<?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-6175037198950216998</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:15:42.492-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleatoriedade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8831955567202018734</id><published>2012-01-24T13:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:15:42.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'>amor extragrande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6qyBKtj3XI/Tx7LA8NOrbI/AAAAAAAAEIA/DgqtUf23YyI/s1600/XL%2BLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRlW8dWM2Eo/Tq8-m80_FMI/AAAAAAAADyk/fWpGCwHOhF8/s320/all%2Bi%2Bever%2Bwanted%2Bis%2Blove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819294767060162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Ter ou Não ter Namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não  tem namorado é alguém que tirou férias remuneradas de si mesmo. Namorado  é a mais difícil das conquistas. Difícil porque namorado de verdade é  muito raro. Necessita de adivinhação, de pele, saliva, lágrima, nuvem,  quindim, brisa ou filosofia. Paquera, gabira, flerte, caso, transa,  envolvimento, até paixão é fácil. Mas namorado mesmo é muito difícil.  Namorado não precisa ser o mais bonito, mas ser aquele a quem se quer  proteger e quando se chega ao lado dele a gente treme, sua frio, e quase  desmaia pedindo proteção. A proteção dele não precisa ser parruda ou  bandoleira: basta um olhar de compreensão ou mesmo de aflição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Quem  não tem namorado não é quem não tem amor: é quem não sabe o gosto de  namorar. Se você tem três pretendentes, dois paqueras, um envolvimento,  dois amantes e um esposo; mesmo assim pode não ter nenhum namorado. Não  tem namorado quem não sabe o gosto da chuva, cinema, sessão das duas,  medo do pai, sanduíche da padaria ou drible no trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem transa sem carinho, quem se acaricia sem vontade de virar lagartixa e quem ama sem alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não  tem namorado quem faz pactos de amor apenas com a infelicidade. Namorar  é fazer pactos com a felicidade, ainda que rápida, escondida, fugidia  ou impossível de curar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não sabe dar o  valor de mãos dadas, de carinho escondido na hora que passa o filme, da  flor catada no muro e entregue de repente, de poesia de Fernando Pessoa,  Vinícius de Moraes ou Chico Buarque, lida bem devagar, de gargalhada  quando fala junto ou descobre a meia rasgada, de ânsia enorme de viajar  junto para a Escócia, ou mesmo de metrô, bonde, nuvem, cavalo, tapete  mágico ou foguete interplanetário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não  gosta de dormir, fazer sesta abraçado, fazer compra junto. Não tem  namorado quem não gosta de falar do próprio amor nem de ficar horas e  horas olhando o mistério do outro dentro dos olhos dele; abobalhados de  alegria pela lucidez do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não  redescobre a criança e a do amado e vai com ela a parques, fliperamas,  beira d’água, show do Milton Nascimento, bosques enluarados, ruas de  sonhos ou musical da Metro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não tem música  secreta com ele, quem não dedica livros, quem não recorta artigos, quem  não se chateia com o fato de seu bem ser paquerado. Não tem namorado  quem ama sem gostar; quem gosta sem curtir; quem curte sem aprofundar.  Não tem namorado quem nunca sentiu o gosto de ser lembrado de repente no  fim de semana, na madrugada ou meio-dia do dia de sol em plena praia  cheia de rivais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não tem namorado quem ama sem se dedicar, quem  namora sem brincar, quem vive cheio de obrigações; quem faz sexo sem  esperar o outro ir junto com ele. Não tem namorado que confunde solidão  com ficar sozinho e em paz. Não tem namorado quem não fala sozinho, não  ri de si mesmo e quem tem medo de ser afetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Se você não tem  namorado porque não descobriu que o amor é alegre e você vive pesando  200Kg de grilos e de medos. Ponha a saia mais leve, aquela de chita, e  passeie de mãos dadas com o ar. Enfeite-se com margaridas e ternuras e  escove a alma com leves fricções de esperança. De alma escovada e  coração estouvado, saia do quintal de si mesma e descubra o próprio  jardim. Acorde com gosto de caqui e sorria lírios para quem passe  debaixo de sua janela. Ponha intenção de quermesse em seus olhos e beba  licor de contos de fada. Ande como se o chão estivesse repleto de sons  de flauta e do céu descesse uma névoa de borboletas, cada qual trazendo  uma pérola falante a dizer frases sutis e palavras de galanteio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Se  você não tem namorado é porque não enlouqueceu aquele pouquinho  necessário para fazer a vida parar e, de repente, parecer que faz  sentido.&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/6175037198950216998-2651992126113394329?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2651992126113394329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2651992126113394329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2651992126113394329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2651992126113394329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/10/109-anos-de-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='109 anos de Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRlW8dWM2Eo/Tq8-m80_FMI/AAAAAAAADyk/fWpGCwHOhF8/s72-c/all%2Bi%2Bever%2Bwanted%2Bis%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8046101221096335276</id><published>2011-07-14T20:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:18:58.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não merece nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;(uma das coisas mais tapa na cara que já li !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Texto de Eliane Brum, no dia 11/07/2011, no site da Revista Época)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="materiaSubtitulo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A crença de que a felicidade é um direito tem tornado despreparada a geração mais preparada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao conviver com os bem mais jovens, com aqueles que se tornaram  adultos há pouco e com aqueles que estão tateando para virar gente  grande, percebo que estamos diante da geração mais preparada – e, ao  mesmo tempo, da mais despreparada. Preparada do ponto de vista das  habilidades, despreparada porque não sabe lidar com frustrações.  Preparada porque é capaz de usar as ferramentas da tecnologia,  despreparada porque despreza o esforço. Preparada porque conhece o mundo  em viagens protegidas, despreparada porque desconhece a fragilidade da  matéria da vida. E por tudo isso sofre, sofre muito, porque foi ensinada  a acreditar que nasceu com o patrimônio da felicidade. E não foi  ensinada a criar a partir da dor.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há uma  geração de classe média que estudou em bons colégios, é fluente em  outras línguas, viajou para o exterior e teve acesso à cultura e à  tecnologia. Uma geração que teve muito mais do que seus pais. Ao mesmo  tempo, cresceu com a ilusão de que a vida é fácil. Ou que já nascem  prontos – bastaria apenas que o mundo reconhecesse a sua genialidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho me deparado com jovens que esperam ter no mercado de  trabalho uma continuação de suas casas – onde o chefe seria um pai ou  uma mãe complacente, que tudo concede. Foram ensinados a pensar que  merecem, seja lá o que for que queiram. E quando isso não acontece –  porque obviamente não acontece – sentem-se traídos, revoltam-se com a  “injustiça” e boa parte se emburra e desiste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como esses estreantes na vida adulta foram crianças e adolescentes que  ganharam tudo, sem ter de lutar por quase nada de relevante, desconhecem  que a vida é construção – e para conquistar um espaço no mundo é  preciso ralar muito. Com ética e honestidade – e não a cotoveladas ou  aos gritos. Como seus pais não conseguiram dizer, é o mundo que anuncia a  eles uma nova não lá muito animadora: viver é para os insistentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que boa parte dessa nova geração é assim? Penso que este é  um questionamento importante para quem está educando uma criança ou um  adolescente hoje. Nossa época tem sido marcada pela ilusão de que a  felicidade é uma espécie de direito. E tenho testemunhado a angústia de  muitos pais para garantir que os filhos sejam “felizes”. Pais que fazem  malabarismos para dar tudo aos filhos e protegê-los de todos os  perrengues – sem esperar nenhuma responsabilização nem reciprocidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É como se os filhos nascessem e imediatamente os pais já se  tornassem devedores. Para estes, frustrar os filhos é sinônimo de  fracasso pessoal. Mas é possível uma vida sem frustrações? Não é  importante que os filhos compreendam como parte do processo educativo  duas premissas básicas do viver, a frustração e o esforço? Ou a falta e a  busca, duas faces de um mesmo movimento? Existe alguém que viva sem se  confrontar dia após dia com os limites tanto de sua condição humana como  de suas capacidades individuais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa  classe média parece desprezar o esforço. Prefere a genialidade. O valor  está no dom, naquilo que já nasce pronto. Dizer que “fulano é esforçado”  é quase uma ofensa. Ter de dar duro para conquistar algo parece já vir  assinalado com o carimbo de perdedor. Bacana é o cara que não estudou,  passou a noite na balada e foi aprovado no vestibular de Medicina. Este  atesta a excelência dos genes de seus pais. Esforçar-se é, no máximo,  coisa para os filhos da classe C, que ainda precisam assegurar seu lugar  no país. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da mesma forma que supostamente  seria possível construir um lugar sem esforço, existe a crença não menos  fantasiosa de que é possível viver sem sofrer. De que as dores  inerentes a toda vida são uma anomalia e, como percebo em muitos jovens,  uma espécie de traição ao futuro que deveria estar garantido. Pais e  filhos têm pagado caro pela crença de que a felicidade é um direito. E a  frustração um fracasso. Talvez aí esteja uma pista para compreender a  geração do “eu mereço”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basta andar por esse  mundo para testemunhar o rosto de espanto e de mágoa de jovens ao  descobrir que a vida não é como os pais tinham lhes prometido. Expressão  que logo muda para o emburramento. E o pior é que sofrem terrivelmente.  Porque possuem muitas habilidades e ferramentas, mas não têm o menor  preparo para lidar com a dor e as decepções. Nem imaginam que viver é  também ter de aceitar limitações – e que ninguém, por mais brilhante que  seja, consegue tudo o que quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A questão,  como poderia formular o filósofo Garrincha, é: “Estes pais e estes  filhos combinaram com a vida que seria fácil”? É no passar dos dias que a  conta não fecha e o projeto construído sobre fumaça desaparece deixando  nenhum chão. Ninguém descobre que viver é complicado quando cresce ou  deveria crescer – este momento é apenas quando a condição humana, frágil  e falha, começa a se explicitar no confronto com os muros da realidade.  Desde sempre sofremos. E mais vamos sofrer se não temos espaço nem  mesmo para falar da tristeza e da confusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me parece que é isso que tem acontecido em muitas famílias por aí: se a  felicidade é um imperativo, o item principal do pacote completo que os  pais supostamente teriam de garantir aos filhos para serem considerados  bem sucedidos, como falar de dor, de medo e da sensação de se sentir  desencaixado? Não há espaço para nada que seja da vida, que pertença aos  espasmos de crescer duvidando de seu lugar no mundo, porque isso seria  um reconhecimento da falência do projeto familiar construído sobre a  ilusão da felicidade e da completude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o  que não pode ser dito vira sintoma – já que ninguém está disposto a  escutar, porque escutar significaria rever escolhas e reconhecer  equívocos – o mais fácil é calar. E não por acaso se cala com  medicamentos e cada vez mais cedo o desconforto de crianças que não se  comportam segundo o manual. Assim, a família pode tocar o cotidiano sem  que ninguém precise olhar de verdade para ninguém dentro de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se os filhos têm o direito de ser felizes simplesmente porque  existem – e aos pais caberia garantir esse direito – que tipo de relação  pais e filhos podem ter? Como seria possível estabelecer um vínculo  genuíno se o sofrimento, o medo e as dúvidas estão previamente fora  dele? Se a relação está construída sobre uma ilusão, só é possível  fingir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos filhos cabe fingir felicidade –  e, como não conseguem, passam a exigir cada vez mais de tudo,  especialmente coisas materiais, já que estas são as mais fáceis de  alcançar – e aos pais cabe fingir ter a possibilidade de garantir a  felicidade, o que sabem intimamente que é uma mentira porque a sentem na  própria pele dia após dia. É pelos objetos de consumo que a novela  familiar tem se desenrolado, onde os pais fazem de conta que dão o que  ninguém pode dar, e os filhos simulam receber o que só eles podem  buscar. E por isso logo é preciso criar uma nova demanda para manter o  jogo funcionando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O resultado disso é pais e  filhos angustiados, que vão conviver uma vida inteira, mas se  desconhecem. E, portanto, estão perdendo uma grande chance. Todos sofrem  muito nesse teatro de desencontros anunciados. E mais sofrem porque  precisam fingir que existe uma vida em que se pode tudo. E acreditar que  se pode tudo é o atalho mais rápido para alcançar não a frustração que  move, mas aquela que paralisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando  converso com esses jovens no parapeito da vida adulta, com suas imensas  possibilidades e riscos tão grandiosos quanto, percebo que precisam  muito de realidade. Com tudo o que a realidade é. Sim, assumir a  narrativa da própria vida é para quem tem coragem. Não é complicado  porque você vai ter competidores com habilidades iguais ou superiores a  sua, mas porque se tornar aquilo que se é, buscar a própria voz, é  escolher um percurso pontilhado de desvios e sem nenhuma certeza de  chegada. É viver com dúvidas e ter de responder pelas próprias escolhas.  Mas é nesse movimento que a gente vira gente grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seria muito bacana que os pais de hoje entendessem que tão  importante quanto uma boa escola ou um curso de línguas ou um Ipad é  dizer de vez em quando: “Te vira, meu filho. Você sempre poderá contar  comigo, mas essa briga é tua”. Assim como sentar para jantar e falar da  vida como ela é: “Olha, meu dia foi difícil” ou “Estou com dúvidas,  estou com medo, estou confuso” ou “Não sei o que fazer, mas estou  tentando descobrir”. Porque fingir que está tudo bem e que tudo pode  significa dizer ao seu filho que você não confia nele nem o respeita, já  que o trata como um imbecil, incapaz de compreender a matéria da  existência. É tão ruim quanto ligar a TV em volume alto o suficiente  para que nada que ameace o frágil equilíbrio doméstico possa ser dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora, se os pais mentiram que a felicidade é um direito e seu  filho merece tudo simplesmente por existir, paciência. De nada vai  adiantar choramingar ou emburrar ao descobrir que vai ter de conquistar  seu espaço no mundo sem nenhuma garantia. O melhor a fazer é ter a  coragem de escolher. Seja a escolha de lutar pelo seu desejo – ou para  descobri-lo –, seja a de abrir mão dele. E não culpar ninguém porque  eventualmente não deu certo, porque com certeza vai dar errado muitas  vezes. Ou transferir para o outro a responsabilidade pela sua  desistência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crescer é compreender que o fato  de a vida ser falta não a torna menor. Sim, a vida é insuficiente. Mas é  o que temos. E é melhor não perder tempo se sentindo injustiçado porque  um dia ela acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-8046101221096335276?