminar, livros pra estudar. Ouço o grito "mamãe!!" e é com carinhos [muitos!!] e abraços, que costumamos dizer uma pra outra, em alto e bom som "eu tava com saudades de você!". Não a trato como bebê. Nosso relacionamento é baseado em "desculpe", "por favor", "não briga comigo?", "mamãe, eu posso?", "Ana, me faz um favor?", "mãe, a senhora deixa?" [sim... "senhora"! é assim que filhos devem falar com os pais, e Ana já sabe disso].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E minhas forças voltam enquanto tomo um banho quentinho, e ela cantarola, sentada no vaso sanitário, me esperando..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pede pra dormir assim que tem sono. Deita, e dorme. Não dá trabalho. Adora escovar os dentes, não gosta de chocolate, adora frutas, tem medo de jabuti, faz festa sempre que fazemos churrasco, manda beijo pro Vihcio com desenvoltura, elabora textos grandes, faz o relato do dia dela pra mim, na cama, qdo estamos deitadas e, acreditem: me pergunta como foi meu dia! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem só 3 anos. É a criança mais incrível e mais de Deus na minha vida! Não vou dizer que é fácil nossa correria, que às vezes nos atrapalhamos... mas vou dizer que, com toda certeza, é completamente gratificante e fortalece nossos laços a cada dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos crescendo juntas. Minha certeza maior é essa. Estamos realmente crescendo juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Tenho um meme pra responder!! Amanhã está no ar! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8337337551255766999?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8337337551255766999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8337337551255766999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8337337551255766999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8337337551255766999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/relato-de-experiencia-rs.html' title='Relato de experiência. rs.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3122396795899093138</id><published>2009-09-02T09:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:15:38.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>[Blá-blá-blá]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordo pela manhã com a sensação de que um cronômetro foi ligado a partir do momento em que abro os olhos, e que, se eu não começar a agir com rapidez, o relógio será vencedor. É uma competição acirrada! Tudo milimetricamente planejado "não posso me atrasar!". Abro excessões pra usar [durante o dia inteiro!] o cel, pra mandar SMS, pq eu sou vihciada! rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim, "competidora" que sou, frustro-me quando perco, mas não me dou por vencida. O problema é que o relógio me desafia, mas qdo eu ganho, o sono me vence. E vou alternando os dias em que prefiro vencer o sono, ou o relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez não seja assim tão "perdedora". Divido as vitórias com meu TCC, com meus projetos de estágio e com minha Ana. Quando ganho do relógio e do sono, no dia seguinte perco pros dois... mas, em algum momento, "venci" em várias minipartículas dos acontecimentos e relacionamentos diários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse ano percebi que "ser gente grande", pode ser realmente mais difícil do que eu imaginava. Mas que a satisfação de se fazer o que gosta, com prazer, sentir o "cansaço" do dia produtivo, e o acolhimento e carinho da família e do "amor" [subentenda-se *vihcio*], é tudo que pode fazer bem ao coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é claro, que minhas horas de lazer estão inclusas em todo esse campeonato da vida! Não... definitivamente não sou Madre Tereza de Calcutá.. muito menos nerd, CDF, ou qualquer coisa do tipo. Minha diversão e lazer é tão importante quanto qualquer uma de minhas obrigações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e se não der tempo de prepar atividades pro lazer? ? ? Adio [sim!] alguma obrigação e passo o tempo recebendo carinhos e bjando na boca do meu amor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pq EU mereço tempo livre. EU mereço perder pro relógio. EU mereço deixar o sono vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"pega leve, enquanto tudo ferve!" [Kid Abelha - Strip-tease].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3122396795899093138?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3122396795899093138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3122396795899093138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3122396795899093138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3122396795899093138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bla-bla-bla.html' title='[Blá-blá-blá]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7237718006019033146</id><published>2009-08-31T22:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:43:05.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>I Simpósio Internacional da NANDA / V Fórum da SAE e II - Encontro de Gestão em Enfermagem / [eeee um tour em Santo André!..rs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;31/8/2009 -    I Simpósio Internacional da NANDA- I    Network: Brasil; V Fórum da SAE e II -    Encontro de Gestão em Enfermagem -    Campus Ipiranga I - das    08h às 17h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;Ele programou tanto o dia de hoje, que eu não aguentava mais ouvir falar em "segunda-feira"! Foram tantas contagens regressivas, tanto suspense!! E hoje foi dia de ir pra facul...! Passar o resto da tarde sentada com ele, no auditório! Fez questão de me levar na cidade* dele pra me apresentar tudo... cada pedacinho! Adorei. Adoro o jeito que ele tem de abaixar e ficar bem pertinho dos meus olhos, falando baixinho, pressionando levemente meu pescoço. Isso é coisa dele. Isso é o que me acalma por dentro, independente da situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;É bom ser vihciada. É bom estar com ele. É bom, tão bom, que tenho até medo! rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;É bom ouvir os planos mirabolantes dele, pra passear com Aninha, as mil faces qdo está me fzd sorrir, o jeito que me pega pela cintura qdo sente ciúmes..rs. Como diria meu amigo Beto: "ele é o meu número!"...rs.. E cabe perfeitamente em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;Pode ser que tudo mude. Mas estou sendo inteira. Joguei-me no precipício e aguardo pela queda, ou pela salvação. Qualquer que seja o resultado, o importante é p friozinho que rola durante a "queda-livre"...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;Apaixono-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7237718006019033146?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7237718006019033146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7237718006019033146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7237718006019033146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7237718006019033146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-simposio-internacional-da-nanda-v.html' title='I Simpósio Internacional da NANDA / V Fórum da SAE e II - Encontro de Gestão em Enfermagem / [eeee um tour em Santo André!..rs.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-254566405250761029</id><published>2009-08-30T14:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:44:25.675-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>aprendi a dizer "tchau".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não gosto de correr atrás de moda, músicas, cantores e/ou admiradores pra mim. Acho que é importante adquirir certa segurança em quem você é e o que realmente te importa. Importante é saber ter responsabilidade consigo e com quem te cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que haja alguma "glória" em ser "piriguete" ou em ser objeto de desejo [carnal] entre os homens. Isso eu passo. Não acho que beleza seja garantia de felicidade, que silicone seja sinônimo de "girl power" ou que curtir a vida seja estar em "baladas" all the time. Vou confessar que, pra mim, balada é perca de tempo, e tempo é coisa que valorizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valorizo, sim, ter horas à fio conversando com gente que faz bem... e pra isso, não preciso de teor alcoólico. Isso eu tb passo. Valorizo o conhecimento, as bobagens e o melhor de cada pessoa. Considero importante admitir as qualidades alheias, isso me faz conhecer os meus potenciais e os meus limites. Cada um tem suas habilidades específicas e é difícil sermos bons em tudo. Eu não sou boa em tudo. Eu sou boa em quase nada. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de boas leituras, boas músicas, boas companhias e costumo passar tempo cultivando cada uma dessas coisas, assim que cumpro com minhas obrigações e responsabilidades. Não gosto de ter cara lavada [ser sem vergonha, cara de pau, ou qualquer sinônimo]. Bom senso é a melhor pedida... nem sempre.. mas quase sempre..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto ter amizades perdidas... mas pode apostar que "cada um tem de mim exatamente o que cativou".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco carinho, admiração, afeição. Vira apenas mais um "contato". Mais alguém que só merece meu respeito, sem maiores considerações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafeiçoei-me. E acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-254566405250761029?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/254566405250761029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=254566405250761029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/254566405250761029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/254566405250761029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprendi-dizer-tchau.html' title='aprendi a dizer &quot;tchau&quot;.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2537450162393093394</id><published>2009-08-26T23:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:30:24.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Resultado de gravidez: positivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HCG                          qualitativa na urina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nomes alternativos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beta-HCG                    qualitativa na urina&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Como é realizado o exame:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coleta-se                    uma amostra de urina. A mulher deve urinar normalmente, mas                    deve coletar uma amostra em um recipiente. Normalmente, dá-se                    preferência à urina da primeira micção                    matinal (a primeira vez que a mulher urina pela manhã),                    porque a urina é mais concentrada. &lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    A maioria dos testes de &lt;a href="http://adam.sertaoggi.com.br/encyclopedia/ency/article/000887.htm"&gt;gravidez&lt;/a&gt; depende                    do processo de aglutinação. Os glóbulos                    vermelhos sangüíneos sensibilizados são misturados                    com a urina (em um tubo de ensaio, uma lâmina ou por outros                    métodos). Se a mulher estiver &lt;a href="http://adam.sertaoggi.com.br/encyclopedia/ency/article/000887.htm"&gt;grávida&lt;/a&gt;,                    haverá &lt;a href="http://adam.sertaoggi.com.br/encyclopedia/ency/article/002223.htm"&gt;anticorpos&lt;/a&gt; na urina que                    farão os glóbulos vermelhos se aglutinar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    Alguns dos testes de gravidez mais sensíveis usam anticorpos                    monoclonais, em vez de glóbulos vermelhos sangüíneos                    sensibilizados. &lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    Alguns dos testes de gravidez de uso doméstico exigem                    simplesmente que a tira do teste seja colocada na urina ou que                    a mulher a passe através do jato de urina, enquanto estiver                    urinando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- / / -- / / -- / / --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Costumo dizer que mulher gestante é sinônimo de "misto de sentimentos". Quarta-feira é dia de consultas de pré-natal, na UBS onde estou, e nos corredores ficam aquelas mulheres barrigudinhas, barrigudonas, tristes, felizes, acompanhadas, desacompanhadas. Os testes de gravidez também são realizados às quartas-feiras, pela Enfermagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje orientei uma paciente sobre os procedimentos do teste. Pedi que aguardasse um momento, pra que pudéssemos confirmar a gravidez. Eram apenas 5 minutinhos pra mim, mas sabia que ela, do lado de fora, estava ansiosa, esperando uma "eternidade". Ela, 41 anos de idade, 6 filhos "criados". Eu, uma "menina" a qual a primeira pergunta que ela fez foi "quantos anos vc tem?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: positivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez na vida que eu daria a notícia à uma "mamãe" que seu bebê estava alí, no seu ventre. Eu a chamo. Ela entra, nervosa, com a desculpa que está "com frio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sorrindo, com calma:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vem vindo um bebê aí, mamãe!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ela, nervosa:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ái meu deus! Eu sabia, e agora??&lt;/span&gt;" como se fosse eu, com o resultado de positividade aos 21 aninhos de idade. [rs]&lt;br /&gt;Eu:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vamos ter calma... não estamos falando sobre um câncer, nem sobre uma doença sem cura. Falo de vida! Você está, mais uma vez, fazendo o que nem os anjos podem fazer: gerando vida dentro de vc!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ela, começa a chorar... espero ela deixar as lágrimas rolarem, e, ainda chorando, me abraça:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ainda bem que vcs confortam... os médicos por aí são tão frios, grossos, mal educados&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo pensando: gestante é sinônimo de misto de sentimentos. E eu quero participar, sempre que puder, de cada "positivo", de cada orientação, de cada puerpério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto mesmo é de trabalhar com "vida"! Sempre vida! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2537450162393093394?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2537450162393093394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2537450162393093394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2537450162393093394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2537450162393093394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/resultado-de-gravidez-positivo.html' title='Resultado de gravidez: positivo'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5764485545432022818</id><published>2009-08-23T11:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:34:45.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Pra você eu digo "sim"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só será uma discussão se eu levar adiante, e eu não vou fazer isso... [...]&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[ele*, em 22/08/09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Toda aquela atitude feminista de "eu dou as cartas" desfalecem quando a gente sente que tem alguém tomando conta da situação, e que sabe o que fazer tanto quanto vc, ou melhor! Gostei da sensação de não ter que preocupar-me em resolver, em brigar, em discutir, em descabelar-me em meus pontos de vista milimetricamente elaborados. Às vezes é bom aquietar-se com um "xiu!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E toda aquela braveza momentânea dá espaço pra um calorzinho incrível que chega ao coração, e vc consegue dizer apenas duas palavrinhas... simples... fáceis... secretas... sinceras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não largo meu modo imperativo de ser... ele me conheceu assim. Mas descubro que ser "maria-mole" [rs], às vezes, pode ser bastante interessante. É preciso saber que tem alguém com o controle da situação qdo vc fraquejar... e é bom suspirar ao fim disso, confesso! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coração teimoso, louco, que desfaz tudo o que a gente acerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"E eu que pensava que não ia me apaixonar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5764485545432022818?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5764485545432022818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5764485545432022818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5764485545432022818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5764485545432022818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pra-voce-eu-digo-sim.html' title='Pra você eu digo &quot;sim&quot;!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1356343958684699844</id><published>2009-08-22T11:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:37:27.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>[Assunto não concluído]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é preciso concordar comigo em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[se fosse assim, seria mto mto sem graça.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1356343958684699844?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1356343958684699844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1356343958684699844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1356343958684699844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1356343958684699844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/primeira-discussao.html' title='[Assunto não concluído]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8507227550266604216</id><published>2009-08-20T23:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:16:03.