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8046101221096335276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8046101221096335276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8046101221096335276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8046101221096335276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nao-merece-nada.html' title='Você não merece nada'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6549200993897361955</id><published>2011-03-27T23:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:02:07.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leis e Princípios demonstrados empiricamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(aleatoriedade pura !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"O seguro cobre tudo, menos o que aconteceu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando você estiver com apenas uma mão livre para abrir a porta, a chave estará no bolso oposto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando tuas mãos estiverem sujas de graxa, vai começar a te coçar no mínimo o nariz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não importa por que lado seja aberta a caixa de um  medicamento. A bula sempre vai atrapalhar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando você acha que as coisas começam a  melhorar, é porque algo te passou despercebido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre que as coisas parecem fáceis, é porque não entendemos todas as instruções."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os problemas não se criam, nem se resolvem, só se transformam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você vai chegar ao telefone exatamente a tempo de ouvir quando desligam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se só existirem dois programas que valham a pena assistir, os dois passarão na mesma hora."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A probabilidade que você se suje comendo é diretamente proporcional à necessidade que você tem  de estar limpo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A velocidade do vento é diretamente proporcional ao preço do penteado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando, depois de anos sem usar, você decide jogar alguma coisa fora, vai precisar dela na semana seguinte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre que você chegar pontualmente a um encontro não haverá ninguém lá para comprovar, e se ao contrário,  você se atrasar, todo mundo terá  chegado antes de você."&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-6549200993897361955?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6549200993897361955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6549200993897361955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6549200993897361955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6549200993897361955'/><link 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Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-9033320354622753909</id><published>2011-01-01T21:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:26:25.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>reflexão pro ano novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TR-35SQTDyI/AAAAAAAADYU/f0LzZkFPm-Y/s1600/love%2Bout%2Bloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557362659979104034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TR-35SQTDyI/AAAAAAAADYU/f0LzZkFPm-Y/s320/love%2Bout%2Bloud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivivo (mal vivido talvez ou nem sentido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;para você ganhar um ano não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas de vir-a-ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;novo até no coração das coisas menos percebidas (a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia, se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens (planta recebe mensagens ? passa telegrama ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido pelas besteiras consumidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;que por decreto de esperança a partir de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;as coisas mudem e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;direitos respeitados, começando pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo que mereça este nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre.&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/6175037198950216998-9033320354622753909?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/9033320354622753909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=9033320354622753909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9033320354622753909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9033320354622753909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflexao-pro-ano-novo.html' title='reflexão pro ano novo'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TR-35SQTDyI/AAAAAAAADYU/f0LzZkFPm-Y/s72-c/love%2Bout%2Bloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5726990062274053460</id><published>2010-09-23T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:00:00.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;texto extraído do livro "Cecília Meireles - Obra em Prosa vol. 1", editora Nova Fronteira - Rio de Janeiro, 1998, página 366.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S6UCuxcThJI/AAAAAAAADGw/sJsHDSJMQKE/s1600-h/sb10069987l-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450765926571148434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S6UCuxcThJI/AAAAAAAADGw/sJsHDSJMQKE/s320/sb10069987l-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A primavera chegará, mesmo que ninguém mais saiba seu nome, nem acredite no calendário, nem possua jardim para recebê-la. A inclinação do sol vai marcando outras sombras; e os habitantes da mata, essas criaturas naturais que ainda circulam pelo ar e pelo chão, começam a preparar sua vida para a primavera que chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finos clarins que não ouvimos devem soar por dentro da terra, nesse mundo confidencial por raízes, - e arautos sutis acordarão as cores e os perfumes e a alegria de nascer, no espírito das flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há bosques de redodendros que eram verdes e já estão todos cor-de-rosa, como os palácios de Jeipur. Vozes novas de passarinho começam a ensaiar as árias tradicionais de sua nação. Pequenas borboletas brancas e amarelas apressam-se pelos ares, - e certamente conversam: mas tão baixinho que não se entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh! Primaveras distantes, depois do branco e deserto inverno, quando as amendoeiras inauguram suas flores, alegremente, e todos os olhos procuram pelo céu o primeiro raio de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Esta e uma primavera diferente, com as matas intactas, as árvores cobertas de folhas, - e só os poetas, entre os humanos, sabem que uma Deusa chega, coroada de flores, com vestidos bordados de flores, com os braços carregados de flores, e vem dançar nesse mundo cálido, de incessante luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é certo que a primavera chega. É certo que a vida não se esquece, e a terra maternalmente se enfeita para as festas da sua perpetuação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Algum dia, talvez, nada mais vai ser assim. Algum dia, talvez, os homens terão a primavera que desejarem, no momento que quiserem, independentes deste ritmo, desta ordem, deste movimento do céu. E os pássaros serão outros, com outros cantos e outros hábitos, - e os ouvidos que por acaso os ouvirem não terão nada mais com tudo aquilo que, outrora se entendeu e amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto há primavera, esta primavera natural, prestemos atenção ao sussurro dos passarinhos novos, que dão beijinhos para o ar azul. Escutemos essa voz que anda nas árvores, caminhemos por estas estradas que ainda conservam seus sentimentos antigos: lentamente estão sendo tecidos os manacás roxos e brancos; e a eufórbia vai se tornando pulquérrima, em cada coroa vermelha que se desdobra. Os casulos brancos das gardênias ainda estão sendo enrolados em redor do perfume. E flores agrestes acordam com suas roupas de chita multicolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tudo isto pra bilhar um instante, apenas, para ser lançado ao vento, - por fidelidade à obscura semente, ao que vem, na rotação da eternidade. Saudemos a primavera, dona da vida - e efêmera.&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/6175037198950216998-5726990062274053460?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5726990062274053460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5726990062274053460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5726990062274053460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5726990062274053460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='primavera'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S6UCuxcThJI/AAAAAAAADGw/sJsHDSJMQKE/s72-c/sb10069987l-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8973979652248286698</id><published>2010-08-24T20:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:24:10.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tecnologia na orelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzFj5iXI/AAAAAAAADNc/hMLAm817dRc/s1600/celular+do+guga.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119281800513906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzFj5iXI/AAAAAAAADNc/hMLAm817dRc/s200/celular+do+guga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzc1bSqI/AAAAAAAADNk/2c1W-6Ehx5g/s1600/celular-motorola-v8160-cdma--4329_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119288048044706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzc1bSqI/AAAAAAAADNk/2c1W-6Ehx5g/s200/celular-motorola-v8160-cdma--4329_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzvuW-5I/AAAAAAAADNs/iE4yWIlagBo/s1600/nokia_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119293118675858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSzvuW-5I/AAAAAAAADNs/iE4yWIlagBo/s200/nokia_3310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSz3WIh2I/AAAAAAAADN0/goLK7lvv5FY/s1600/panasonic.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119295164548962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRSz3WIh2I/AAAAAAAADN0/goLK7lvv5FY/s200/panasonic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1. 2002 - celular do guga; 2. 2003 - motorola baby; 3. 2003/2004 - nokia troca capinha; 4. 2005/2006 - panasonic (menor celular do mundo na época);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRS0I8eLzI/AAAAAAAADN8/HkDAAo7-KqY/s1600/v3+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119299888754482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRS0I8eLzI/AAAAAAAADN8/HkDAAo7-KqY/s200/v3+rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCP6940I/AAAAAAAADOE/EesNEdUAb5g/s1600/samsung+j700.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119542279660354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCP6940I/AAAAAAAADOE/EesNEdUAb5g/s200/samsung+j700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCdOAsuI/AAAAAAAADOM/AlDY34AZ2qI/s1600/nokia-n95-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119545849197282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCdOAsuI/AAAAAAAADOM/AlDY34AZ2qI/s200/nokia-n95-g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCi7smxI/AAAAAAAADOU/qMhiXQKap_4/s1600/iphone2_jpg.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509119547382995730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/THRTCi7smxI/AAAAAAAADOU/qMhiXQKap_4/s200/iphone2_jpg.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;5. 2006/2007 - um dos primeiros celulares de slide, da samsung (não achei foto); 6. 2007/2008 - v3 rosa; 7. 2008/2009 - samsung de slide rosa; 8. 2009 - n95; 2010 - iphone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-8973979652248286698?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8973979652248286698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8973979652248286698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4304445095371653134</id><published>2010-07-12T22:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:06:29.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TDvI6TFIK4I/AAAAAAAADLM/H2m6LfoMmsE/s1600/bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493205074388200322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TDvI6TFIK4I/AAAAAAAADLM/H2m6LfoMmsE/s320/bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quero que todos os dias do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;todos os dias da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;de meia em meia hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;de 5 em 5 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;me digas: Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ouvindo-te dizer: Eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;creio, no momento, que sou amado.&lt;br /&gt;No momento anterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;e no seguinte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;como sabê-lo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quero que me repitas até a exaustão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que me amas que me amas que me amas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Do contrário evapora-se a amação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;pois ao não dizer: Eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;desmentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;apagas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;teu amor por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Exigo de ti o perene comunicado.&lt;br /&gt;Não exigo senão isto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;isto sempre, isto cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quero ser amado por e em tua palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nem sei de outra maneira a não ser esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;de reconhecer o dom amoroso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;a perfeita maneria de saber-se amado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;amor na raiz da palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;e na sua emissão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;saltando da língua nacional,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;feito som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;vibração espacial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No momento em que não me dizes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;inexoravelmente sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que deixaste de amar-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que nunca me amastes antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se não me disseres urgente repetido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu te amoamoamoamoamo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;verdade fulminante que acabas de desentranhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;eu me precipito no caos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;essa coleção de objetos de não-amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dito por William Bonner no Marília Gabriela Entrevista)&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/6175037198950216998-4304445095371653134?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TDvI6TFIK4I/AAAAAAAADLM/H2m6LfoMmsE/s72-c/bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8376549955700696604</id><published>2010-06-12T17:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:09:45.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TBPoKd9dfhI/AAAAAAAADKE/Lun60dk5qI0/s1600/a+love+to+last+forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481980437978775058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TBPoKd9dfhI/AAAAAAAADKE/Lun60dk5qI0/s320/a+love+to+last+forever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;como se comemora algo diferente se o que é gostoso é sempre igual ?&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/6175037198950216998-8376549955700696604?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8376549955700696604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8376549955700696604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5353901845162874534</id><published>2010-06-07T21:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:22:45.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>trilogia do coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TA2NLYkFhRI/AAAAAAAADJs/lfSylP9pruQ/s1600/%C3%A1rvore+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480191548291646738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TA2NLYkFhRI/AAAAAAAADJs/lfSylP9pruQ/s320/%C3%A1rvore+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;(Retirado de Diamantes do Sol, de Nora Roberts - Página 329, primeiro parágrafo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Foi da mãe de minha mãe. A pedra é pequena, o engaste é simples. Mas resistiu a tudo. Eu lhe peço para aceitar este anel e a mim, porque o amor que sinto por você é infinito. Você pertence a mim, Jude, como eu pertenço a você. Quero que construa uma vida comigo, numa base de igualdade. E qualquer que seja essa vida, onde quer que seja, será nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Ela prometeu a si mesma que não choraria. Num momento assim, queria os olhos bem desanuviados. O homem que ela amava se ajoelhava a seus pés e oferecia .. tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Jude também se ajoelhou.&lt;br /&gt;- Aceito o anel e aceito você, Aidan, e guardarei ambos em meu coração. Pertenço a você, Aidan, assim como você me pertence. - Ela estendeu a outra mão, para que ele pudesse enfiar o anel, uma promessa para o coração. - E a vida que vamos construir começa agora.&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que ele pôs o anel no dedo de Jude, as nuvens foram afastadas e o sol voltou a brilhar, faiscando como diamantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Um dos livros mais apaixonantes que li nos últimos meses ! Lindo !)&lt;/i&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/6175037198950216998-5353901845162874534?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5353901845162874534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5353901845162874534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5353901845162874534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5353901845162874534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/06/trilogia-do-coracao.html' title='trilogia do coração'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/TA2NLYkFhRI/AAAAAAAADJs/lfSylP9pruQ/s72-c/%C3%A1rvore+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2213634941095890971</id><published>2010-05-13T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:48:37.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'>one (plus one) year of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;one sentimental moment in your arms&lt;br /&gt;is like a shooting star through my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's always a rainy day without you&lt;br /&gt;i'm a prisioner of love inside you&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling apart all around you&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-2213634941095890971?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2213634941095890971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2213634941095890971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2213634941095890971'/><link rel='self' 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Moraes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo-te tanto meu amor .. não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;O humano coração com mias verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;br /&gt;Numa sempre diversa realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo-te enfim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;E te amo além, presente na saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo-te enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Com um desejo maciço e permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S8UDqL-D78I/AAAAAAAADIE/iLEllv0rxzw/s1600/grow+old+with+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459774146559078338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S8UDqL-D78I/AAAAAAAADIE/iLEllv0rxzw/s320/grow+old+with+you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6175037198950216998-7632617196535028256?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7632617196535028256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-335698504899433087?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/335698504899433087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=335698504899433087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/335698504899433087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/335698504899433087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S8H4t8gpCLI/AAAAAAAADH8/jId8im3Zd_8/s72-c/i+love+you+in+fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8823337767473643581</id><published>2010-04-01T17:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:03:06.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>agora já sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Te amar de verdade/ sentir saudade/ mas só de você, só de você/ agora eu já sei, quando falta a respiração/ é a prova que o coração/ já não sabe mais, viver sem você/ agora já sei, que me falta sempre a razão/ traduzir melhor a emoção/ do que trago aqui, bem dentro de mim ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-8823337767473643581?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8823337767473643581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8823337767473643581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8823337767473643581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8823337767473643581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/04/agora-ja-sei.html' title='agora já sei'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2551709680013267776</id><published>2010-03-09T18:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:47:49.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>com licença poética</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S5bA2u5iOWI/AAAAAAAADE0/__tH0rPc1ZQ/s1600-h/9780811863131.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; de Adélia Prado .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S5bA2u5iOWI/AAAAAAAADE0/__tH0rPc1ZQ/s1600-h/9780811863131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752845886011746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S5bA2u5iOWI/AAAAAAAADE0/__tH0rPc1ZQ/s320/9780811863131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Quando nasci um anjo esbelto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;desses que tocam trombeta, anunciou:&lt;br /&gt;vai carregar bandeira.&lt;br /&gt;Cargo muito pesado pra mulher,&lt;br /&gt;esta espécie ainda envergonhada.&lt;br /&gt;Aceito os subterfúgios que me cabem,&lt;br /&gt;sem precisar mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou tão feia que não possa casar,&lt;br /&gt;acho o Rio de Janeiro uma beleza e&lt;br /&gt;ora sim, ora não, creio em parto sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que sinto escrevo. Cumpro a sina.&lt;br /&gt;Inauguro linhagens, fundo reinos&lt;br /&gt;- dor não é amargura.&lt;br /&gt;Minha tristeza não tem pedigree,&lt;br /&gt;já a minha vontade da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;sua raiz vai ao meu mil avô.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser coxo na vida é maldição pra homem.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher é desdobrável. Eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-2551709680013267776?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2551709680013267776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2551709680013267776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2551709680013267776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2551709680013267776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/03/com-licenca-poetica.html' title='com licença poética'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S5bA2u5iOWI/AAAAAAAADE0/__tH0rPc1ZQ/s72-c/9780811863131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6376987652972609388</id><published>2010-03-01T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:16:37.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Coríntios 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;1 ainda que eu falasse a língua dos homens e dos anjos, e não tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine. 2 e ainda que tivesse o dom da profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e todas a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria. 3 e ainda que distribuisse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e não tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria. 4 o amor é sofredor, é benigno; o amor não é invejoso, o amor não trata com leviandade, não se ensoberbece. 5 não se porta com indecência, não busca os seus interesses, não se irrita, não suspeita mal; 6 não folga com injustiça, mas folga com verdade; 7 tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta. 8 o amor nunca falha; mas havendo profecias, serão aniquiladas; havendo línguas, cessarão; havendo ciência, desaparecerá; 9 porque, em parte, conhecemos, e em parte profetizamos. 10 mas, quando vier o que é perfeito, então o que o é em parte será aniquilado. 11 quando eu era menino, falava como menino, sentia como menino, discorria como menino, mas, logo que cheguei a ser homem, acabei com as coisas de menino. 12 porque agora vemos em espelho em enigma, mas então veremos face a face; agora conheço em parte, mas então conhecerei como também sou conhecido. 13 agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor, estes três, mas o maior destes é o amor.&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/6175037198950216998-6376987652972609388?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6376987652972609388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6376987652972609388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6376987652972609388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6376987652972609388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-corintios-13.html' title='1 Coríntios 13'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2173160357462377867</id><published>2010-03-01T14:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:17:47.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amar é ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S4v_7M7fEdI/AAAAAAAADDs/hwnijkAl5Tg/s1600-h/4189194514_dcdb838555.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443725967155466706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S4v_7M7fEdI/AAAAAAAADDs/hwnijkAl5Tg/s320/4189194514_dcdb838555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herman Hesse, prêmio Nobel de Literatura, em "Sull'amore, mondadori"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Quanto mais envelhecia, quanto mais insípidas me pareciam as pequenas satisfações que a vida me dava, tanto mais claramente compreendia onde eu deveria procurar a fonte das alegrias da vida. Aprendi que ser amado não é nada, enquanto amar é tudo (...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dinheiro não era nada, o poder não era nada. Vi tanta gente que tinha dinheiro e poder, e mesmo assim era infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza não era nada. Vi tantos homens e mulheres belos, infelizes, apesar de suas belezas.&lt;br /&gt;Também a saúde não contava tanto assim. Cada um tem a saúde que sente. Havia doentes cheios de vontade de viver e havia sadios que definhavam angustiados pelo medo de sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A felicidade é amor, só isto.&lt;/b&gt; Feliz é quem sabe amar. Feliz é quem pode amar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar e desejar não é a mesma coisa. O amor é o desejo que atingiu a sabedoria. O amor não quer possuir. O amor quer somente amar. &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/6175037198950216998-2173160357462377867?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2173160357462377867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2173160357462377867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2173160357462377867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2173160357462377867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/03/amar-e-ser-feliz.html' title='amar é ser feliz'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/S4v_7M7fEdI/AAAAAAAADDs/hwnijkAl5Tg/s72-c/4189194514_dcdb838555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3999821773447751979</id><published>2010-02-24T20:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:04:25.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ultra romantismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Só me sinto (muito) motivada a escrever aqui quando alguma coisa me deixa mal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-3999821773447751979?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3999821773447751979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3999821773447751979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3999821773447751979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3999821773447751979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultra-romantismo.html' title='ultra romantismo'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5087945585794925948</id><published>2010-01-03T17:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:42:23.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'>uma frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Não minimize um ente querido, comparando-o com pessoas fracassadas. Ninguém é inferior a ninguém. Cada qual, a seu modo, tem um valor. Trate-o condignamente, pois num momento de necessidade ele vai interceder por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-5087945585794925948?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5087945585794925948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5087945585794925948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5087945585794925948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5087945585794925948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-frase.html' title='uma frase'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7237058347744559488</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:00:04.052-02:00</updated><title type='text'>unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqUABm8UTI/AAAAAAAADCA/WHigfZgzcew/s1600-h/LS015486.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420807829646496050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqUABm8UTI/AAAAAAAADCA/WHigfZgzcew/s320/LS015486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm just beginnig, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Release your inhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Only you cant let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Today is when your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Today is when your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&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/6175037198950216998-7237058347744559488?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7237058347744559488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7237058347744559488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7237058347744559488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7237058347744559488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2010/01/unwritten.html' title='unwritten'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqUABm8UTI/AAAAAAAADCA/WHigfZgzcew/s72-c/LS015486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-43167102440265494</id><published>2009-12-31T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:00:01.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;(Arundhati Roy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqRmTksm8I/AAAAAAAADB4/-Bc6pW5-i4M/s1600-h/85784385.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420805188769061826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqRmTksm8I/AAAAAAAADB4/-Bc6pW5-i4M/s320/85784385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To love. To be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To never forget your own insignificance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Too seek joy in the saddest places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To pursue beauty to it's lair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To respect strength, never power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Above all, to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To try understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;To never look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;And never, never, to forget.