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>"É sempre um prazer conhecer uma das garotas de Edward!" [filme Uma Linda Mulher] rs***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/So4CW-x4ErI/AAAAAAAABFQ/91rMZxHlpYM/s1600-h/sorry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/So4CW-x4ErI/AAAAAAAABFQ/91rMZxHlpYM/s400/sorry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372233999332151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitas são visitas. Orkut tá aí pra isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas qdo as visitas são freqüêntes, me dou o direito de perguntar: "desculpa, mas a gente se conhece?"...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz aqui pra mim... bem no meu ouvidinho: que é que querem tentando fuçar my life? Saber tipo o que?... Ó dúvida cruel... pra sempre.... [no meu ou no seu coração? ou será ainda no coração delas?..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8507227550266604216?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8507227550266604216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8507227550266604216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8507227550266604216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8507227550266604216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-sempre-um-prazer-conhecer-uma-das.html' title='&quot;É sempre um prazer conhecer uma das garotas de Edward!&quot; [filme Uma Linda Mulher] rs***'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/So4CW-x4ErI/AAAAAAAABFQ/91rMZxHlpYM/s72-c/sorry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1286563573342163605</id><published>2009-08-18T05:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:36:10.090-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Sonho [?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa noite sonhei que estava apaixonada por alguém que me conquistava dia após dia, como se fosse um exercício diário. Sonhei que ele era alto, de cabelos lisinhos, porte "atlético" [rs], olhinhos puxados [sem ser oriental!] e abraçava aqueles abrços longos, sabe!? Ainda no sonho, ele tinha um jeito de dizer "preciso de vc" que fazia meus joelhos tremerem... um beijinho com gosto de tudo-que-houver-de-melhor-nessa-vida... todas as caronas mais necessárias... e o ponto alto de nossos assuntos era qdo ele falava de Ana Beatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa... que sonho!!!! rs****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;**Certas coisas na vida parecem realmente um sonho... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;***Adoro sonhar acordada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[tenho alguns acontecimentos interessantes pra registrar... só me falta tempo hábil. Em breve! rs]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1286563573342163605?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1286563573342163605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1286563573342163605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1286563573342163605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1286563573342163605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sonho.html' title='Sonho [?]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-899357126624345661</id><published>2009-08-16T19:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:08:23.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Feminilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pq não basta ser mulher, tem que ser feminina. Pq é assim que encantamos os homens, é assim que eles nos gostam e é assim q eles nos querem... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"mina" que fala "e aê mano" é coisa de moleque, neah!?...rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-899357126624345661?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/899357126624345661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=899357126624345661&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/899357126624345661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/899357126624345661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/feminilidade.html' title='Feminilidade'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8095585303527550465</id><published>2009-08-15T15:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:41:11.779-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Não sou descartável.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto de compromisso. Seja com amores, amigos, familiares. Não gosto da sensação "curta enquanto durar" e fico fula da vida quando me dizem isso. Quero continuar tendo medo de perder e sem a sensação de que tudo pode ser "descartável". Eu não sou descartável. Eu não trato ninguém como se fossem descartáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço mil e um esforços pra que não saiam da minha vida... qdo saem, fico com consciencia tranquila pra poder dizer "vá com Deus". Mas eu, Alice Reis, não costumo ter laços "frouxos". Gosto de laços firmes... respeito isso. E acho que, se eu não fosse assim, estaria sendo MÁSTER IRRESPONSÁVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu... claro!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8095585303527550465?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8095585303527550465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8095585303527550465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8095585303527550465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8095585303527550465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-sou-descartavel.html' title='Não sou descartável.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8757318784978923515</id><published>2009-08-14T00:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:14:50.754-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Blablabla [parte sei lá]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O tempo tá ficando escasso. O cansaço tá dominante. Os estudos estão acumulando-se. Problema meu, eu sei. hunf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pelo menos muitas coisas estão resolvendo-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E chega por hj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8757318784978923515?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8757318784978923515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8757318784978923515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8757318784978923515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8757318784978923515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/blablabla-parte-sei-la.html' title='Blablabla [parte sei lá]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3045648797731304674</id><published>2009-08-06T07:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:36:47.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Síndrome de Tensão Pré-Menstrual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Snqu-fU05DI/AAAAAAAABFI/u5aaj9U0iHM/s1600-h/OgAAAFMlJto6_TSfTujY1tAY2YYWCHQ2tv0nIwbxtvBpfVlYBMc2rnuie8eHZZ30QDZheCNpNSH1v4ZL_KnRj4WWhowAm1T1UL8SYPJxoeycQDCil0spehmIKGM9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Também conhecida por TPM, é um conjunto de sintomas físicos e comportamentais que ocorrem na segunda metade do ciclo menstrual podendo ser tão severos que interfiram significativamente na vida da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;A TPM é uma desordem neuropsicoendócrina com sintomas que afetam a mulher na esfera biológica, psicológica e social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tendência hoje é acreditar que a função fisiológica do ovário seja o gatilho que dispara os sintomas da síndrome alterando a atividade da serotonina (neurotransmissor) em nível de sistema nervoso central.&lt;br /&gt;O tratamento depende da severidade dos sintomas e incluem modificações alimentares, comportamentais e tratamentos medicamentosos.&lt;br /&gt;Os sintomas mais comuns incluem:&lt;br /&gt;Por ordem de freqüência: DESCONFORTO ABDOMINAL, MASTALGIA CEFALÉIA, FADIGA, IRRITABILIDADE, TENSÃO, HUMOR DEPRIMIDO, HUMOR LÁBIL, AUMENTO DO APETITE, ESQUECIMENTO E DIFICULDADE DE CONCENTRAÇÃO, ACNE, HIPERSENSIBILIDADE AOS ESTÍMULOS, RAIVA, CHORO FÁCIL, CALORÕES, PALPITAÇÕES e TONTURAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Irritabilidade (nervosismo),&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade (alteração do humor com sentimentos de hostilidade e raiva),&lt;br /&gt;Depressão (com sensação de desvalia, distúrbio do sono, dificuldade de concentração)&lt;br /&gt;Cefaléia (dor de cabeça),&lt;br /&gt;Mastalgia (dor ou aumento da sensibilidade das mamas),&lt;br /&gt;Retenção de líquidos (inchaço ou dor nas pernas),&lt;br /&gt;Cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;Desejos por alguns alimentos como chocolates, doces e comidas salgadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Lih surtando: respira-fundo-chora-briga-grita-se-embeleza-toda-chora-de-novo-ouve-a-música-que-o-vihcio-mandou-fica-calma-briga-com-todo-mundo-sorri-acha-que-o-mundo-acabou-atende-o-celular-nervosa-desliga-feliz-da-vida-sente-raiva-raiva-raiva-respira-fundo-calma-tá-passando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3045648797731304674?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3045648797731304674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3045648797731304674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3045648797731304674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3045648797731304674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sindrome-de-tensao-pre-menstrual.html' title='Síndrome de Tensão Pré-Menstrual'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7082459129785429215</id><published>2009-08-02T19:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:02:50.888-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pró-Sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Rapidinhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A H1N1 adiou o início das aulas na facul pro dia 10. Tá me enlouquecendo isso já. Louca pra acabar, e o fim está sendo adiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meu jaleco da Pró-Sangue manchou de ferrugem. Procurei [google.com] como se tira manchas de ferrugem: limão + sal. Amanhã vou "temperar" meu jaleco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tou desenvolvendo a técnica de não ficar "vermelhinha" com o que me dizem. É só ser "adulta", já entendi. [difícil pra c*aramba].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ontem fiz plantão na parte da manhã. À noite fui em uma "balada gospel". Hahahaha [óh eu, dando arma pros fofoqueiros de plantão... é brincadeira viu gente? Era uma igreja, "mto louca", mas era igreja..rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Passei o dia com dor de cabeça [ressaca?..rs]. Nem acredito que amanhã é segunda. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ontem fez um mês que trabalho no &lt;a href="http://www.prosangue.sp.gov.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;banco de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... =D [já???...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Recebi uma proposta de casamento............... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hoje fez sol e, apesar da dor de cabeça terrível, era td que eu precisava pra clarear a mente. Ontem lavei minha alma, e hoje clareei os objetivos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Devo tá de TPM, ando alterada demais. [rs.. louca]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7082459129785429215?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7082459129785429215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7082459129785429215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7082459129785429215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7082459129785429215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/rapidinhas.html' title='Rapidinhas.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4939026456058228192</id><published>2009-07-26T19:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:36:24.973-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Took the "Em que época você deveria ter nascido ?" quiz and got "Século XXI"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shar.es/xqs3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Took the "Em que época você deveria ter nascido ?" quiz and got "Século XXI"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posted using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[rs... mto coisa de quem quer que o TCC morra, que o mundo acabe, que Jesus volte, pq a preguiça de estudar tá GI-GAN-TES-CA! Xo criar vergonha nessa minha cara...rs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4939026456058228192?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4939026456058228192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4939026456058228192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4939026456058228192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4939026456058228192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/took-que-epoca-voce-deveria-ter-nascido.html' title='Took the &amp;quot;Em que época você deveria ter nascido ?&amp;quot; quiz and got &amp;quot;Século XXI&amp;quot;!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-658597417186813340</id><published>2009-07-26T15:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:43:16.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[re]arrumando o armário dos 4 anos de faculdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanta mistura de acontecimentos e fases! Quantos bilhetes de mil amores..rs. Quantas agendas, anotações, rabiscos. Quantos livros adquiri, quanta matéria, quantos rascunhos! Quantas fotos, recadinhos de amigas do coração... quantos papéis da Maternidade onde Ana nasceu, exames, cartões de aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro ser remetida ao passado, às vezes. Minha fase "saudável" me permite isso. Me permite muito mais que isso... e isso me deixa feliz! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda tenho um semestre pela frente. O último. I'll be a nurse! ..rs. Nem acredito.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-658597417186813340?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/658597417186813340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=658597417186813340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/658597417186813340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/658597417186813340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3761947169289129176</id><published>2009-07-24T20:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:00:07.569-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Fofoqueira[S]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SmpKOFvitgI/AAAAAAAABFA/Jh1UpwLhV1s/s1600-h/1195871139_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362179912258205186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SmpKOFvitgI/AAAAAAAABFA/Jh1UpwLhV1s/s200/1195871139_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E toda vez que penso que estão todos ocupados, vivendo suas vidas, percebo que tem gente que não tem mesmo o que fazer... talvez seja falta de emoção na vida pacata que escolheram. Talvez seja falta de capacidade de enobrecer seus propósitos diários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não costumo perder tempo com blablablá de fofoca desse tipo de pessoas, muito menos importar-me com isso. Mas, em função de meus breves momentos de folga, resolvi abrir uma excessão, e registrar aqui pros meus adoráveis leitores, acompanhantes e afins: FALSIDADE me enoja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sou de segurar o que penso pra quem quer que seja, pq o que eu penso, eu assumo. Isso é ter PERSONALIDADE. Não me importo que queiram fuçar minha vida, saber se namoro ou não, se tou com o pai da minha filha ou com outro, se saio ficando com deus e o mundo, se sou santa ou vagabunda, se gosto mini-saia ou saia comprida... eu sei quem sou, sei o que faço, e não me importo se isso é tema de conversas ao vivo, em msn ou seja a droga que for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas uma coisa eu vou deixar clara: FALSIDADE NÃO! Não suporto, não tolero, abro o verbo, falo na cara. Portanto, DICA DE SUCESSO: melhor me deixar quietinha... fale mal de mim à vontade. O que vc pensa ou diz não denigre minha imagem. Mas pelamordedeus, não use a hipocrisia como aliada. Melhor ficar longe, pq EU NÃO TENHO MEDO de falar o que penso em hipótese nenhuma e vou até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hipocrisia não é instrumento pra usar comigo. Me odeie, acabe comigo, mas não tente forçar "amizade", pq isso eu não tolero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E esse povinho de igreja gosta de uma fofoca, hein!? Deus! É disso que vcs precisam.. precisam menos de igreja, e mais de Deus.... menos microfone na mão e olhinhos fechados, e mais maturidade. Menos "louve a Deus, irmão" e mais estudo da Palavra. Menos tempo em msn e mais tempo de leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É cada uma que me aparece.... um bando de maria-fofoqueira, sabe? Coisa de comadre..rs. Conversinha de quem casou e não tem filho nem faculdade pra se importar... áiái...rs. Vão cuidar das cuecas dos maridos e da janta, ok???........rs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3761947169289129176?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3761947169289129176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3761947169289129176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3761947169289129176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3761947169289129176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fofqueiras.html' title='Fofoqueira[S]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SmpKOFvitgI/AAAAAAAABFA/Jh1UpwLhV1s/s72-c/1195871139_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1192329062921543939</id><published>2009-07-22T08:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:47:07.349-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><title type='text'>tempo + espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Smb7rWn6ZhI/AAAAAAAABEw/xVNvNAaOUHw/s1600-h/OgAAALTWGs7dByW1_q0FWI__D26fKBfbKdxHpuBKX5ADkhw9Ex96kS4hI81pbLcsVfVeZGIF1b96_mO-ggZJ0leOSNoAm1T1UCgzCyA0gflrtEnTmsaoGT5xox_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361249128657085970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Smb7rWn6ZhI/AAAAAAAABEw/xVNvNAaOUHw/s200/OgAAALTWGs7dByW1_q0FWI__D26fKBfbKdxHpuBKX5ADkhw9Ex96kS4hI81pbLcsVfVeZGIF1b96_mO-ggZJ0leOSNoAm1T1UCgzCyA0gflrtEnTmsaoGT5xox_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O espelho só reflete minha imagem. Queria mesmo é tirar um RX da minha alma. Identificar cada vontade, cada pensamento, cada sentimento com clareza e precisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pior é quando vc sabe exatamente o que fazer, mas não faz. Se alguma coisa refletisse minha alma, eu faria tudo direito. Seria como ver minha boca com o batom borrado no espelho e arrumar, pq estou vendo. Mas por dentro eu não enxergo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Smb70uS5z2I/AAAAAAAABE4/hMnanWdSGF4/s1600-h/OgAAAKrP59enlpFFRU0qJMHS2g4oOyuAA7GljgtVOl7pbtgX48CMvkSQ6UEEoIOaUNX1DQtRYRXdkRaezSmzuvH23kkAm1T1UO9zChse8zzEST4VGt-SLeyqdaNs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361249289630240610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Smb70uS5z2I/AAAAAAAABE4/hMnanWdSGF4/s200/OgAAAKrP59enlpFFRU0qJMHS2g4oOyuAA7GljgtVOl7pbtgX48CMvkSQ6UEEoIOaUNX1DQtRYRXdkRaezSmzuvH23kkAm1T1UO9zChse8zzEST4VGt-SLeyqdaNs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;direito. Ou melhor, enxergo, mas não incomoda tanto quanto um batom borrado que vejo em meu reflexo. Até pq, mta gente vê o batom borrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por dentro, só eu me enxergo. Eu e Deus. E Deus sabe minhas intenções. E eu sei minhas intenções. Mass não tá dando pra "arrumar" muita coisa agora. Preciso de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tempo... e um espelho pra minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1192329062921543939?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1192329062921543939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1192329062921543939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1192329062921543939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1192329062921543939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo-espelho.html' title='tempo + espelho'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Smb7rWn6ZhI/AAAAAAAABEw/xVNvNAaOUHw/s72-c/OgAAALTWGs7dByW1_q0FWI__D26fKBfbKdxHpuBKX5ADkhw9Ex96kS4hI81pbLcsVfVeZGIF1b96_mO-ggZJ0leOSNoAm1T1UCgzCyA0gflrtEnTmsaoGT5xox_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2259382130758938422</id><published>2009-07-18T11:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:35:06.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Blablabla [parte IV]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sábado de plantão. E será de plantão pra eu ter um dia todo vihciando-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou contando as horas pra ele chegar. Tou guardando cada beijinho, cada pedacinho, cada fiozinho de cabelo pra quando ele chegar. Tou inventando mil desculpas pra não sair com outros "alguéns", e só qdo me vi fazendo isso descobri o qto não quero ninguém além de vihcio. Não quero ex, não quero estudante de medicina, não quero engenheiro... quero ele, e só ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei entediada esses dias. Cansada além da conta. Vihcio ligou: "vc precisa de um dia comigo".rs. Concordo com esse pretensioso realista..rs. Preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá na minha hora, tenho um longo dia, mtas veias, mto sangue por hoje ainda..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2259382130758938422?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2259382130758938422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2259382130758938422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2259382130758938422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2259382130758938422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blablabla-parte-iv.html' title='Blablabla [parte IV]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6646824202133610268</id><published>2009-07-16T20:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:24:05.088-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Perigosamente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou medrosa sendo simultaneamente ousada com freqüência. Não. Não é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, minhas escolhas é que são sempre um pouco arriscadas. Não é por querer. Percebi isso hoje, filosofando sobre minha vida em pensamentos no caminho pro trabalho. Tão calma, tão tranquila, mas sempre um pouco "arriscada" demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre um passo que dou sem segurança total. Ok. Segurança total é utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco minhas escolhas, meu coração, meus pensamentos, minhas palavras. Jogo, não jogo, aguardo resultados que por vezes são satisfatórios... outras vezes, frustrantes. Mas já aprendi a lhe dar com a sensação do fracasso e gosto imensamente de sentir o sabor da "recuperação". Às vezes chega a ser melhor que o gostinho da vitória simples e fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, olhando pra mim, ninguém acredita que "eu vivo perigosamente"...rs. Mas é verdade. Eu juro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6646824202133610268?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6646824202133610268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6646824202133610268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6646824202133610268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6646824202133610268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/perigosamente.html' title='Perigosamente.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3656843631764723223</id><published>2009-07-11T19:17:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:41:56.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Barbolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mafiadospavoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; indicou, nós fomos conferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indico tb! O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbolla.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Barbolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; é tudibom. Atenção aos casais apaixonados... o ambiente é romantiquééérrimooo! A luz ambiente é um amor!! O som é perfeito, combinando com toda a decoração local. Realmente um lugar que vale muito à pena conhecer e frequentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprovadíssimo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mafiadospavoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Pena que não pude conferir no 12 de Junho, com meu vihcio, como vc aconselhou..rs. Mas ele vai adorar me levar lá de novo...rs. Tenho certeza! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus 4 dias de folga estão rendendo. Sinto que estou há 15 dias de férias...rs. A gente aproveita, neah!?..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSs6VGEqI/AAAAAAAABEg/Ky_aa4r-ACQ/s1600-h/OgAAADTsb2TqLIZ35QnmhXg9VZItPYFoy-2ioB8_hH-i8wDasdhJ8cQHjNU6pI3m5-78CEx0pj4LsQvypC2WYHTW6xQAm1T1ULNPlZGz-DUeb0zr3Bwh6szS28IL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333794515194530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSs6VGEqI/AAAAAAAABEg/Ky_aa4r-ACQ/s400/OgAAADTsb2TqLIZ35QnmhXg9VZItPYFoy-2ioB8_hH-i8wDasdhJ8cQHjNU6pI3m5-78CEx0pj4LsQvypC2WYHTW6xQAm1T1ULNPlZGz-DUeb0zr3Bwh6szS28IL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu e a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Maçã de Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [da lista dos "Não acoólicos" tá?..rs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkShEASAJI/AAAAAAAABEY/hThQq5a6xyg/s1600-h/OgAAANJ_TkAgvqJXQh_nSt1gu5M-vdgBowbMpw7eMPfS17Fu8qhjSbvLwyPQ4OGmHSv-rPBsKeGptBZQr_6uDl-l-NwAm1T1UPqpZzDMSD_Q6hJMHju53f1ns2dL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333590953820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkShEASAJI/AAAAAAAABEY/hThQq5a6xyg/s400/OgAAANJ_TkAgvqJXQh_nSt1gu5M-vdgBowbMpw7eMPfS17Fu8qhjSbvLwyPQ4OGmHSv-rPBsKeGptBZQr_6uDl-l-NwAm1T1UPqpZzDMSD_Q6hJMHju53f1ns2dL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Qualquer semelhança não é mera coincidência..rs. Primas! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSXyutXrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/qZYxrxw6jk8/s1600-h/OgAAAG8lGxrTc4hJJGJl7cVlNkXLfBI9w07AiUeQBggrP9fPn6ALaWU6F9uv2hGqv3ghb5wvOlpcKGkh_yUWJG5udbwAm1T1UFAh0W5ItAXKyZTl8WEGPhcCso1x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333431697890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSXyutXrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/qZYxrxw6jk8/s400/OgAAAG8lGxrTc4hJJGJl7cVlNkXLfBI9w07AiUeQBggrP9fPn6ALaWU6F9uv2hGqv3ghb5wvOlpcKGkh_yUWJG5udbwAm1T1UFAh0W5ItAXKyZTl8WEGPhcCso1x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Agarra ele!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSQtyrFUI/AAAAAAAABEI/IxvcuoUDZaQ/s1600-h/OgAAAMmsQ67ZyjyP0rktomOHnDIyU_ibahOh45GAQIplLsMC5o9jexknULvDHQprkpu0JIVdtxYMyfW34kRM75vntl0Am1T1UIFLcJ_oFTzpZt_KPr8WP4GLZqaQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333310113256770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSQtyrFUI/AAAAAAAABEI/IxvcuoUDZaQ/s400/OgAAAMmsQ67ZyjyP0rktomOHnDIyU_ibahOh45GAQIplLsMC5o9jexknULvDHQprkpu0JIVdtxYMyfW34kRM75vntl0Am1T1UIFLcJ_oFTzpZt_KPr8WP4GLZqaQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hmmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSH3B62wI/AAAAAAAABEA/KlCw8ixTkaM/s1600-h/OgAAALTRThmRDXz1H125_az7km8jxR43ylK0oldN1cko93lOOvrq9CaVi742Xx22KQLIpcDxKt7T6sSS-3JOJXkz80UAm1T1UBzRrycxL1QYS2aNFFy3RSzcUjzR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333157974301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSH3B62wI/AAAAAAAABEA/KlCw8ixTkaM/s400/OgAAALTRThmRDXz1H125_az7km8jxR43ylK0oldN1cko93lOOvrq9CaVi742Xx22KQLIpcDxKt7T6sSS-3JOJXkz80UAm1T1UBzRrycxL1QYS2aNFFy3RSzcUjzR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; boas risadas, boa conversa, boa música, boa comida, boas bebidas, ótimas recordações!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3656843631764723223?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3656843631764723223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3656843631764723223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3656843631764723223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3656843631764723223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/barbolla.html' title='Barbolla'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlkSs6VGEqI/AAAAAAAABEg/Ky_aa4r-ACQ/s72-c/OgAAADTsb2TqLIZ35QnmhXg9VZItPYFoy-2ioB8_hH-i8wDasdhJ8cQHjNU6pI3m5-78CEx0pj4LsQvypC2WYHTW6xQAm1T1ULNPlZGz-DUeb0zr3Bwh6szS28IL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-9050634228527386270</id><published>2009-07-10T07:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:14:41.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Ela tinha minha idade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheia de sonhos intensos... talvez quisesse dançar, ser escritora, médica, doutora, advogada. Talvez não gostasse de giló, não tivesse namorado, mas provavelmente pensava em casar e ter sua própria família. Quem sabe sua sobremesa favorita fosse torta de morango, preferia seus cabelos soltos e adorasse uma calça jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre amores, trilhando seu caminho, apoiada no carinho de pais e amigos, como todos nós... como cada um de nós. Foi surpreendida por um câncer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não a conhecia. Sei que ela tinha a minha idade. A família lutou. Ela lutou. Submetida a quimioterapias, procedimentos invasivos, internações hospitalares. Perdeu os cabelos, as feições com certeza mudaram e suas preocupações e ansiedades tiveram uma reviravolta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E por mais que tentemos imaginar, só quem vive a situação e sua gravidade conseguem sentir a intensidade das mudanças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tento me colocar em seu lugar. Tento colocá-la no lugar de alguém que amo e conheço profundamente pra tentar ter uma pincelada da dor que a família sente nesse momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos 24 anos ela teve sua vida interrompida. Podia ser comigo. Podia ser com alguém que amo. Podia ser com vc. Não estamos imunes a nada disso, e a morte me faz refletir, me dói, me sufoca. Ela tinha a minha idade... e já acabou pra ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quais seriam seus planos, sonhos e metas? Quantas pessoas a amavam? Quantos "eu te amo" ela pode ter dito ou deixado de dizer? Não importa mais. Acabou... e poderia ter acabado pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Morte não respeita idade, sexo, raça... ela vem. Pode demorar, pode ser hoje, amanhã. Ela vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida é agora. O que &lt;s&gt;você tem&lt;/s&gt; eu tenho feito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlciOYV-SiI/AAAAAAAABD4/TnKNS2bqFXI/s1600-h/vida-melhor-280108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356787912228620834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlciOYV-SiI/AAAAAAAABD4/TnKNS2bqFXI/s200/vida-melhor-280108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-9050634228527386270?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9050634228527386270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=9050634228527386270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9050634228527386270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9050634228527386270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-tinha-minha-idade.html' title='Ela tinha minha idade...'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlciOYV-SiI/AAAAAAAABD4/TnKNS2bqFXI/s72-c/vida-melhor-280108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-14875325189377498</id><published>2009-07-07T20:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:20:46.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pró-Sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><title type='text'>"Só uma picadinha, tá? =]"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlPZJzMOfSI/AAAAAAAABDw/jz8EC_anDS0/s1600-h/sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863144257191202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlPZJzMOfSI/AAAAAAAABDw/jz8EC_anDS0/s200/sangue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estamos em semana de treinamento qualquer coisa pode ser considerado uma "vitória". E aí que agora estou "abrindo" e "fechando" bolsa so-zi-nha! Com um acréscimo: minha primeira punção na Pró-Sangue foi hoje. Que emoção! rs* Aquele calibre assustador, em minhas mãozinhas... o sangue correndo pela extensão da bolsa assim que apertei o "start"... áiái... foi incrível..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feliz com as conquistas.. com o aprendizado.. com as amizades que venho conquistando. Lugar lindo que tem me feito feliz! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="verdana"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-14875325189377498?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/14875325189377498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=14875325189377498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/14875325189377498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/14875325189377498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-estamos-em-semana-de-treinamento.html' title='&quot;Só uma picadinha, tá? =]&quot;'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SlPZJzMOfSI/AAAAAAAABDw/jz8EC_anDS0/s72-c/sangue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7678051063477707875</id><published>2009-07-04T22:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:07:41.954-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pró-Sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Plantão [?!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje trabalhei no primeiro plantão de final de semana da minha vida...! E lá estavam todos os doadores que não vão durante a semana...rs. Gostei. Gostei mais ainda da idéia de ganhar um dia durante a semana, livre, pra curtir meu vihcio, claro! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Meu celular toca, eu atendo e escuto "Oi meu amor!"... E aí que meu sorriso é daqueles que a gente sorri com a alma, que arrepia, que dá um misto de calor e frio...! Dá vontade de um abraço eterno, aquecido com perfume-vindo-do-pescoço!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade demais!!! Mortinha! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7678051063477707875?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7678051063477707875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7678051063477707875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7678051063477707875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7678051063477707875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/plantao.html' title='Plantão [?!]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2337326867099625181</id><published>2009-07-02T08:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:11:43.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>Mãe solteira, sim! rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Beatriz e seus encantos surpreendem-me a cada dia. Ela cresce rápido, na velocidade da luz! Sinto que logo mais terei que explicar os maiores mistérios da vida pra ela, tendo a certeza de que ela irá entender. "Tenho medo da sua filha!...rs" [by Jacque]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que toco a campainha, ouço os gritos dela: "Mamãe!!! Mamãe!!" E meu coração se derrete!..rs. "Mamãe, fica comigo!" "Brinca comigo?" "Vamos ver DVD da Bu?" "Deixa eu pentear seu cabelo?" "Quero colo, mamãeginha" "Mamãe! Essa roupa nao..=/" "Eu amo vc, mamãe!" "Minha mãe é lindaa! Hunf!" "Vc tá brava mamãe?" "Não briga comigo.. =/"..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor coisa da vida. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A maternidade me faz bem&lt;/span&gt;, me renova, me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enobrece&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nós nos aprendemos a cada dia, crescemos juntas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa quem fale em "pai" e que se danem as perguntas "ela sabe quem é o pai dela?"... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pergunte a ela!!