&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/6175037198950216998-43167102440265494?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/43167102440265494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=43167102440265494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/43167102440265494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/43167102440265494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SzqRmTksm8I/AAAAAAAADB4/-Bc6pW5-i4M/s72-c/85784385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2410444727971331403</id><published>2009-12-21T09:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:11:13.711-02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Life Lessons I Learned in My 20’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sy9loiQdGLI/AAAAAAAAC8A/FpNaluNXdaA/s1600-h/4174006238_425ea1389b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417660623814990002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sy9loiQdGLI/AAAAAAAAC8A/FpNaluNXdaA/s320/4174006238_425ea1389b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/06/09/20-life-lessons-i-learned-in-my-20s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marc and Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. If you're smiling right now, you're doing something right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. It's not so much what you say that counts, it's how you make people feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. The biggest mistake you can make is doing nothing because you're scared to make a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. No matter how it turns out, it always ends up just the way it should be. Either you succeed or you learn something. Win-win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Freedom is the greatest gift. Self-sufficiency is the greatest freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6. If you catch yourself working hard and loveing every minute of it, don't stop. You're on to something big. Because hard work ain't hard when you concentrate on your passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7. It's not about getting a chance, it's about taking a chance. You'll rarely be 100% sure doing nothing won't work. Sometimes you just have to go for it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8. Complaining is like slapping yourself for slapping yourself. It doesn't solve the problem, it just hurts you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9. The one with nothing to hide is always the one left standing tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10. You can press forwars long after you can't. It's just a matter of wanting it bad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;11. There's a big difference between knowing and doing. Knowledge is basically useless without action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;12. In work and business, when they need you more than you need them, you have succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;13. Everything that happens in life is neither good nor bad. It just depends on your perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;14. We are all weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatiblem with ours, we call it love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;15. True friendship and true love do sustain the tests of distance and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;16. You can't change who you are. You can only change what you know and how you apply this knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;17. It is okay to be angry. It is never okay to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;18. Even when you feel like you have nothing, someone else likely has far less. Find them and help them. You'll see why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;19. Having a thousand credentials on the wall will not make you a decent human being. But genuinely helping one person everyday will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;20. Remeber, change happens for a reason. Roll with it. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Happy B'Day for me ! &lt;/i&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/6175037198950216998-2410444727971331403?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2410444727971331403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2410444727971331403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2410444727971331403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2410444727971331403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-life-lessons-i-learned-in-my-20s.html' title='20 Life Lessons I Learned in My 20’s'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sy9loiQdGLI/AAAAAAAAC8A/FpNaluNXdaA/s72-c/4174006238_425ea1389b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1915935167210971419</id><published>2009-12-16T14:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:41:22.384-02:00</updated><title type='text'>rocking around the christmas tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SykNpPXdmwI/AAAAAAAAC74/geeWRqbwfJU/s1600-h/4172152084_153402ee10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415875029040470786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SykNpPXdmwI/AAAAAAAAC74/geeWRqbwfJU/s320/4172152084_153402ee10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6175037198950216998-1915935167210971419?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1915935167210971419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1915935167210971419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1915935167210971419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1915935167210971419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/rocking-around-christmas-tree.html' title='rocking around the christmas tree'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SykNpPXdmwI/AAAAAAAAC74/geeWRqbwfJU/s72-c/4172152084_153402ee10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1203342280786562837</id><published>2009-12-14T13:47:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:10:35.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyZjPuARnxI/AAAAAAAACp0/x122ZJXBsOg/s1600-h/91128197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415124723657973522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyZjPuARnxI/AAAAAAAACp0/x122ZJXBsOg/s320/91128197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I could tell you a million times and I'd still want to say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;(um ano e sete meses!)&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/6175037198950216998-1203342280786562837?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1203342280786562837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1203342280786562837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1203342280786562837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1203342280786562837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-could-tell-you-million-times-and-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyZjPuARnxI/AAAAAAAACp0/x122ZJXBsOg/s72-c/91128197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4084830163341148274</id><published>2009-12-11T10:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:38:18.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'>shimbalaiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Ser capitã desse mundo, poder rodar sem fronteiras; viver um ano em segundos; não achar sonhos besteira; me encantar com um livro que fale sobre vaidade; quando mentir for preciso, poder falar a verdade.&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/6175037198950216998-4084830163341148274?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4084830163341148274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4084830163341148274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4084830163341148274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4084830163341148274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/shimbalaie.html' title='shimbalaiê'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7895027269508841283</id><published>2009-12-10T23:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:12:19.952-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyGbkD09T5I/AAAAAAAACgU/z5K1HQZD3GA/s1600-h/tumblr_ku04cigYoE1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413779270881070994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyGbkD09T5I/AAAAAAAACgU/z5K1HQZD3GA/s320/tumblr_ku04cigYoE1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't; and believe that everything happens for a reason. if you get a chance, take it. if it changes your life - let it. nobody said that life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(harvey mackay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-7895027269508841283?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7895027269508841283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7895027269508841283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7895027269508841283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7895027269508841283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-people-who-treat-you-right-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SyGbkD09T5I/AAAAAAAACgU/z5K1HQZD3GA/s72-c/tumblr_ku04cigYoE1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1261829051315493112</id><published>2009-12-05T15:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:17:34.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SxqVMTfqyCI/AAAAAAAACeU/PdOzWJYVzM0/s1600-h/90592467.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411801940863141922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SxqVMTfqyCI/AAAAAAAACeU/PdOzWJYVzM0/s320/90592467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt; Think how different life would be if you had never met the one person who changed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-1261829051315493112?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1261829051315493112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1261829051315493112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1261829051315493112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1261829051315493112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-how-different-life-would-be-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SxqVMTfqyCI/AAAAAAAACeU/PdOzWJYVzM0/s72-c/90592467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3776108782158731204</id><published>2009-12-03T21:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:36:03.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we loved with a love that was more than love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(edgar allan poe)&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/6175037198950216998-3776108782158731204?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3776108782158731204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3776108782158731204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3776108782158731204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3776108782158731204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-loved-with-love-that-was-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3692080592633904130</id><published>2009-12-03T00:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:33:23.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>santa claus is coming to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sxci9SK4KgI/AAAAAAAACa4/n2UlzLzBKSc/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831913553766914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sxci9SK4KgI/AAAAAAAACa4/n2UlzLzBKSc/s320/natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Chistmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Norman Vincent Peale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-3692080592633904130?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3692080592633904130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3692080592633904130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3692080592633904130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3692080592633904130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='santa claus is coming to town'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sxci9SK4KgI/AAAAAAAACa4/n2UlzLzBKSc/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5026893932034555918</id><published>2009-11-28T13:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:03:30.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a movie quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(The Notebook)&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/6175037198950216998-5026893932034555918?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5026893932034555918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5026893932034555918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5026893932034555918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5026893932034555918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-quote.html' title='a movie quote'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3452942432291750082</id><published>2009-11-14T16:25:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:40:32.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sv73S7sbPAI/AAAAAAAACZU/Mj8pvjEkSBc/s1600-h/amor.jpg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sv73S7sbPAI/AAAAAAAACZU/Mj8pvjEkSBc/s320/amor.jpg_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404028507524905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda Bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque senão&lt;br /&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias frios&lt;br /&gt;Em que nós estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;br /&gt;De amar, de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo de tantos anos&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos séculos&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(um ano e meio!)&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/6175037198950216998-3452942432291750082?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3452942432291750082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3452942432291750082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3452942432291750082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3452942432291750082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/11/ainda-bem.html' title='ainda bem'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sv73S7sbPAI/AAAAAAAACZU/Mj8pvjEkSBc/s72-c/amor.jpg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7151465253755893952</id><published>2009-11-11T13:17:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:37:15.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiraçãozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SvrXojMfB_I/AAAAAAAACZM/2EcX_Phvy88/s1600-h/55555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SvrXojMfB_I/AAAAAAAACZM/2EcX_Phvy88/s320/55555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402867794626676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Escrito por Regina Brett, 90 anos, Cleaveland - Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Para  celebrar o envelhecer, uma vez eu escrevi 45 lições que a vida me ensinou. É a coluna mais requisitada que eu já escrevi. Meu taxímetro chegou aos 90 em agosto, então, aqui está a coluna, mais uma vez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para  discordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele agüenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Poupe para a aposentadoria, começando com seu primeiro salário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado, para que ele não estrague seu  presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem idéia do que se trata a jornada deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria  estar nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. Desfaça-se de tudo o que não é útil, bonito e prazeroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18.  