&lt;/span&gt; A reposta vem certa, prática e confiante: "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pai é o meu vovô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" E é mesmo!.. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tendo um avô desses, qualquer pai vira um nada. Portanto, não perguntem-me sobre pai, sobre ex, ou qualquer coisa do tipo. Além de anti-ético, ultrapassa os limites de minha paciência, fico brava mesmo, não meço as palavras, sou grossa, sou tempestiva, sou "leoa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem gosta de dar chances pra "molecagem" é a "molecada". Pra mim, passado é passado, e enterro junto com e-mails de "saudade" recebidos a cada nova temporada.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá um tempo né???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2337326867099625181?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2337326867099625181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2337326867099625181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2337326867099625181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2337326867099625181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/mae-solteira-sim-rs.html' title='Mãe solteira, sim! rs'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3289364113103989220</id><published>2009-07-01T22:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:41:08.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pró-Sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Conhecendo vidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro dia de estágio. Meio "perdida"... mas sempre sorrindo! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Absolutamente adorei... adorei cada rostinho, cada conversa, cada conselho. Amei cada "bem vindaaaa"... fiquei feliz! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Senti-me bem... o ambiente mais lindo, mais solidário, mais amável para se trabalhar! E eu vou amar.... estou sentindo... já tenho um amigo "pra sempre".. com dedinho mindinho e tudo!..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tô cansada, com sono, e preciso estudar. Relatos minunciosos só depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3289364113103989220?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3289364113103989220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3289364113103989220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3289364113103989220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3289364113103989220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/conhecendo-vidas.html' title='Conhecendo vidas.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5925215151475703218</id><published>2009-06-30T20:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:19:53.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Alívio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu precisava de hoje. Precisava sentir a agitação da Av. Paulista, os prédios enormes, cheios, mta gente! Tive que checar os "meus" lugares... saber se ainda estavam alí. Descobri que "minha" papelaria enorme de esquina virou uma baita loja Hering... e não sei com que autorização ¬¬ ..rs. Tomei um suco de maracujá, curtindo o movimento, os carros, os funcionários em seus horários de almoço, os homens [jovens] engravatados, sorrindo, olhando, sendo gentis.. as mulheres em saltos e modelinhos elegantes. Os estudantes, os rebeldes, os loucos. Adoro a Av. Paulista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou agora estagiária com &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.coren-sp.gov.br/internet/072005/"&gt;COREN&lt;/a&gt;. Amanhã começo uma etapa maravilhosa. Estou ansiosa, cheia de vontade...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisava tb do telefonema recebido hoje. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora posso voltar a pensar em casar com vc?&lt;/span&gt;". Agora sim! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz. Ele me acalma. Forever and ever! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5925215151475703218?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5925215151475703218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5925215151475703218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5925215151475703218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5925215151475703218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/alivio.html' title='Alívio.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5571934500454214883</id><published>2009-06-29T23:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:23:41.344-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrependimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Decepção não mata, ensina a viver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...E aprende que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não                importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente                não se importam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... Descobre que leva-se anos para construir confiança                e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode                fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependerá para                o resto da vida. Aprende que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdadeiras amizades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; continuam a crescer,                mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é                o que você tem na vida, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; você tem na vida. E                que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.                Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos, se compreendermos                que os amigos mudam. Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem                fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Descobre                que as pessoas com que você mais se importa na vida são                tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso, devemos deixar as                pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última                vez que as vejamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decepcionei-me mto hj à noite. Uma conversa não arranca pedaço. Dizer palavras de conforto, não te deixa menos importante. Às vezes quero amizades impossíveis... penso que as pessoas são melhores do que são... espero sempre mais do que podem me oferecer.... acredito cegamente nos seres humanos. Mas às vezes me decepciono. Mas passa rápido.. rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5571934500454214883?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5571934500454214883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5571934500454214883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5571934500454214883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5571934500454214883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/decepcao-nao-mata-ensina-viver.html' title='Decepção não mata, ensina a viver.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-669651310048201821</id><published>2009-06-27T22:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:31:09.270-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><title type='text'>Take a bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; For making me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That you could be faithful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas acabam por tornar-se previsíveis... Tão previsíveis que a gente chega a questionar se realmente foi tão certo como dois e dois são quatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia dissertar aqui os pensamentos e sentimentos que tive nessas duas semanas passadas, com algumas atitudes de algumas pessoas em relação à minha pessoa... e se resumiriam &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/rihanna/1218934/"&gt;nessa simples canção&lt;/a&gt; [e adoro desde a letra, melodia, batida... rs.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde o valor... não faz o coração acelerar... é o re-play de um filme antigo, preto e branco, que não merece mais ser assistido! Mudanças não ocorrem, valores não se transformam. Não me arrependo de não ter tentado de novo, fiz a escolha certa. Já fui menina, hoje sou mulher... não dá pra brincar de crescer. Não estou brincando de "casinha" e Ana Beatriz não é minha boneca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero envolvimento em um submundo de mentiras, não quero viver em uma bolha de cristal que se quebra ao simples toque, não quero nada disso! E acho que seria exigir pouco de minha capacidade que é tão imensamente infinda. Não sejam pretensiosos demais. As coisas são um pouco diferentes hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei prioridades. Mudei sentimentos. Mudei posicionamento. Mudei meus planos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida passada foi linda!!! Com tantos altos e baixos... gostei de ter sido intensa em tudo que vivi. Gostei de ter amado, de ter sido amada. Gostei de ter crescido sozinha por um longo tempo. Gostei de ter sofrido decepções tremendas... se não fossem elas, hoje eu não seria como sou. Gostei de tudo que passei, senti, sofri, sorri. Mas não quero nada de volta... de forma alguma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de bom, nada de ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a minha vida assim, do jeito que ela está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-669651310048201821?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/669651310048201821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=669651310048201821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/669651310048201821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/669651310048201821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/direito-de-resposta.html' title='Take a bow.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3842510508959353194</id><published>2009-06-24T14:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:54:42.686-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>[meu] Vihcio again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Verdade é que estive em fase de abstinência quase total. Foram duas longas semanas. Duras. Frias. Sombrias. Tristes e cheias de saudade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguns leitores próximos perguntaram-me do "misterioso desaparecimento do vihcio" aqui em &lt;a href="http://www.minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minhas Coleções&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim. Somos um casal de humanos tão humanos quanto todos, embora tenhamos descoberto isso de uma forma bastante infantil [rs*]. Erro meu, erro dele, erro nosso. Não vou contar o ocorrido pra não transformar o blog em "oi querido diário" mais do que ele já é. Mas posso dizer que já me arrependi de tudo que pensei enquanto estivemos afastados. Tudo que pensei, falei, fiz, senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É que ele chega simplesmente tomando espaço de tudo, empurrando de minha mente pessoas-afazeres-presente-passado-futuro com aqueles olhinhos apertados "castanhos esverdeados ao sol" [definição by nós, no museu..rs.] olhando nos meus... e aí esqueço tudo. Passa os braços em volta de minha cintura, e eu desapareço dentro daquele abraço..rs. Me sinto menor do que sou... menina... pequena... segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chega pertinho do meu ouvido, retirando cada fio de cabelo com os dedos susurrando "saudade" em meio a uma chuva de beijinhos!! Conversa longamente comigo sobre tudo... tudo... tudo... qualquer coisa que eu quiser. Me faz rir até chorar quando descobre o que vou falar antes mesmo de eu pensar em falar. Aliás, me faz rir de tudo, inclusive do ciúme sem sentido que ele diz que "não tem direito de falar", mas fala fala fala..rs. E eu, independente, liberal, moderna que sou, odeio ciúme.. mas o dele, ahhhh... o dele eu a-do-ro!..rs.. ironias da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"faz biquinho, nene, faz?..rs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkJ7YSPrPrI/AAAAAAAABDo/2igTD7aeu0M/s1600-h/Foto-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350974964414234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkJ7YSPrPrI/AAAAAAAABDo/2igTD7aeu0M/s400/Foto-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3842510508959353194?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3842510508959353194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3842510508959353194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3842510508959353194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3842510508959353194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-vihcio-again.html' title='[meu] Vihcio again.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkJ7YSPrPrI/AAAAAAAABDo/2igTD7aeu0M/s72-c/Foto-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-9215939263152356053</id><published>2009-06-24T07:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:28:39.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><title type='text'>Too little too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkINX3Z6gpI/AAAAAAAABDg/l5hEpUfnW5Y/s1600-h/OgAAAG_7fhq9zNnnade_MzOaWjPo325iqEmwCNByBi885Tyv4IfW5UIgCjBOPwh1AFNuHYdsY9Op7KL9z_VueCbMuaIAm1T1UDvQbEU8aNErAQYYMxcPENknqEy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350854010930365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkINX3Z6gpI/AAAAAAAABDg/l5hEpUfnW5Y/s400/OgAAAG_7fhq9zNnnade_MzOaWjPo325iqEmwCNByBi885Tyv4IfW5UIgCjBOPwh1AFNuHYdsY9Op7KL9z_VueCbMuaIAm1T1UDvQbEU8aNErAQYYMxcPENknqEy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say the words but boy it don't feel right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you expect me to say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada dia que passa, entendo mais sobre posicionamentos, pensamentos, críticas, sugestões e curiosidades. Não tenho pretensões grandiosas a respeito disso... simplesmente acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you say you've changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because to you it's just a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É um passo que dou conscientemente. Um após o outro. Piso superficialmente com a ponta de um dos pés, se o terreno ceder, recuo instantaneamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me on down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause time has made me strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão logo percebo instabilidades, compreendo entrelinhas e reafirmo processos de pensamento crítico. Não uso suporte, nem apoio como "muletas". Minhas pernas são fortes e caminham com habilidade sustentando o peso de meu coração como se ele fosse uma pluma. Estão exercitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna say this now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your chance has come and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os sonhos e pensamentos não estão mais secretos. Meus sorrisos são "verdade explícita em minha face". Danço. Canto. Emboneco-me. Sou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was young and in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you everything but it wasn't enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you wanna communicate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso muito do que quero. Quero muito do que [ainda] não posso. Não desisto do que me faz bem, seja pensamento, sentimento, pessoa, ambição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go find someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In letting you go i'm loving myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cultivo boas amizades. Guardo grandes amores. Sou toda refeita e,"quanto mais me despedaço, mais fico inteira e serena" [Cecília Meireles]. Isso foi exercício e treinamento, sim, eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't come asking me for help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho preocupações que não são minhas. Se algo me desagradou, tenho um momento de espanto, logo viro pro lado, durmo em paz, e acordo feliz. Só me importam os que me importam... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just like the chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be real it doesn't matter anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Procuro me resolver antes de me envolver. Sentir antes de falar. Detesto joguinhos. Curto muito verdades nuas e cruas que doem na alma. Odeio mentira. Odeio mentiras repetidas vezes... vezes... e mais vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can love with all of my heart baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i have so much to give(i have so much to give)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a player like you i don't have a prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[hoje acordei com a sensação de que tenho o mundo pra caminhar...rs. Dia de entregar os documentos e tirar o COREN de estagiária... uhuuu!..rs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-9215939263152356053?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9215939263152356053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=9215939263152356053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9215939263152356053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/9215939263152356053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too little too late.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SkINX3Z6gpI/AAAAAAAABDg/l5hEpUfnW5Y/s72-c/OgAAAG_7fhq9zNnnade_MzOaWjPo325iqEmwCNByBi885Tyv4IfW5UIgCjBOPwh1AFNuHYdsY9Op7KL9z_VueCbMuaIAm1T1UDvQbEU8aNErAQYYMxcPENknqEy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7228454179733014557</id><published>2009-06-23T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:09:05.014-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus poetas'/><title type='text'>Pra TODOS os homens do mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Quem não dá assistência, abre concorrência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Você homem da atualidade, vem se surpreendendo diuturnamente com o "nível" intelectual, cultural e, principalmente, "liberal" de sua mulher, namorada e etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Às vezes sequer sabe como agir, e lá no fundinho tem aquele medo de ser traído - ou nos termos usuais: "corneado". Saiba de uma coisa... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esse risco é iminente, a probabilidade disso acontecer é muito grande&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;só cabe a você&lt;/span&gt;, e a ninguém mais evitar que isso aconteça ou, então, assumir seu "chifre" em alto e bom som. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Você deve estar perguntando porque eu gastaria meu precioso tempo falando sobre isso. Entretanto, a aflição masculina diante da traição vem me chamando a atenção já há tempos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Mas o que seria uma "mulher moderna"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; A princípio seria aquela que se ama acima de tudo, que não perde (e nem tem) tempo com/para futilidades, é aquela que trabalha porque acha que o trabalho engrandece, que é&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; independente sentimentalmente dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corajosa, companheira, confidente, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; É aquela que às vezes tem uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crise súbita de ciúmes&lt;/span&gt; mas que não tem vergonha nenhuma em admitir que está errada e correr pros seus braços... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; É aquela que consegue ao mesmo tempo ser forte e meiga, desarrumada e linda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Enfim, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mulher moderna é aquela que não tem medo de nada nem de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, olha a vida de frente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fala o que pensa e o que sente, doa a quem doer&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Assim, após um processo "investigatório" junto a essas "mulheres modernas" pude constatar o pior: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; VOCÊ SERÁ (OU É???) "corno", a menos que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deixe uma "mulher moderna" insegura&lt;/span&gt;. Antigamente elas choravam. Hoje, elas simplesmente traem, sem dó nem piedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Não ache que ela tem poderes "adivinhatórios". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela tem de saber - da sua boca - o quanto você gosta dela&lt;/span&gt;. Qualquer dúvida neste sentido poderá levar às conseqüências expostas acima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Não ache que é normal sair com os amigos (seja pra beber, pra jogar futebol...) mais do que duas vezes por semana, três vezes então é assinar atestado de "chifrudo". As "mulheres modernas" dificilmente andam implicando com isso, entretanto elas são categoricamente "cheias de amor pra dar" e precisam da "presença masculina". Se não for a sua meu amigo... bem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Quando disser que vai ligar, ligue, senão o risco dela ligar pra aquele ex bom de cama é grandessíssimo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Satisfaça-a sexualmente. Mas não finja satisfazê-la. As "mulheres modernas" têm um pique absurdo com relação ao sexo e, principalmente dos 20 aos 38 anos, elas pensam em - e querem - fazer sexo todos os dias (pasmem, mas é a pura verdade)...bom, nem precisa dizer que se não for com você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lhe dê atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mas principalmente faça com que ela perceba isso. Garanhões mau (ou bem) intencionados sempre existem, e estes quando querem são peritos em levar uma mulher às nuvens. Então, leve-a você, afinal, ela é sua ou não é???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem pense em provocar "ciuminhos" vãos&lt;/span&gt;. Como pude constatar, mulher insegura é uma máquina colocadora de chifres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Em hipótese alguma deixe-a desconfiar do fato de você estar saindo com outra. Essa mera suposição da parte delas dá ensejo ao um "chifre" tão estrondoso que quando você acordar, meu amigo, já existirá alguém MUITO MAIS "comedor" do que você...só que o prato principal, bem...dessa vez é a SUA mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Sabe aquele bonitão que, você sabe, sairia com a sua mulher a qualquer hora. Bem... de repente a recíproca também pode ser verdadeira. Basta ela, só por um segundo, achar que você merece...Quando você reparar... já foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - Tente estar menos "cansado". A "mulher moderna" também trabalhou o dia inteiro e, provavelmente, ainda tem fôlego para - como diziam os homens de antigamente - "dar uma", para depois, virar pro lado e simplesmente dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volte a fazer coisas do começo da relação&lt;/span&gt;. Se quando começaram a sair viviam se cruzando em "baladas", "se pegando" em lugares inusitados, trocavam e-mails ou telefonemas picantes, a chance dela gostar disso é muito grande, e a de sentir falta disso então é imensa. A "mulher moderna" não pode sentir falta dessas coisas...senão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Bem amigos, aplica-se, finalmente, o tão famoso jargão "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem não dá assistência, abre concorrência&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Deste modo, se você está ao lado de uma mulher de quem realmente gosta e tem plena consciência de que, atualmente o mercado não está pra peixe (falemos de qualidade), pense bem antes de dar alguma dessas "mancadas"... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;proteja-a, ame-a, e, principalmente, faça-a saber disso&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Ela vai pensar milhões de vezes antes de dar bola pra aquele "bonitão" que vive enchendo-a de olhares... e vai continuar, sem dúvidas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhando só pra você&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[arnaldo jabor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7228454179733014557?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7228454179733014557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7228454179733014557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7228454179733014557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7228454179733014557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pra-todos-os-homens-do-mundo.html' title='Pra TODOS os homens do mundo.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5099679095762186493</id><published>2009-06-20T18:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:25:58.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrependimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Só uma borracha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cometi um erro grave. Reincidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns segundos que a visão fica turva, a gente dá um traçado errado... mas dessa vez usei lápis simples, preto, nº2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concedo-me o direito de usar uma borracha simples. Não preciso arrancar página alguma, muito menos começar uma história em um novo livro. Vou simplesmente apagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que uma discussão me fez acreditar que nada é pra sempre. Mas algumas coisas são. E algumas pessoas não mudam da noite pro dia. São pessoas firmes, fortes, que têm momentos de insegurança, como qualquer ser humano... mas não perdem os laços e fazem questão de ser parte integrante e interativa da sua vida. Da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que errei feio. Mas sei que posso usar a borracha. E a partir desse novo entendimento da questão, sei que esse erro foi único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5099679095762186493?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5099679095762186493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5099679095762186493&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5099679095762186493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5099679095762186493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-uma-borracha.html' title='Só uma borracha.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3720815207380655729</id><published>2009-06-16T13:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:46:17.645-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>EX-CLU-SI-VI-DA-DE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhh... tem medo de perder????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então presta atenção. Hunf! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3720815207380655729?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3720815207380655729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3720815207380655729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3720815207380655729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3720815207380655729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ex-clu-si-vi-da-de.html' title='EX-CLU-SI-VI-DA-DE!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7743502098376337282</id><published>2009-06-14T20:18:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:02:00.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><title type='text'>Especialidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWN4wsudVI/AAAAAAAABDA/d8a2B4qy7jA/s1600-h/20070813-sv_trufas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWN4wsudVI/AAAAAAAABDA/d8a2B4qy7jA/s200/20070813-sv_trufas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336138857018706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Algumas pessoas são como uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;caixa de bombons&lt;/span&gt; sortidos. Sim, essas onde cada um tem o seu chocolate preferido, e aquele que não é tão preferido assim. Mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a caixa é completa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;São &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;qualidades mil&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;um perfume, um olhar, um abraço, um beijo, o fato de se preocupar com vc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Ouro Branco, Sonho de Valsa, Surreal!].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWOB2qrxBI/AAAAAAAABDI/FleORt51TOQ/s1600-h/chokito.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWOB2qrxBI/AAAAAAAABDI/FleORt51TOQ/s200/chokito.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336295077889042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeitos 10 mil: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; jeito de brigar, as implicâncias, ciúmes excessivo, futilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[Chokito, Prestígio, Milkbar]. Tudo misturado exatamente como uma caixa de bombons! E eu detesto bombom com recheio de frutas! rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada um tem a sua caixa&lt;/span&gt;. Podemos encontrar pessoas na vida que podem ser a caixa de alguém, mas que, pra vc, representam um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sonho de Valsa&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sensação&lt;/span&gt; e, quem sabe, até outras combinações deliciosas de qualidades e defeitos... mas ainda assim, não são a sua Caixa completa. Ela é uma só.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Vc pode escolher, seguir em frente com bombons sortidos fora da caixa, ou optar pela sua caixa completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWOM_uqo5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/sI57Fibf34k/s1600-h/ouro+branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWOM_uqo5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/sI57Fibf34k/s200/ouro+branco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336486489072530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Às vezes a vida se encarrega de te mostrar se é melhor mantê-la em seu poder, ou ficar de longe, sabendo que se vc voltar a provar daqueles doces, os efeitos colaterais serão maiores que o sabor principal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é feita de escolhas... e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a escolha é sempre sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7743502098376337282?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7743502098376337282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7743502098376337282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7743502098376337282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7743502098376337282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/especialidades.html' title='Especialidades'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SjWN4wsudVI/AAAAAAAABDA/d8a2B4qy7jA/s72-c/20070813-sv_trufas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4023642558763984412</id><published>2009-06-12T12:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:25:07.331-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Maria Fofoqueira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fofoca é coisa do mal. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vc quer divulgar algum acontecimento, conte pra pessoa mais "bem relacionada". Sabe? Aquela que, por um acaso da vida, é "amiiiiga" de todo mundo, conversa com todos, tem assunto de sobra o tempo todo, tem contato frequente com quem quer e na hora que quer, e sabe espalhar muito bem qualquer notícia pra pessoa certa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fofoqueiros não vão pro céu. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.: Dia Dos Namorados... hmmm. Dia perfeito pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;se&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; aquecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;com seu amor, pra ficar juntinho, fazendo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bater cada vez mais forte!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4023642558763984412?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023642558763984412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4023642558763984412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4023642558763984412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4023642558763984412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/maria-fofoqueira.html' title='Maria Fofoqueira.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1194678655296954274</id><published>2009-06-08T16:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:52:34.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Tou com sintomas de saudade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Genteeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tou sufocando, preciso confessar: tou morrendo de saudade dele, acordei querendo móóórrer [falando nisso, ridículas as novas regras de acentuação... quis morrer por causa disso tb...] pq hj é segunda, tenho abstinência severa qdo não o vejo...!!! A sorte é que as responsabilidades diárias, minhas atividades e nossa conversa 24h por dia me fazem voltar ao normal...rs. Mas acordei achando que eu fosse morrer... juro! Tava vendo tudo escurecer, e ao fundo notei uma luz... qdo escutei uma voz "alice, corra para a luz!", o celular tocou com uma msg dele... às 6h da manhã... ufa! rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exageros adolescênticos à parte, sinto falta do cheirinho, penso o tempo todo, sinto vontade de pular no pescoço dele qdo vejo aquele rostinho na cam..rs. Tenho "&lt;em&gt;taquicardia, sudorese, pressão baixa, dispnéia, e sei lá mais o que, qdo vc chega perto de mim! Não dá pra controlar, só dá pra suspirar, e chegar ainda mais pertinho&lt;/em&gt;" [by Vih-cio].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tá, xô ir cuidar da minha vida adulta...rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1194678655296954274?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1194678655296954274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1194678655296954274&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1194678655296954274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1194678655296954274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/tou-com-sintomas-de-saudade.html' title='Tou com sintomas de saudade.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5241299074573393125</id><published>2009-06-06T21:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:15:03.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>21 pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SivdzMU8w8I/AAAAAAAABC4/layFxiSs8iA/s1600-h/Foto-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344609254357386178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SivdzMU8w8I/AAAAAAAABC4/layFxiSs8iA/s200/Foto-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Quem inventou a máquina fotográfica merece um bjo na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Quem inventou o celular com câmera digital merece um bjo de língua! rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô inutilidade inútil, viu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite linda... mto "em família"... pq qdo estou com ele, me sinto em casa. Gostaria de saber exatamente em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;qual momento as pessoas passam a fazer parte de nós&lt;/span&gt;, como se fossem uma tatuagem. E o interessante, é como isso se torna absolutamente normal. É um algo que não dá pra explicar, uma &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;intimidade saudável&lt;/span&gt;, simples, mas forte e necessária. Necessidade. Passo ter necessidade de contar tudo! Pq um acontecimento não é suficientemente lindo se ele não "aplaudir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui comer os 21 pedaços de pizza em homenagem aos 21 aninhos de minha maninha, como combinamos..rs. [e esse era o motivo da noite de hoje]... mas td bem... consegui ver parte de minha família e minha baby conhecendo e partilhando meu vih-cio, e adorando-o tb... ele é "de casa" agora..