O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite  “não” como resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22.  Prepare-se bastante; depois, se deixe levar pela maré…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade, além de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. Encare cada “chamado” desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco  anos, vai importar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31. Indepedentemente de a situação ser boa ou ruim, irá mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32. Não se leve tão a sério. Ninguém mais leva…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33. Acredite em milagres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Ele é, não pelo que você fez ou deixou de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;36.  Envelhecer é melhor do que morrer jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa, no final, é que você amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;40. Se todos jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;42. O melhor está por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;43. Não importa como você se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;44. Produza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-7151465253755893952?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7151465253755893952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7151465253755893952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7151465253755893952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7151465253755893952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiracaozinha.html' title='inspiraçãozinha'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SvrXojMfB_I/AAAAAAAACZM/2EcX_Phvy88/s72-c/55555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4108987766517932946</id><published>2009-11-02T17:47:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:12:40.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o princípio 90/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su86IQUnvjI/AAAAAAAACYY/ro0yhCuNgSs/s1600-h/10_814_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su86IQUnvjI/AAAAAAAACYY/ro0yhCuNgSs/s320/10_814_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598391735336498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(de Stephen Covey - porque era tudo que eu precisava ler hoje, eu acho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Que princípio é este? Os 10% da vida estão relacionados com o que se passa com você, os outros 90% da vida estão relacionados com a forma como você reage ao que se passa com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que isto quer dizer? Realmente, nós não temos controle sobre 10% do que nos sucede. Não podemos evitar que o carro enguice, que o avião atrase, que o semáforo fique no vermelho. Mas, você é quem determinará os outros&lt;br /&gt;90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como? Com sua reação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo: você está tomando o café da manhã com sua família. Sua filha, ao pegar a xícara, deixa o café cair na sua camisa branca de trabalho. Você não tem controle sobre isto. O que acontecerá em seguida será determinado&lt;br /&gt;por sua reação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, você se irrita. Repreende severamente sua filha e ela começa a chorar. Você censura sua esposa por ter colocado a xícara muito na beirada da mesa. E tem prosseguimento uma batalha verbal. Contrariado e resmungando, você vai mudar de camisa. Quando volta, encontra sua filha chorando mais ainda e ela acaba perdendo o ônibus para a escola. Sua esposa vai pro trabalho,também contrariada. Você tem de levar sua filha, de carro, pra escola.&lt;br /&gt;Como está atrasado, dirige em alta velocidade e é multado. Depois de 15 minutos de atraso, uma discussão com o guarda de trânsito e uma multa, vocês chegam à escola, onde sua filha entra, sem se despedir de você. Ao chegar atrasado ao escritório, você percebe que esqueceu sua maleta. Seu dia começou mal eparece que ficará pior. Você fica ansioso pro dia acabar e quando chega em casa, sua esposa e filha estão de cara fechada, em silêncio e frias com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quê? Por causa de sua reação ao acontecido no café da manhã. Pense: por que seu dia foi péssimo?&lt;br /&gt;A) por causa do café?&lt;br /&gt;B) por causa de sua filha?&lt;br /&gt;C) por causa de sua esposa?&lt;br /&gt;D) por causa da multa de trânsito?&lt;br /&gt;E) por sua causa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta correta é a E. Você não teve controle sobre o que aconteceu com o café, mas o modo como você reagiu naqueles 5 minutos foi o que deixou seu dia ruim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O café cai na sua camisa. Sua filha começa a chorar. Então, você diz a ela, gentilmente:"está bem, querida, você só precisa ter mais cuidado." Depois de pegar outra camisa e a pasta executiva, você volta, olha pela janela e vê sua filha pegando o ônibus. Dá um sorriso e ela retribui,dando adeus com a mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Notou a diferença? Duas situações iguais, que terminam muito diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Por quê? Porque os outros 90% são determinados por sua reação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aqui temos um exemplo de como aplicar o Princípio 90/10. Se alguém diz algo negativo sobre você, não leve a sério, não deixe que os comentários negativos o afetem. Reaja apropriadamente e seu dia não ficará arruinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como reagir a alguém que o atrapalha no trânsito? Você fica transtornado? Golpeia o volante? Xinga? Sua pressão sobe? O que acontece se você perder o emprego? Por que perder o sono e ficar tão chateado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto não funcionará. Use a energia da preocupação para procurar outro trabalho. Seu vôo está atrasado, vai atrapalhar a sua programação do dia. Por que manifestar frustração com o funcionário do aeroporto? Ele não pode fazer nada. Use seu tempo para estudar, conhecer os outros passageiros. Estressar-se só piora as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que você já conhece o Princípio 90/10, utilize-o. Você se surpreenderá com os resultados e não se arrependerá de usá-lo. Milhares de pessoas estão sofrendo de um stress que não vale a pena, sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;problemas e dores de cabeça. Todos devemos conhecer e praticar o Princípio 90/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode mudar a nossa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-4108987766517932946?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4108987766517932946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4108987766517932946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4108987766517932946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4108987766517932946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-principio-9010.html' title='o princípio 90/10'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su86IQUnvjI/AAAAAAAACYY/ro0yhCuNgSs/s72-c/10_814_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4387285121618249237</id><published>2009-11-01T14:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:41:00.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>uma frase de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su25vvtvaoI/AAAAAAAACVE/-guFWOL2R6I/s1600-h/amor.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su25vvtvaoI/AAAAAAAACVE/-guFWOL2R6I/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399175758200400514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Amo-te não por quem tu és, mas por quem sou quando estou contigo."&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/6175037198950216998-4387285121618249237?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4387285121618249237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4387285121618249237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4387285121618249237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4387285121618249237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-frase-de-amor.html' title='uma frase de amor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Su25vvtvaoI/AAAAAAAACVE/-guFWOL2R6I/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1287450946590299703</id><published>2009-10-24T11:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:01:20.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desculpa se te chamo de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;\ Federico Moccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Capítulo 87, página 312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Porque o amor não é e não pode ser simples afeto. Não é hábito ou gentileza. O amor é loucura, é o coração que bate a duas mil, a luz que desce à noite em pleno pôr do sol, a vontade de se levantar de manhã, só para se olhar nos olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;E as folhas caem e parecem sóis e cai a neve da espuma do mar. E as duas estão tão juntas que parece um final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SuMGwcXA4vI/AAAAAAAACU8/5XDQNcuDX2A/s1600-h/1245089040_licaodeamor200805.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SuMGwcXA4vI/AAAAAAAACU8/5XDQNcuDX2A/s320/1245089040_licaodeamor200805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396164207836193522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-1287450946590299703?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SuMGwcXA4vI/AAAAAAAACU8/5XDQNcuDX2A/s72-c/1245089040_licaodeamor200805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6843199330205780760</id><published>2009-10-13T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:28:51.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>samba em prelúdio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eu sem você não tenho porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Porque sem você não sei nem chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sou chama sem luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jardim sem luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Luar sem amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amor sem se dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eu sem você sou só desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Um barco sem mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Um campo sem flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tristeza que vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tristeza que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sem você meu amor eu não sou ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(um ano e cinco meses!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-6843199330205780760?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6843199330205780760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6843199330205780760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6843199330205780760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6843199330205780760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/10/samba-em-preludio.html' title='samba em prelúdio'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2046460110270123620</id><published>2009-10-09T20:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:38:29.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meme complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Ss_JP7uF3OI/AAAAAAAACMM/cbedIqClWVU/s1600-h/CompleteBipartite18_800.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Ss_JP7uF3OI/AAAAAAAACMM/cbedIqClWVU/s200/CompleteBipartite18_800.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390748554552007906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;COMPLETE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu tenho: &lt;i&gt;namorado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu desejo: &lt;i&gt;ganhar muito dinheiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu odeio: &lt;i&gt;maçã farinhenta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu escuto: &lt;i&gt;bem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu tenho medo de: &lt;i&gt;pombo&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu não estou: &lt;i&gt;de tpm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu estou: &lt;i&gt;cansada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu perco: &lt;i&gt;sempre o horário de Brazil's Next Top Model&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Eu preciso: &lt;i&gt;ter vergonha na cara e não faltar à academia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Me dói: &lt;i&gt;no momento nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SIM OU NÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Tem um diário? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Gosta de cozinhar? &lt;i&gt;um pouco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Gosta de tempestades? &lt;i&gt;só quando não tenho que sair de casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Há algum segredo que vc não tenha contado à ninguém? &lt;i&gt;acho que não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Acredita no amor? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Toma banho todos os dias? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Quer casar? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Quer ter filhos? &lt;i&gt;mais pra sim do que pra não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;QUAL É?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- A frase que mais usa no msn: &lt;i&gt;"beijos" ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Sua banda favorita: &lt;i&gt;não tenho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Seu maior desejo: &lt;i&gt;já disse ficar rica ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- 3 Lugares estranhos em que vc transaria: &lt;i&gt;oh shit !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OUTRAS PERGUNTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Signo: &lt;i&gt;sagitário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Cor dos olhos: &lt;i&gt;castanho escuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Numero favorito: &lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Dia favorito: &lt;i&gt;sábado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Mês favorito: &lt;i&gt;dezembro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Estação do ano favorita: &lt;i&gt;verão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Café ou chá? &lt;i&gt;nenhum dos dois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Tem problemas de auto estima: &lt;i&gt;às vezes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Abriria mão de ficar com alguém muito gato por respeito ao próximo: &lt;i&gt;lógico ! sou muito mais o meu namorado !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Iria a uma micareta: &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Cuidaria de amigos bêbados: &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Dá toco sem problema nenhum: &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;NAS ULTIMAS 24HS VC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Chorou ? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Ajudou alguém ? &lt;i&gt;acho que sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Ficou doente ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Foi ao cinema ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Disse “te amo” ? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Escreveu uma carta ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Falou com alguém ? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Teve uma conversa séria? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Perdeu alguém ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Abraçou alguém ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Brigou com algum parente ? &lt;i&gt;sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Brigou com algum amigo ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ALGUMA VEZ VC PODERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Beijar alguém do mesmo sexo ? &lt;i&gt;beijo beijinho ou beijo beijão ? beijo rosto sempre !