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aninha, tímida no início... mas &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; sabe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ele sabe...rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5241299074573393125?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5241299074573393125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5241299074573393125&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5241299074573393125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5241299074573393125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-pedacos-na-mansao-da-pizza.html' title='21 pedaços'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SivdzMU8w8I/AAAAAAAABC4/layFxiSs8iA/s72-c/Foto-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2025081399834289455</id><published>2009-06-05T20:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:28:36.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrependimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não muito feliz'/><title type='text'>Último dia do estágio... bye! Próxima fase, por favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouço música o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[escrevo, escrevo, apago tudo... o dia não foi bom. Tou precisando de umas doses de vih-cio delivery. Ele vem vindo. Preciso de colo pra chorar.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou fazer as visitas... pra ficar feliz, sabendo de vcs! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bjos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.: Mudada básica no visu do Minhas Coleções... pq, apesar do dia cinza, meu coração tá colorido!! E mto, mto aquecidinho... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;+ 1 P.S.: Ontem vih-cio e eu comemoramos &lt;s&gt;juntinhos&lt;/s&gt; 2 meses de nós! rs. Só pra constar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2025081399834289455?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2025081399834289455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2025081399834289455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2025081399834289455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2025081399834289455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimo-dia-do-estagio-bye-proxima-fase.html' title='Último dia do estágio... bye! Próxima fase, por favor!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3334528611150825730</id><published>2009-05-31T13:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:27:07.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Música lenta, por favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou explicar pq pra mim as coisas são um pouco mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ter uma história. Olhares, construção, laços... isso precisa existir no meu mundo sentimental. Pra mim, um beijo é muito mais que um contato físico, um abraço vai além de simplesmente "corpo a corpo". Sinto tudo em dimensões abstratas. Isso! Se um beijo, um carinho, um abraço, não tiverem um sentido abstrato, eu não sinto. Meu contato é entre almas. Minha essência precisa ser tocada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de música romântica, sinceridade, sentimentos. Sentimentos. Sentimentos. Sentimentos. Esse é o segredo. Mas acontece assim, sem que eu perceba. Não acontece com freqüência. Meu coração é desconfiado e seletivo. Demoro pra confiar, e demoro pra entregar a chave do meu jardim secreto... eu sou medrosa. FATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto horas pra ver, conto horas pra ouvir a voz. Fico feliz com um denguinhuuu.. ^^. Meu vih-cio me diz que sou "bebê". Não sei se é isso. Talvez meu lado amoroso nunca amadureça. Sei lá. Gosto assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, não rola um pedido em "balada"... não rolam "momentos"... não arrisco tanto. Gosto de receber flores... chocolate... adoro ursinhos. Já namorei com aliança e acho isso a coisa mais fofa do mundo! Adoro passear de mãos dadas, sentir a respiração pertinho da minha boca, misturada com perfume, vontade, abraço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se não tiver um elo, uma ligação, não sinto.. meu tato físico-sentimental é minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comigo é assim, amiga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. Não é receita [não existe receita]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que a única coisa que faço é tocar a música que devem dançar. E minha música é lenta, suave e delicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amiga: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lih! Pq os homens que entram na sua vida se apaixonam por vc?? Quero um vih-cio pra minha vida tb!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3334528611150825730?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3334528611150825730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3334528611150825730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3334528611150825730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3334528611150825730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/musica-lenta-por-favor.html' title='Música lenta, por favor.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2778614312137517707</id><published>2009-05-30T08:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:26:45.199-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>...no HC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem mergulhei no HC como nunca tinha mergulhado antes. Nunca foi tão bom me reconhecer dentro daquele espaço físico entre médicos, estudantes, pacientes, funcionários, tudo junto, misturado, na loucura típica e característica do Hospital das Clínicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca foi tão bom procurar o RH de uma instituição. Nunca foi tão bom estar meio "perdida" entre tantos prédios "desconhecidos". Conheci minha coordenadora: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Por que essa vaga te interessou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". Tá, ela poderia ter feito qualquer pergunta.. menos essa! Meu Deus! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;o interesse por essa vaga já está meio implícito no nome do lugar pra qualquer estudante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" foi o que pensei. Um discurso de vantagens e desvantagens foi o que saiu de minha boca, com desenvoltura [como é fácil quando a entrevista não é o que vai definir sua entrada ou não em uma insituição... adoro seleção pública!], e ela gostou. Um aperto de mão, beijinho no rosto e "Seja muito bem vinda!" foram as palavras finais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saindo do local, uma mensagem no meu celular: "Ai que orgulho que eu tenho de você! Te adoro, enfermeira!". Aí sim... o dia estava sendo completo... sensação de "cheguei até aqui"! [e um "uauuu!!" acoplado..rs]. Segunda conheço minha supervisora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdi a festa da Nah, e ela vai me matar. Tenho certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho prova daqui 3 horas, e não estudei o suficiente. E daí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tou realmente sem inspiração pra escrever aqui. Por isso vou registrando meu day-by-day. Mas tb não vou fazer visitas, até que haja algo interessante pra vcs lerem.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2778614312137517707?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2778614312137517707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2778614312137517707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2778614312137517707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2778614312137517707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-mergulhei-no-hc-como-nunca-tinha.html' title='...no HC.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-619651082908863922</id><published>2009-05-27T18:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:18:15.776-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Conquista! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tenho um milhão de motivos pra agradecer e ser feliz. Gostaria de pontuar, hoje, acontecimentos lindos que têm permeado meus dias com sorrisos internos [e isso é motivo pra eu estar com esse sorriso que estou ao redigir essas linhas bobas].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus me ama. E é só por isso que as coisas estão indo tão bem pra mim. Nem todos os dias são flores. Mas alguns [muitos] são praticamente plenos. Estou colecionando as bênçãos Dele em minha vida e assim vou aprendendo a alcançar coração mais grato, pq isso me faz bem, e tenho vontade de chorar qdo meus sonhos se realizam assim, tão perfeitamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É só meu coração desejar algo, que Papai do Céu me facilita tudo! Como se eu fosse filha única Dele, é assim que me sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E aí que eu fui selecionada pra estagiar [por seleção pública e melhor classificação [[deixa eu me sentir um pouquinho? Só um tiquinho, juro!..rs]]] no HC! E quem é da área da saúde, sabe que fazer estágio no HC é tudo de lindo que alguém poderia desejar na vida profissional... é praticamente como se déssemos um beijo na boca do George Cloney [sim, eu acho ele lindo], na vida amorosa..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não caibo em mim de felicidade! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talvez por isso eu tenha adorado ver todos aqueles bumbunzinhos fofinhos das 120 crianças que vacinamos hoje. rs... Nunca foi tão bom vacinar criança... rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melhor que isso é ter alguém super especial torcendo por mim...! Alguém pra ligar cedinho de manhã, desejando que tudo corra bem, ligando ao final dos acontecimentos pra ter certeza que você foi "um sucesso"!... Mais que especial pra mim... é completamente e absolutamente vih-ciante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você!&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-619651082908863922?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/619651082908863922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=619651082908863922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/619651082908863922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/619651082908863922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/conquista.html' title='Conquista! ^^'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2166382206346372715</id><published>2009-05-20T10:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:26:12.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Ontem no Museu do Ipiranga [rascunho!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tou aqui, na faculdade, me arrependendo por não ter colocado mais umas 50 blusas por cima dessa que estou. Frio da poxa! Afff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mil novidades pra contar &lt;s&gt;no formato "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi, querido diário!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/s&gt; Aquelas do tipo que precisam ser registradas e arquivadas, pra se tornarem leituras fofas daqui um tempo. Adoro reler minhas bobagens. &lt;s&gt;Adoro ser boba&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... e aí que ontem eu fui trabalhar de manhã, pra ter a tarde livre. Livre no sentido "não-livre", claro. Livre no sentido: tempo-pra-ter-altas-doses-de-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vih&lt;/span&gt;cio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que deveria haver algum decreto que obrigasse todos os dias frios a virem acompanhados de um solzinho pra alegrar, um abraço &lt;s&gt;[tamanho 1,80m]&lt;/s&gt; pra aquecer, uma área verde beeeeem grandona pra respirar ar puro [rs*] pouca gente por perto, pra ter paz, mtos bjinhos pra fazer bem ao &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S2&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;s&gt;muitas&lt;/s&gt; algumas horas livres, pra não ser suficiente ao mesmo tempo sendo tempo demais! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria o ponto alto da semana.&lt;br /&gt;Motivação pra outros dias.&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mereciam esse decreto para TODOS os dias frios...rs. TODOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia frio [de novo!], e eu merecia esse decreto pra hoje [de novo!]..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2166382206346372715?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2166382206346372715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2166382206346372715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2166382206346372715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2166382206346372715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-no-museu-do-ipiranga-rascunho.html' title='Ontem no Museu do Ipiranga [rascunho!]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6131477966203236977</id><published>2009-05-15T10:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:14:22.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Homicida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sg14Nnu9ZhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/z7gZJs57RYk/s1600-h/MichaelVartan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336053308903482898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sg14Nnu9ZhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/z7gZJs57RYk/s200/MichaelVartan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Homens lindos me tiram do sério. Puts! Uma raiva-boa que dá vontade de fazer não sei o quê!!! Calma. Deixa eu explicar. Não são homens realmente lindos fisicamente... Lindos de fofura sabe? Que fazem o inesperado, renovam laços, encantam o tempo todo. Mas se forem lindos de verdade, fisicamente, aí pronto.. tão mortinhos na minha mão!..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não precisam ser amantes, ficantes ou afins. Podem até ser amigos mesmo. Morro com as coisas fofas que eles fazem, e sinto vontade de matá-los ao mesmo tempo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sou admiradora máster da fofura masculina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sem vulgaridade, sem sentidos pejorativos, no meu salto alto, em meu pudor exagerado e extremista, e mesmo em meus valores moralistas, admito isso: &lt;strong&gt;homens fofos ganham meu melhor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma atenção sem fim ou um perfume gostoso; uma inteligencia emocional ou uma timidez de menino; um sorriso fácil ou um humor apurado; um carinho incansável ou um olhar profundo; é a &lt;strong&gt;ignorância de sua própria fofura&lt;/strong&gt; ou um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;charme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que ele sabe que tem, etc etc etc. Meooo. Isso me deixa à flor da pele! Vontade de morder, bjar, bater, abraçar, matar esmagado!!!! rs. É uma agonia sem fim!!!! É tipo qdo voce nem sabe o que dizer, o que fazer... vem a vontade de derreter misturada com vontade de falar falar falar, e, de repente... a vontade de esmagar mtooo forte!...rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que tenho uma homicida dentro de meu corpo baixinho, magrinho, "delicado", perfumado, &lt;s&gt;gostoso&lt;/s&gt;...rs. Devo ser má, mto má! Mas ao mesmo sou presa. Me sinto presa. E eles são predadores. Sempre são. Não se enganem. Tomem cuidado, pq eles chegam de mansinho e são irresistíveis. &lt;strong&gt;Resistam&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que sou mais "presa" que "homicida". Mas prefiro continuar sentindo a vontade de matá-los...rs. TODOS eles!...rs. Afff.... que raiva!..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6131477966203236977?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6131477966203236977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6131477966203236977&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6131477966203236977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6131477966203236977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/homicida.html' title='Homicida.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sg14Nnu9ZhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/z7gZJs57RYk/s72-c/MichaelVartan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4227131849349916779</id><published>2009-05-13T18:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:25:53.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>[meu] [nosso!] 12 de maio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda não consigo ser insensível o suficiente pra ignorar tantas coisas bobas que acontecem ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lembre-se de todos os elogios que recebe... esqueça todos os insultos. Se souber como fazer isso, me ensine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[o post termina aqui. Pode parar de ler.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ontem foi Dia da Enfermeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dia de programação especial na faculdade para o pessoal que curso Enfermagem. Dia de passar o dia inteiro curtindo meu vih-cio. Dia de saber como ele dirige. Dia de ouvir "nossas" músicas juntinhos. Dia de começar a estudar pras provas. Dia de perdermos o carro no estacionamento [rs*]. Dia de falar no telefone um tempão [tá.. todo dia é dia disso... ele não tem limites... eu tenho?]. Dia de ouvir um montão de fofurinhas. Dia de deixar um pedacinho do meu coração na mão dele. Tóin. Tarde demais pra escolher não correr riscos. Mas era dia da Enfermagem... era NOSSO dia... duplamente nosso! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4227131849349916779?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4227131849349916779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4227131849349916779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4227131849349916779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4227131849349916779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-nao-consigo-ser-insensivel-o.html' title='[meu] [nosso!] 12 de maio.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8938635852879956254</id><published>2009-05-09T09:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:25:25.