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Fazer sexo com alguem do mesmo sexo ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Saltar de paraquedas ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Cantar em um karaoke ? &lt;i&gt;acho que não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Ser vegetariano ? &lt;i&gt;nunca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Se embebedar ? &lt;i&gt;muitas vezes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Roubar uma loja ? &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Se maquiar em publico ? &lt;i&gt;sim, é muito ruim isso ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-2046460110270123620?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2046460110270123620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2046460110270123620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2046460110270123620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2046460110270123620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/10/meme-complete.html' title='meme complete'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Ss_JP7uF3OI/AAAAAAAACMM/cbedIqClWVU/s72-c/CompleteBipartite18_800.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-9208616497252840349</id><published>2009-10-07T11:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:55:05.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rio 2016</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SsyqA7uEjaI/AAAAAAAACME/CaEqqpKe7-M/s1600-h/headernovo-rio2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SsyqA7uEjaI/AAAAAAAACME/CaEqqpKe7-M/s320/headernovo-rio2016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869787063291298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;(retirado de Jornal O Globo, edição do dia 05.10.2009,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Joaquim Ferreira dos Santos - Segundo Caderno, Página 10)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sejam bem-vindos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O carioca apresenta-se ao mundo de 2016&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agora que somos olímpicos, e todos estão de olho, vou mostrar a cidade que mora cá comigo e começa aqui na esquina de Arpoador com o Largo da Mãe do Bispo, a ancestral Pedra do Sal, onde Tia Zulmira disse “Feijoada só é completa quando tem ambulância na porta”. Foi aqui também, numa noite em que a lua perfurava o nosso zinco, que nasceu o índio narigudo do estandarte do Cacique de Ramos. Sejam bemvindos, meus gringos, e já se lhes ouve ao longe, em saudação, a alvorada pela Orquestra Tabajara. Ninguém nos vence em vibração, aqui estão nossa estima e consideração. Sejam bem-vindos ao que Ivan Lessa chamou o Bananão. Reina, nos quatro cantos desta maracangalha praieira, a mais sincera sensação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheguem-se aos bons, apertem os ossos que seu ouro é nosso. Raspem-se no capacho. De acordo com o ritual nativo, entornem ao santo, no pé do balcão, a primeira gota da primeira caipirinha. Dizem que fecha o corpo contra assalto. E, please, não reparem na bagunça da sala, observem as instruções de não fumar e desliguem seus pagers que a sessão já vai começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos assim. Peixe escorregadio, mané sagaz, gente boa. Tudo depende muito da hora do Brasil, do trânsito no Rebouças e do humor dos garçons do Bar Lagoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De sunga, vá pelo elevador de serviço. De chinelo, você não entra na churrascaria Majórica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De medalhão no pescoço, leva dura da PM. A palavra de ordem tatuada na omoplata é relaxar. Do it. Jogamos lixo pela janela do carro, ocupamos todo o degrau da escada rolante e, sem dó, grafitamos azulejos do Portinari no Palácio Capanema. Normal. A quem reclama, dizemos “o incomodado que se mude” e fotografamos a cara do sujeito num prépago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ameaçamos. Voltaremos. Do poeta na calçada, arrancamos os óculos para que ele não se inspire em nossas mulheres nem conte para a polícia que viu a gangue da bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos amigos dos amigos e escrevemos a sigla no muro do Colégio de Aplicação. Ninguém esquenta além da conta. Está na bandeira colocada ontem à noite pelo novo comando que ocupa o morro do Leme: “Felizes por natureza”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando os professores terminarem a greve, iniciada por Darci Ribeiro no Calabouço, será dada aos senhores visitantes uma explicação mais racional do fenômeno. Quem somos? Para onde vamos depois da praia? Que time é teu? Qual o ônibus que passa na Toneleros? Por que o chope sem colarinho? Por enquanto, faça como os demais na fila do cartório. Be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Todas essas perguntas caíram em exigência, precisam de que se reconheça a assinatura autenticada do requerente — e, por favor, em duas vias. Hoje é ponto facultativo, o guichê das respostas fechou. Volte para a semana que amanhã é Dia do Santo e depois de amanhã, feito o amor na boca do poeta, ninguém sabe o que será. De resto, querido gringo, junte-se aos bons. Já é! Fale com o corneteiro da Visconde de Pirajá, tente uma explicação com a esfinge daquele senhor na Pedra da Gávea, pague obrigações com a Mãe Valéria de Todos os Postes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eles também pesquisam os mistérios que se escondem nos corações desses humanos cariocas, alguns escritos há dez mil anos nos desenhos que os tatuís deixaram na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nunca ninguém saberá tudo sobre essa mania de aplaudir o primeiro pôr do sol do horário de verão, quem deu a ordem para desprezar o sinal vermelho depois das nove e quem foi o primeiro a gritar “corre, é arrastão”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Definitivamente, demorar-se-á a sabê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que adorável compulsão machadiana é esta de, assim que há quorum para fechar uma roda, alguém puxar os palitinhos do bolso e começar “Quero cinco”, “Me dá lona”. É a nossa bolsa de valores. Fotografe. Siga as ordens do guarda municipal, passa o da cerveja e, take it easy, relaxa maneiro. Olhe para a direita e veja as amendoeiras da Glória. Olhe para a esquerda e ouça o negão gritando “Arrepia, Salgueiro!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos felizes como pinto no lixo, na definição de Jamelão, catedrático do ritmo da nossa escola primeira. Somos uma cidade que a todos seduz, na definição do hino das ruas, porque de dia faltava água e de noite faltava luz, mas agora somos olímpicos. Ninguém se dá ao respeito, ninguém liga muito para o peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É a civilização construída em cima da exclamação “Que bunda!”, o mantra nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outra expressão em voga — sussurre no ouvido das arquitetas do Casa Cor que elas desfale-ce-rão — é sus-ten-ta-bi-li-da-de. Diga como se pingasse colírio, gota a gota, gata a gata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O resto é maresia, aleivosia e poesia. Os homens têm olhos de azul ardósia. As mulheres zinem. O avião passa aos domingos na praia, buzina e mostra a faixa “Sexo é bom”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tem mais na próxima semana, mas foi o que eu consegui apurar para transmitir — Quem somos? Quem está com a mão amarela? Quem sabe o resultado do bicho? — aos novos visitantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joguei búzios com tampinhas da cerveja barriguda Black Princess no Pavão Azul de Copacabana. Olhei nos mapas roubados do Arquivo Nacional que encontrei na feira da Praça Quinze. Ajustei a lupa sobre as cartas da princesa Isabel que um tataraneto vendeu por mil réis ao Sebo Seboso da Praça Tiradentes. Mexi na borra do café da Camila Pitanga. Eis o que consegui apurar para o perfil do carioca e gostaria de receber algum, pois poderia estar roubando, escrevendo crônica ou jogando areia na barraca do vizinho. Eu mais não soube porque os entrevistados desconfiaram de ser pesquisa para a venda de celular. É pau, é pedra, é nós na fita, reinventando os arcos do símbolo olímpico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zero de conduta, zero de informação e, de noite, Leite de Onça no Zero Zero. Fiquem à vontade, querem um copo de água do filtro?, e não reparem a gritaria que vem do primeiro andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abram a janela sem medo que a temporada da dengue está longe. Relaxem. Ouçam à esquerda a sinfonia de pardais, ouçam à direita o convite à pamonha quentinha e ao fundo as mentiras que o repórter da “New Yorker” assacou contra nossa curiosa civilidade. Deixe no cofre do hotel o passaporte apenas por precaução, para evitar molhar no banho de mar a fantasia de todo meio-dia. That’s the real e grande carioca. Já disseram de tudo sobre essa gente humilde, sua cadeira na calçada e a vontade de chorar. Agora tem mais essa. 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href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/10/rio-2016.html' title='rio 2016'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SsyqA7uEjaI/AAAAAAAACME/CaEqqpKe7-M/s72-c/headernovo-rio2016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-869628055340635362</id><published>2009-10-04T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:24:14.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meme do negrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo o que estiver &lt;b&gt;em negrito&lt;/b&gt; é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. quando eu era mais novo tomei algumas decisões&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;002. eu tenho assistido muita tv ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;003. eu adoro cogumelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. eu adoro dormir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;005. eu tenho muitos livros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;006. eu já dormi no banheiro uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;007. eu adoro jogar video game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;008. eu adoro maconha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;009. eu não só adoro, mas também fumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;010. eu sei a programação completa dos canais de desenho animado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;011. eu gosto de tubarões e rio muito naqueles filmes ridículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;012. eu gosto de aranhas, eu as acho sensacionais, especialmente aquelas com cores vibrantes na parte de trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;013. eu nasci sem cabelo e ainda não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;014. eu gosto do Lula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;015. eu sou legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;016. eu mudei muito mentalmente nesses últimos anos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;017. eu tenho uma jacuzzi e um porsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;018. eu tenho muito o que aprender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;019. eu carrego minha faca para qualquer lugar que eu vá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;020. eu posso ser bem esperto… quando eu quero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;021. eu nunca quebrei o osso de alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;022. eu tenho um segredo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;023. eu odeio chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;025. punk rock é o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;026. eu odeio bill gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;027. eu adoro comida japonesa &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;028. eu odiaria ser famoso(a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;029. eu não sou uma pessoa que gosta da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;030. eu uso óculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;031. eu não uso óculos, com exceção dos escuros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;032. eu tenho potencial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;033. eu sou um japonês genuíno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;034. minhas pernas tem tamanhos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;035. eu tenho um irmão gêmeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;036. eu já usei chinelos rider mas eu odeio chinelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;037. eu posso escrever um rascunho sobre absolutamente nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;038. eu sou canhoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;039. eu odeio capivaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;040. eu não gosto de filmes de terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;041. eu odeio futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;042. as pessoas me odeiam normalmente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;043. eu gosto de música pop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;044. eu dificilmente vou para a cama antes da meia-noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;045. eu odeio vagas de estacionamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;046. eu sei de cor o hino nacional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;047. eu sei mais de uma língua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;048. eu passo horas na frente do computador&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;049. na maioria das vezes quero jogar meu computador pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;050. eu moro numa casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;051. eu não gosto de chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;052. eu gostaria de ser mais original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;053. eu minto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;054. não dou para piadas de duplo sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;055. eu quero conquistar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;056. eu imagino como seria a vida pós-morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;057. eu já li todos os livros do Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;058. eu não sou popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;059. eu adoro fazer exercicios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;060. eu odeio química demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;061. eu adoro escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;062. eu gosto de mudanças na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;063. eu odeio ir para a escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;065. eu odeio lavar louça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;066. meu cabelo é longo, escuro e incrivelmente enrolado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;067. meu pé é feio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;068. eu uso aparelho nos dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;069. eu gosto de dormir no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;070. eu sou “sem noção” na cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;071. eu chupava meu dedão quando era criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;072. eu deveria estar fazendo outra coisa ao invés disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;073. estou sempre “on line” na net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;074. eu odeio o governo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;075. eu não tenho namorada(o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;076. eu sou bonzinho, até demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;077. eu adoro ler, quando tenho tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;078. eu não acredito nos jornais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;079. eu gosto de debates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;080. eu vivo num trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;081. eu limpo meu quarto uma vez por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;082. eu não curto restaurante tipo “fast-food”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;083. eu tenho o “terceiro-olho”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;084. eu adoro moçambique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;085. eu não acredito em nenhuma religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;086. eu costumava brincar com barbies só porque as meninas brincavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;087. eu queria ser um super herói quando criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;088. eu gosto de ouvir o barulho do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;089. eu sou muito desorganizado(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;090. meu cabelo é comprido e preto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;091. eu ganho muito muito vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;092. eu não gosto de comida apimentada &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;093. eu tenho um diário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;094. eu não sei andar com as mãos no chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;095. eu posso ser bem preguiçoso(a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;096. eu sou sarcástico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;097. eu acho que meu cabelo às vezes irrita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;098. eu posso ser sensível&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;099. eu gosto de ser anormal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;100. eu tenho um olho mais escuro que o outro&lt;/span&gt;&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/6175037198950216998-869628055340635362?