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Our first kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Ontém foi o dia combinado pra estarmos na faculdade fazendo trabalho. O detalhe é que a vontade de estar lá era tão grande [e não estou sendo irônica], que eu não ouvi que tinha sido desmarcado. Resultado: às 8h da manhã, lá estava eu, sem o grupo. ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo bem. Não foi pra isso que eu fui. Aliás, faz um tempinho que não vou pra facul pra estar lá. Vou pra ver alguém [e eu adoro ter essas crises de "oi, querido diário!"]. Vou pra estar pertinho, pra ficar horas sentada, dando risada, com aquelas conversas sem fim, sabe? Ou pra ter, quem sabe, apenas uns minutinhos junto... e é aí que essa minha vida de adulta me irrita. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* As aulas estão cada vez mais cansativas. Quando estamos no último ano, praticamente diariamente dentro do hospital, vivendo experiências práticas que superam qualquer teoria, não tem mais muito sentido estarmos sentadas, frente ao datashow, ouvindo uma professora discursando sobre tudo o que já vimos, já passamos, ou estamos passando. Enche o saco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Fui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;influenciada a&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; convidada fazer um projeto de amor. Meu instrumento será algo que eu faço mto bem, e vou usar em prol dos seres humanos. Adorei a idéia. Já escolhi meu foco, estou desenvolvendo a habilidade, tentando contagiar outras pessoas e preparando meu subconsciente. Acho incrível como isso me fez bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meu TCC parou por uns tempos. Eu parei. Quero ler um livro. Quero poder escolher minha leitura. Quero um dia inteiro sustentando meu vih-cio [rs*]. E quero mais.... mto mais "ontem's", pq eu adorei... e pq mais um beijinho repleto de "cuidados" seria uma overdose deliciosa! rs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo, querido diário... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8938635852879956254?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8938635852879956254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8938635852879956254&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8938635852879956254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8938635852879956254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-kiss.html' title='Our first kiss.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7170998374358224196</id><published>2009-05-07T14:38:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:11:14.732-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Cadê meu nariz vermelho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não duvido da minha capacidade de ser enfermeira. Duvido da capacidade de meu coração suportar, sem que se descompasse patologicamente, as dores e horrores que encontramos no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não falo de periferia, nem de onde judas perdeu as botas. Falo do hospital aí, do ladinho da sua casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou humanista total! Digo sempre SIM à equipe e NÃO ao ato médico. E adoraria sair em uma manifestação universitária que fizesse história na saúde do país. Infelizmente o que encontramos são profissionais anestesiados pelo sistema, fissurados no egoísmo, incapazes de entender ou colocar-se no lugar de quem quer q seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro a saúde pública. Odeio a saúde pública.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E é nessa infeliz constante que nós seguimos. Uns contaminam-se logo pela falta de ânimo e adaptam-se perfeitamente ao perfil monótono, sem vida e desumano. Outros [aqueles que sonham com Patch Adams], são tidos como utópicos, românticos ou infantis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas qual é mesmo o ideal??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6b7gIb2GT9k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6b7gIb2GT9k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ganhei" esse vídeo do futuro enfermeiro mais apaixonado pela profissão que eu já conheci na vida! Ele é tudo que faz bem ao meu coração &lt;strong&gt;s2&lt;/strong&gt;... e tudo que vai fazer bem a todos os pacientes que ele encontrar pela vida. Vale à pena assistir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7170998374358224196?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7170998374358224196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7170998374358224196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7170998374358224196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7170998374358224196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-duvido-da-minha-capacidade-de-ser.html' title='Cadê meu nariz vermelho?'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2106491669022458292</id><published>2009-05-02T11:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:24:47.314-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>Vih-cio + Aninha [rs*]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existem várias maneiras de se conquistar uma pessoa. Eu não sei nenhuma delas, admito. Não tenho jogos, não tenho olhares fatais, não parto pro "ataque" e muito menos apelo pra sedução. Não é que eu não queira, eu apenas não sei. Deveria saber, talvez, pq a "concorrência" usa todas as armas..rs. mas, apesar de tudo, as coisas sempre dão mto certo pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem pessoas que [não sei se o fazem de propósito] entram nas nossas vidas, se jogam, arriscam, com a maior vontade de ficar de verdade. Se fazem presentes all the time, encantam, nos fazem sorrir, fazem questão, estão sempre "alí pra vc". Conquistam a família, amigas... Acho isso lindo, p&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uro, sincero. Não sei se isso é jogo, se é conquista, se é "perigo" e "alerta vermelho" total... sei que  concordo&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; com o Lulu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"quando um certo alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;desperta um sentimento, é melhor não resistir, e se entregar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E adoraria que todos seguissem esse "conselho" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com pureza de coração.&lt;/span&gt;.. talvez o mundo teria menos hipocrisia, menos infelicidade, menos tudo de ruim que possa existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SfxUaKBQjXI/AAAAAAAABCI/G9QIDjb5TN4/s1600-h/imagem23-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SfxUaKBQjXI/AAAAAAAABCI/G9QIDjb5TN4/s200/imagem23-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331228867242790258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Como conquistar uma mamãe em 30 dias" rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2106491669022458292?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2106491669022458292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2106491669022458292&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2106491669022458292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2106491669022458292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/vih-cio-aninha-rs.html' title='Vih-cio + Aninha [rs*]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SfxUaKBQjXI/AAAAAAAABCI/G9QIDjb5TN4/s72-c/imagem23-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-7239161390977442805</id><published>2009-05-01T18:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:24:14.224-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SftwuYoxdfI/AAAAAAAABCA/hBSS7Rd76uQ/s1600-h/3504emo-messbrasil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 47px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SftwuYoxdfI/AAAAAAAABCA/hBSS7Rd76uQ/s200/3504emo-messbrasil.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330978526112871922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wish we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ao som de: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colbie Caillat + Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-7239161390977442805?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7239161390977442805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=7239161390977442805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7239161390977442805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/7239161390977442805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SftwuYoxdfI/AAAAAAAABCA/hBSS7Rd76uQ/s72-c/3504emo-messbrasil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8520551787666156261</id><published>2009-04-30T00:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:12:44.329-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bia'/><title type='text'>Parabéns, meu bebê!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disseram-me um dia que ela iria crescer e que eu sentiria saudades daquela fase chora-come-dorme que ela estava vivendo. Aproveitei tudo. Aproveito tudo. Mas tá passando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Beatriz completou 3 aninhos de vida dia 25 de abril, e eu completei 3 anos de "mãe". Se passou rápido? VO-AN-DO, eu diria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram anos de conhecimento, de mta construção, de mto amor. Aprendi mto! Ela aprende e ensina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso dizer que é nela que penso durante todo meu dia... é por ela que quero o melhor que minha capacidade pode oferecer... ela inspira minha força de vontade, aguça meu potencial de "mulher", sensibiliza meu coração mole, fortalece meus dias de "fraqueza", enobrece meus objetivos, motiva minha caminhada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a filha mais linda do mundo... filtro de meus "amores"...rs. Princesinha linda que só veio pra ensinar que não importa quantas pessoas passem em minha vida, qtas me decepcionem, qtas me amem de verdade e fiquem pra sempre... o que importa é que nós duas estamos nessa até o fim. E se alguém mais quer fazer parte de nossas vidas, pegue a senha e espere a sua vez...rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registrado in blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8520551787666156261?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8520551787666156261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8520551787666156261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8520551787666156261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8520551787666156261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/parabens-meu-bebe.html' title='Parabéns, meu bebê!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-6247643730523308880</id><published>2009-04-26T23:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:23:32.249-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Contos de Fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A melhor amiga ouviu tudo, e ao final perguntou, ansiosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mas você está apaixonada??? De verdade?? Ou está se permitindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silêncio. Ela não conseguia responder. Dizer que estava apaixonada era precipitação? Nem ela mesma sabia. Ver a carinha dele reclamando da falta de atenção dela e sentir o coração derretendo por causa disso seria paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Você ouviu minha pergunta?&lt;/span&gt; - a amiga insistiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais alguns minutos de silêncio, e a resposta saiu, meio ensaiada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Me permitindo. E me apaixonando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era a melhor resposta que podia dar... pra amiga e pra ela mesma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-6247643730523308880?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6247643730523308880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=6247643730523308880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6247643730523308880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/6247643730523308880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/contos-de-fadas.html' title='Contos de Fadas'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-4691237738630281595</id><published>2009-04-23T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:22:42.959-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Vih-cio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu pudesse guardar o dia de hoje numa caixinha de vidro, eu guardaria com toda certeza!... sim... junto com os sorrisos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardaria um abraço, um beijinho tímido e um olhar surpreso. Guardaria meu coração acelerado, as mil msgs, e minha vontade de continuar alí, sentada, pertinho... guardaria o vento frio que teimava em bagunçar meus cabelos, só pra que ele continuasse arrumando os fiosinhos que pousavam no meu rosto.. serviço inútil repetido inúmeras vezes, sem grandes sucessos... mas acho q ele gostou dessa função..rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caixinha estaria cheia, mas ainda assim ia tentar um espacinho pro olhar de despedida, e o beijinho estalado no ar, que devia ter vindo do Pólo Norte, e nem conto pq. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teria mil coisas pra guardar, de um único dia, de poucas horas... mas tem coisas na vida que a gente queria que fosse pra sempre neh? Que fosse pra sempre e que fosse sempre um pouco mais! Ou muito mais!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-4691237738630281595?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4691237738630281595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=4691237738630281595&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4691237738630281595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/4691237738630281595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/vih-cio.html' title='Vih-cio.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2829492487595744292</id><published>2009-04-22T18:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:22:06.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfermeira Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Blablabla [parte III]</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fechei mais um período de estágio hoje. A cada dia, sinto que aproximo-me de forma apressada do objetivo inicial do curso: terminá-lo. Admito que a insegurança toma novas formas, e amadureço a "enfermeira" construída durante esses anos. Adoro o que faço, e [descobri] faço bem. Vai mto além da minha vontade... está em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho, por vezes, o péssimo hábito de ser sincera ao extremo, sem importar-me com as consequencias. Mas acho que cada um precisa saber seu limite. Amizade existe, é uma coisa linda e tudo quanto for algodão doce e maçã do amor! Mas, pelamordedeus!, não tentem me tirar o poder do livre arbítreo, mto menos as chances que tenho de errar sozinha. Basta-me a minha própria consciência, o meu Deus, e as opiniões que eu solicitar. O resto, me deixe em paz. Numa boa, sem maldade, sem rancor no meu coração. Amo todos, mas me deixem livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontrei uma paixão que não passa. Tenho tentado ["Como Perder Um Homem Em 10 Dias" rs], mas não passa! Não sái do s2, e apesar de minhas "maldades", ele faz "questão" de fazer coisas que eu nem acredito... Oi, isso ainda existe? Oi, de novo, tou sendo conquistada de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha vida tem trilha sonora novamente. Pra tudo, em tudo. Pq eu sou boba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[não tenho feito as visitinhas, eu sei. É que meu tempo não tem sido distribuído pra todas as atividades necessárias. Ando dando prioridade máxima e extrema pra uma única coisa. Não me arrependo...rs. Mas vou me planejar.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2829492487595744292?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2829492487595744292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2829492487595744292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2829492487595744292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2829492487595744292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blablabla-parte-iii.html' title='Blablabla [parte III]'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-3628279929626036898</id><published>2009-04-18T18:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:21:26.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Sexto sentido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mamãe anda sobressaltada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me vê dormindo durante o dia, em qualquer lugar que encosto, e sente que "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;alguma coisa está acontecendo!! Alguma coisa muito séria!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calma, manhê! Não tá vendo meu sorriso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdade. Que alívio. É coisa boa, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É mãe... é coisa ótima! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem é ele? Como conheceu? Ele estuda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;rs... mamãe é uma gracinha. Não sempre, pq ela é mãe... ¬¬  rs* Mas na grande maioria do tempo, ela é sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-3628279929626036898?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3628279929626036898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=3628279929626036898&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3628279929626036898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/3628279929626036898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexto-sentido.html' title='Sexto sentido.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-5745478117765197291</id><published>2009-04-14T19:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:20:40.