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;This was unexpected, my soul’s connection to you. You stole my loneliness. No one knows that I was wishing for you, a thief, to enter my house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my windows were open, hoping, but not believing, you would enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-3981177399908293765?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3981177399908293765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3981177399908293765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3981177399908293765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3981177399908293765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-was-unexpected-my-souls-connection.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2701686234990667789</id><published>2009-09-13T12:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:55:23.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oitava cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sq0UTyzItnI/AAAAAAAACJc/xGL7T6V_vXM/s1600-h/coraao_cor_de_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sq0UTyzItnI/AAAAAAAACJc/xGL7T6V_vXM/s320/coraao_cor_de_rosa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979460063934066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais é m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ito mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o calor de u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Os vendavais que abal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m as cordilheiras&lt;br /&gt;Pois entre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ós o amor não é de brincadeira, viu&lt;br /&gt;É ter a mão fruta d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pé&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; quintal&lt;br /&gt;Não é a emoção das nuvens de algodão&lt;br /&gt;Que vem e logo vão&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais que os carnavais&lt;br /&gt;Não acabam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uarta feira&lt;br /&gt;E os nossos ais se perderam na poeira&lt;br /&gt;Pois entre nós o amor não é de brincadeira, viu&lt;br /&gt;É &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tração de amor e fé&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Aquela emoção in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é assim o nosso amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; arco-íris a oitava cor&lt;br /&gt;Um presente ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Supra-su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o do mel, acalanto&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; faz dormir em paz&lt;br /&gt;Pedra preciosa enfim que nos achou&lt;br /&gt;Que ficou mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; rica&lt;br /&gt;Com o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Num divino trof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;Para o mene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;trel&lt;br /&gt;E a cantar o amor que é mais&lt;br /&gt;Laia, laia, la laia, laia laia la&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/6175037198950216998-2701686234990667789?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2701686234990667789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2701686234990667789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2701686234990667789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2701686234990667789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/09/oitava-cor.html' title='oitava cor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sq0UTyzItnI/AAAAAAAACJc/xGL7T6V_vXM/s72-c/coraao_cor_de_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8660637107162137887</id><published>2009-09-09T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:58:00.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Cada vez que você acorda você já não deve mais se perguntar se ainda é capaz de mudar a própria vida. Deve se perguntar se ainda é realmente capaz de mudar a vida de alguém. Porque a única alegria maior do que ser feliz, é fazer alguém feliz. "&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/6175037198950216998-8660637107162137887?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8660637107162137887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8660637107162137887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8660637107162137887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8660637107162137887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-vez-que-voce-acorda-voce-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3921365369814781913</id><published>2009-08-16T19:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:23:02.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dueto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SoiDuoBIrZI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M6fD_annddE/s1600-h/festa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 34px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SoiDuoBIrZI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M6fD_annddE/s200/festa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370687392678718866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Consta nos astros, nos signos, nos búzios&lt;br /&gt;Eu li n&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;u&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m anúncio, eu vi no espelho, tá lá no evangelho, garantem os orixás&lt;br /&gt;Serás o meu a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or, serás a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Consta nos autos, nas bulas, nos dogmas&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz um&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tese, eu li num tratado, está computado nos dados oficiais&lt;br /&gt;Serás o meu amor, serás a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Mas se a ciência provar o co&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;trário, e se o calendário nos contrariar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o destino insistir em nos separar&lt;br /&gt;Danem-se os astr&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s, os autos, os signos, os dogmas&lt;br /&gt;Os búzios, as bulas, anúncios, tratados, ciganas, proj&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tos&lt;br /&gt;Profe&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as, sinopses, espelhos, conselhos&lt;br /&gt;Se dane o evangelho e todos os o&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ixás&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rás o meu amor, serás, amor, a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Consta na pauta, no Karma, na carne, pa&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sou na novela&lt;br /&gt;Está no seguro, picharam no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uro, mandei fazer um cartaz&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rá&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o meu amor, s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rás a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Consta nos mapas, nos lábios, nos lápi&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consta nos Ovnis, no Pravda, na Vodca&lt;/span&gt;&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/6175037198950216998-3921365369814781913?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3921365369814781913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3921365369814781913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3921365369814781913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3921365369814781913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/08/dueto.html' title='dueto'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SoiDuoBIrZI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M6fD_annddE/s72-c/festa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7315132569665470344</id><published>2009-08-03T13:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:37:51.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRe71pXFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/f41mHtG1OEI/s1600-h/365_days_of_astronomy_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRe71pXFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/f41mHtG1OEI/s200/365_days_of_astronomy_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365776704191683666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;141. Ao comer, você deixa o melhor "bocado" para o final ou come logo no começo ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Como logo um pedacinho no início pra ficar feliz e depois o último pedaço da coisa gostosa como por último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;142. Qual é a melhor qualidade e o pior defeito dos brasileiros ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Brasileiros sabem conviver muito bem com as adversidades; brasileiros são muito influenciáveis a campanhas populistas, logo, acabam não escolhendo as melhores pessoas para o governo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;143. Você acha que os contatos das redes sociais são fracos ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Depende dos laços. conhecer pessoas pela internet, na minha opinião, não faz laços fortes; mas manter contato com alguém que mora longe, por exemplo, faz com que os laços se estreitem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;144. Quantos contatos você tem em suas redes sociais ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;407 "amigos" no orkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;145. Michael Jackson? E aí, já está enjoado de tanto blá blá sobre o Rei do Pop? Deixe aí sua critica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Até que agora deu uma melhorada .. Mas a televisão não precisava nem estar ligada para ver notícias de Michael Jackson o tempo todo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;146. Você gostou da escolha do público para a última vaga do programa No Limite ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não acompanhei a votação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;147. Qual é a sua melhor lembrança dos tempos de escola ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Estudar perto de casa e não precisar pegar nenhum meio de transporte pra chegar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;148. Qual era a sua história infantil favorita ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas ! mas a minha personagem favorita é a Jasmine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRzVhcGXI/AAAAAAAAB9I/oAAL8X5hTX0/s1600-h/alice+in+wonderland+wallpaper3_0%28intro%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRzVhcGXI/AAAAAAAAB9I/oAAL8X5hTX0/s200/alice+in+wonderland+wallpaper3_0%28intro%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777054683634034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRznLvkBI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/R3YeLpUEg7I/s1600-h/Disney-Princess-Jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRznLvkBI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/R3YeLpUEg7I/s200/Disney-Princess-Jasmine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777059424473106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;149. Você usa o Twitter ? Qual é a melhor utilidade dele para você ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Um pouquinho; adoro participar de promoções !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;150. A "bolha" do Twitter vai murchar, como aconteceu com o Second Life ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&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/6175037198950216998-7315132569665470344?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7315132569665470344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7315132569665470344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7315132569665470344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7315132569665470344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/08/365_03.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncRe71pXFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/f41mHtG1OEI/s72-c/365_days_of_astronomy_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5197069965938663690</id><published>2009-08-03T13:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:25:21.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncLnXoYPiI/AAAAAAAAB84/dcjYIVm-86I/s1600-h/agenda-365-dias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncLnXoYPiI/AAAAAAAAB84/dcjYIVm-86I/s200/agenda-365-dias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365770252021415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;131. O que um amigo/amiga jamais deve fazer ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trair o amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;132. O que você está achando da Reforma Ortográfica ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ainda vai demorar um pouco para me adaptar, mas acho que ficou um pouco mais fácil, com menos regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;133. O que leva alguém a tentar suicídio ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Uma mente muito fraca sem perspectivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;134. Existe amizade entre homem e mulher ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;135. Qual é a sua sobremesa favorita ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não sou muito de sobremesa, mas tô numa fase super Romeu e Julieta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;136. Finalmente você tira as tão esperadas férias e viaja, mas o tempo está péssimo e sem previsão de melhora. O que você faz ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Continuo viajando, tentando aproveitar. Num dia de chuva é melhor estar se distraindo do que dentro de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;137. Qual era o seu brinquedo favorito quando você era criança ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Quando eu era pequeninha mesmo, adorava um palhaço comprido que tinha que enfiar as pecinhas na forma certa, sabe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;138. Se você fosse agradido(a) por seu maior ídolo, você o processaria ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leia a notícia da BBC: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;amp;postID=5197069965938663690"&gt;Amy Winehouse vai a tribunal e se declara inocente de ataque a fã. Cantora é acusada de ter dado soco em fã em setembro; julgamento foi marcado para julho.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lógico que sim ! até porque .. imagina o valor da indenização !