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Oi, sou adolescente novamente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeUX0QQwNuI/AAAAAAAABB4/75qXrYpNLdA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324688320921351906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeUX0QQwNuI/AAAAAAAABB4/75qXrYpNLdA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Se eu voltasse a ser adolescente, ia querer uma daquelas paixões que a gente pensa que só acontece uma vez na vida!!! Sabe? Aquelas que acontecem fulminantes, ardentes, queimando coração, fzd arder o rosto entre tantas emoções misturadas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ia escolher um "baby" do tipo carinhoso, romântico, grudento demais! ^^ Bem puro no sentido da inocência em falar sempre o que pensa, sincero por mais que culminasse em punições pra ele próprio, fofo, cheio de incertezas... que falasse aquelas coisinhas lindas que fazem o coração disparar e o estômago congelar e descongelar em um piscar de olhos... do tipo que deixa a gente sem saber se ri, se chora, se dá carinho ou maltrata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talvez pedisse um adicional de "ciumento" sem que me tirasse a liberdade que me é característica. E que eu fosse encantada pelo sorriso dele, ou por cada expressão que ele fizesse. Que ele fosse bobo, beeem bobo e me fizesse sorrir, que me deixasse sem graça e me fizesse mulher ao mesmo tempo, mas que não perdesse o foco e a paixão pelas coisas que lhe interessassem em sua vida profissional, pq isso é fonte de encantamento contínuo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É, se eu voltasse a ser adolescente, ia querer viver uma paixão que acontecesse e que pudesse acabar a qualquer minuto, e que eu soubesse que sofreria mto. Que sentisse crise de abstinência qdo as MILHARES de mensagens no celular acabassem [pq ele teria que lotar todas as formas de comunicação possíveis..rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas enquanto ainda fosse começo e "possibilidades", eu iria apenas viver. Cada minutinho. Cada espacinho. Cada madrugada acordada só pra conversar. E cada frase boba, exagerada, que pode não ser verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ia querer assim. Desse jeitinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[um discreto "rs*" seria necessário???]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-5745478117765197291?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5745478117765197291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=5745478117765197291&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5745478117765197291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/5745478117765197291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/oi-sou-adolescente-novamente.html' title='Oi, sou adolescente novamente.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeUX0QQwNuI/AAAAAAAABB4/75qXrYpNLdA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-1433423387364737968</id><published>2009-04-11T11:41:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:20:16.250-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[ctrl+c ctrl+v]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>["meu" novo] Vih-cio. rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeCur6FssvI/AAAAAAAABBw/yrX4UPJ2Hzk/s1600-h/IMG068-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeCur6FssvI/AAAAAAAABBw/yrX4UPJ2Hzk/s200/IMG068-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446828902691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="abrev"  &gt;substantivo masculino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt; defeito ou imperfeição grave de uma pessoa ou coisa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;qualquer deformação que altere alguma coisa física ou funcionalmente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt; hábito ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;costume persistente de fazer algo&lt;/span&gt;; mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dependência que leva ao consumo irresistível&lt;/span&gt;, esp. de bebida alcoólica ou substâncias estupefacientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;Eu não bebo, não fumo, não me drogo. Agora eu pergunto: é possível ter "overdose" de alguém? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;Pq o vício já existe, e já tá fora de controle. Socorro. Alguém me interne! rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="preto"  &gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;span class="exemplo"&gt;&lt;span class="preto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-1433423387364737968?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1433423387364737968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=1433423387364737968&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1433423387364737968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/1433423387364737968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-novo-vih-cio-rs.html' title='[&quot;meu&quot; novo] Vih-cio. rs'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SeCur6FssvI/AAAAAAAABBw/yrX4UPJ2Hzk/s72-c/IMG068-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8032455047119486831</id><published>2009-04-09T19:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:19:31.429-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>Texto confissão [parte I].</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sd53-AtJpHI/AAAAAAAABBo/JdL_jz0CU84/s1600-h/DSC09171-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sd53-AtJpHI/AAAAAAAABBo/JdL_jz0CU84/s200/DSC09171-5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823716823475314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu sou tímida. Fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Apesar de falar mais que a boca, de adorar rir e fazer com que as pessoas riam, de não ter dificuldades para comunicação, de adorar expor minha opinião e meu ponto de vista, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu interior é todo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;timidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em assuntos do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O engraçado é que não perco grandes acontecimentos por causa disso... perco os pequenos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perco detalhes&lt;/span&gt;, perco oportunidades únicas, perco um-montão-de-coisas-boas! Mesmo sendo tão [bem] mascarada essa minha timidez, ela, volta e meia, me domina... reina absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sabe qdo seu coração indica que "o resto não importa"!? Quando vc esquece tudo, só vê o agora e o que pode ser depois... o antes já não faz diferença. E vc nem percebe que o agora é assim, pq acontece rápido demais!! Alguma luzinha acende, e fica piscando, piscando, piscando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Em alguns poucos momentos, vc sente que, embora não seja sempre que aconteça, e mesmo levando em conta todos os riscos de ser uma situação mal sucedida, existe aquele "gelinho" no fundo do coração... e aquela vontade que não passe, que não passe, que não passe pelo amor de deus!..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E aí que eu sou tímida... e perdi uma boa oportunidade hoje. Não que isso vá mudar o curso natural da vida, nem ser determinante de um fracasso terrível e irreparável..rs. Mas sempre vou lembrar que hoje, dia 09/04/09, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;não consegui vencer minha timidez&lt;/span&gt;... e mesmo que ele, por msg, diga que fiquei linda toda sem graça e que ficou se segurando pra não me tirar da sala, vou lembrar que era pra eu ter saído, e pronto. Era bem simples a "tarefa". E eu faria isso, em condições naturais., na maior desenvoltura, simplicidade, e mto sucesso... mas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;qdo o negócio é o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eu não me reconheço&lt;/span&gt;. Acho que o segredo é que eu não tenha interesse. Sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que lá ficou ele... olhando de longe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Só eu consigo neh? Só eu...rs. &lt;/span&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8032455047119486831?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8032455047119486831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8032455047119486831&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8032455047119486831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8032455047119486831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/texto-confissao-parte-i.html' title='Texto confissão [parte I].'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sd53-AtJpHI/AAAAAAAABBo/JdL_jz0CU84/s72-c/DSC09171-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-8236181641677784389</id><published>2009-04-07T08:34:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:19:03.212-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Hey, hey + primeiro prêmio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sds7ZbVAckI/AAAAAAAABBY/B8Lmy8guC1k/s1600-h/nota-musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321912692687008322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 189px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sds7ZbVAckI/AAAAAAAABBY/B8Lmy8guC1k/s200/nota-musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Hey, hey, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No way, no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I think you need a new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No way, no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No it's not a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be your girlfriend"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIMEIRO PRESENTINHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sdui_i7DSUI/AAAAAAAABBg/7Rr8aLjxgCY/s1600-h/premio+everton.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322026597258316098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sdui_i7DSUI/AAAAAAAABBg/7Rr8aLjxgCY/s200/premio+everton.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bom, não sei se é do conhecimento de todos os leitores do &lt;a href="http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas Coleções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que não sou uma blogueira nova. Muito pelo contrário. Há mtos e mtos anos iniciei essa jornada viciante que é escrever, registrar, fazer amizades. Jah tive vários blogs, flogs etc. Apeguei-me em especial forma pelo anterior a este, o &lt;a href="http://alguem-medisse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alguém Me Disse&lt;/a&gt;, que foi um marco em minha vida. Hoje, ele é restrito, e serve apenas pra que o consulte algumas vezes pra relembrar conselhos meus pra mim mesma..rs. Em todos os outros, recebi premios e selinhos... mas, o &lt;a href="http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas Coleções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tem sido importante demais. E esse foi o primeiro prêmio que ele ganhou... veio diretamente do &lt;a href="http://renovidade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Re-Novidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, do Éverton Vidal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Como tudo que é "primeiro", merece uma memória especial, aqui vai a dedicatória que ele fez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"O segundo [selo] entrego ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Minhas Coleções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; da Alice Reis. Blog bem blogado, organizado e limpo. Textos interessantes e inteligentes, e o melhor de tudo é que a blogueira é uma simpatia que ora rasga o coração, ora faz a gente rir com seu bom humor, e faz a gente voltar sempre pra acompanhar as novidades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thanks thanks!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E repasso para: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://devaneiosdeumadoutoraemcrise.blogspot.com/"&gt;Devaneios de uma doutora em crise!!!&lt;/a&gt; [pq adoro e me divirto com ela..rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://meufuscaquaseazul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcela.&lt;/a&gt; [pq sempre me identifico com o que ela escreve... naum sei como]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://orquidario-aline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Orquidário da Aline&lt;/a&gt; [pq o blog dela é the must pra leitura... e tem de tudo!..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://meninaninaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menina Nina&lt;/a&gt; [que conhecia meu outro blog, e continuamos em contato.. ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[ao som de Avril - Girlfriend... pq a música revela o estado de espírito...rsrs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-8236181641677784389?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8236181641677784389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=8236181641677784389&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8236181641677784389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/8236181641677784389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey.html' title='Hey, hey + primeiro prêmio'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sds7ZbVAckI/AAAAAAAABBY/B8Lmy8guC1k/s72-c/nota-musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-2977703191174879807</id><published>2009-04-05T10:59:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:18:09.885-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vihcio*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blablabla'/><title type='text'>utilitários.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sdi7k43VvMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/reCaztCtXHs/s1600-h/orkut.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321209202152422594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 167px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sdi7k43VvMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/reCaztCtXHs/s200/orkut.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ainda me impressiono com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://orkut.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Utilitário do day-by-day, mas instigantemente interessante. Ele pode ser um destruidor de relacionamentos. Mas pode tb construir mta coisa...rs. Pode ser instrumento de "investigação" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ou perfeito pra "fuçar"..rs]&lt;/span&gt;, mas pode ser também um empurrãozinho básico pra alguma coisa que faltava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço uma Dra. de onde trabalho que conheceu o marido no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://orkut.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conheço uma amiga que terminou o namoro pq descobriu mta coisa com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://orkut.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Se ele é bom, se é ruim, eu ainda não sei. Sei que ultimamente ele tem sido uma &lt;strong&gt;boa ferramenta&lt;/strong&gt;. Boa no sentido &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;máster ultra mega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; bom. rs* ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Minhas Coleções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ganhou selinho!!! Vou dedicar no próximo post, ok!?!?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-2977703191174879807?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2977703191174879807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=2977703191174879807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2977703191174879807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/2977703191174879807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/utilitarios.html' title='utilitários.'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/Sdi7k43VvMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/reCaztCtXHs/s72-c/orkut.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897990558625558555.post-514692576533584089</id><published>2009-04-02T23:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:51:12.454-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrisos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subentendimento'/><title type='text'>Mudança: mode on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes não preciso de acontecimentos empolgantes ou trágicos demais. Eu simplesmente ando apaixonando-me por &lt;strong&gt;mudanças&lt;/strong&gt;... de todos os tipos, formas, sentidos.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SdV4V7exxNI/AAAAAAAABBI/ydIkZ_nGcQI/s1600-h/999.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290852947477714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SdV4V7exxNI/AAAAAAAABBI/ydIkZ_nGcQI/s200/999.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto dos "novos ares", gosto de desafios, gosto da &lt;strong&gt;sensação de "desapego"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[sim, o que era treino virou lazer!..rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E entendam isso como: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! rs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Planejo uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pra esse fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedinhos cruzados, ok!? &lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897990558625558555-514692576533584089?l=minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/feeds/514692576533584089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897990558625558555&amp;postID=514692576533584089&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/514692576533584089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897990558625558555/posts/default/514692576533584089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhas-colecoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mudanca-mode-on.html' title='Mudança: mode on!'/><author><name>Alice Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803779255817756104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh_9vHf3Ki4/TfpZlM5BOeI/AAAAAAAABUE/giOrE-9tCHg/s220/74814_164326680266012_100000660446843_375900_927255_n-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j57a-5lQHS0/SdV4V7exxNI/AAAAAAAABBI/ydIkZ_nGcQI/s72-c/999.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