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;139. Se você pudesse ajudar milhares de crianças carentes, o que exatamente você faria ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Criaria escolas para que elas mesmas possam estudar e construir um futuro sólido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;140. Michael Jackson morreu. Qual sua postura diante disso ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nenhuma. Não o conhecia, e apesar de toda a sua fama, não o considerava uma boa pessoa. Simplesmente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &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/6175037198950216998-5197069965938663690?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5197069965938663690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5197069965938663690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5197069965938663690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5197069965938663690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/08/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SncLnXoYPiI/AAAAAAAAB84/dcjYIVm-86I/s72-c/agenda-365-dias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-231253901317197111</id><published>2009-07-18T12:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:21:04.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo; o modo pouco importa; o essencial é que saiba amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SmHoGCRlBNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/NWr2ksb5w4M/s1600-h/34x4248.tmp2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SmHoGCRlBNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/NWr2ksb5w4M/s320/34x4248.tmp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359820221935060178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-231253901317197111?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/231253901317197111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=231253901317197111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/231253901317197111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/231253901317197111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-pensamento.html' title='um pensamento'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SmHoGCRlBNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/NWr2ksb5w4M/s72-c/34x4248.tmp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5808491942300044146</id><published>2009-07-15T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:42:02.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>as sem razões do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(by carlos drummond de andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; te a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;o porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;mo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;e com amor &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ã&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; se paga.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado d&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; graça,&lt;br /&gt;é semea&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;o no vento,&lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Amor f&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ge a dic&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;onários&lt;br /&gt;e a regulamento&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vários.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;o porque não amo&lt;br /&gt;bastant&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou demais a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;e troca,&lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga, nem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;Porqu&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amor é amor a nada,&lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;i mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-5808491942300044146?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5808491942300044146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5808491942300044146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5808491942300044146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5808491942300044146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-sem-razoes-do-amor.html' title='as sem razões do amor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-537182386940486872</id><published>2009-06-13T12:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:53:04.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soneto do amor total</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amo-te tanto me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt; amor... não cante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; O hu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ano cor&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ação com mais verdade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Amo-te como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;migo e como amante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;uma sempre diversa realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Amo-te enfim, de um calm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt; amor prestante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; E t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt; amo além, presente na saudade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Amo-te, enfi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;, com grande liberdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Dentro da eternid&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;de e a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Amo-te como um b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;cho, simplesmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; De um amor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;em mistério e sem virt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Com u&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt; desejo maciço e permanente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; E de te a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ar assim, muito e amiúde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;É&lt;/span&gt; que um dia em teu corpo de repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Hei de morrer de amar mai&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt; do que pude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-537182386940486872?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/537182386940486872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=537182386940486872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/537182386940486872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/537182386940486872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/06/soneto-do-amor-total.html' title='soneto do amor total'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-336368881170493930</id><published>2009-06-12T13:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:57:14.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SjKIXrUou7I/AAAAAAAABu8/p3NNgEYy_r8/s1600-h/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SjKIXrUou7I/AAAAAAAABu8/p3NNgEYy_r8/s320/83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346485647989849010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're a falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're the getaway car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're the line in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; When I go too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're the swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; On an august day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you play it cool but it's kinda cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And in this crazy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're a carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're a wishing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you light me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; When you ring my bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're from out of space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You're every minute of my every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And I can't believe that i'm your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Whatever comes our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We'll see it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you know that's what our love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're every song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And i sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Cause you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Feliz Dia dos Namorados!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &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/6175037198950216998-336368881170493930?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/336368881170493930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=336368881170493930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/336368881170493930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/336368881170493930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SjKIXrUou7I/AAAAAAAABu8/p3NNgEYy_r8/s72-c/83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7388943734502910796</id><published>2009-06-01T19:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:52:31.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar, porque nada melhor para a saúde que um amor correspondido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(by Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SiRbENyTtzI/AAAAAAAABt8/V7ursGEQ6sc/s1600-h/imagem.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SiRbENyTtzI/AAAAAAAABt8/V7ursGEQ6sc/s320/imagem.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342495185946523442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-7388943734502910796?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7388943734502910796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7388943734502910796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7388943734502910796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7388943734502910796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/06/amar-porque-nada-melhor-para-saude-que.html' title='Amar, porque nada melhor para a saúde que um amor correspondido.'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SiRbENyTtzI/AAAAAAAABt8/V7ursGEQ6sc/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2895417020357077511</id><published>2009-05-21T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:48:31.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4 Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud, 5 never haughty or selfish or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong. 6 It is never glad about injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out 7 If you love someone you will be loyal to him no matter what the cost. You will always believe in him, always expect the best of him, and always stand your ground in defending him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-2895417020357077511?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2895417020357077511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2895417020357077511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2895417020357077511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2895417020357077511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-corinthians-13.html' title='1 Corinthians 13'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-823919570128176940</id><published>2009-05-18T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:27:51.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>momento sério</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ShIYqoRrCYI/AAAAAAAABsg/jkgYjg8DA5A/s1600-h/reciclaroleocozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ShIYqoRrCYI/AAAAAAAABsg/jkgYjg8DA5A/s320/reciclaroleocozinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355629032573314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;por favor, vote na enquete do meu trabalho de Educação Ambiental e Cidadania em : www.ondeestaooleo.blogspot.com !&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/6175037198950216998-823919570128176940?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/823919570128176940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=823919570128176940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/823919570128176940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/823919570128176940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/05/momento-serio.html' title='momento sério'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ShIYqoRrCYI/AAAAAAAABsg/jkgYjg8DA5A/s72-c/reciclaroleocozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5994457194519873456</id><published>2009-05-14T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:22:14.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma frase de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;"O tempo é muito lento para quem espera; muito rápido para quem insiste; muito longo para quem sofre; muito curto para quem aproveita; mas para quem ama o tempo não existe. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-5994457194519873456?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5994457194519873456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5994457194519873456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5994457194519873456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5994457194519873456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-frase-de-amor.html' title='uma frase de amor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1123275274811493597</id><published>2009-05-14T09:58:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:17:33.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ninguém é perfeito até que se apaixone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SgwZR694UGI/AAAAAAAABsQ/aplKzvb2jiw/s1600-h/3242.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335667454204465250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SgwZR694UGI/AAAAAAAABsQ/aplKzvb2jiw/s320/3242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(tipo junto e misturado ! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SgwYCY3rrvI/AAAAAAAABsI/_nP8PxRmrtY/s1600-h/blog_1ano-760365.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Vi isso de que "ninguém é perfeito até que se apaixone" em algum lugar .. não entendi muito bem se quer dizer que a pessoa que se apaixona se torna perfeita por ser completa ou se a pessoa por quem você se apaixona passa a parecer perfeita .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu só sei que sou sim completa, mas longe de ser perfeita né .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;afinal, continuo a mesma implicante e reclamona de sempre, apesar de me sentir a melhor do mundo com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;A eternidade é pequena pro nosso amor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I do not love yo&lt;b&gt;u&lt;/b&gt; as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I love you as the plant that never bloo&lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;s but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fr&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;grance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I love you without knowing how, or whe&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, s&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt; close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&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/6175037198950216998-1123275274811493597?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1123275274811493597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1123275274811493597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1123275274811493597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1123275274811493597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/05/ninguem-e-perfeito-ate-que-se-apaixone.html' title='ninguém é perfeito até que se apaixone'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SgwZR694UGI/AAAAAAAABsQ/aplKzvb2jiw/s72-c/3242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2439188442589212273</id><published>2009-05-11T15:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:11:31.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quem tem mãe tem tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SghqRE4ykwI/AAAAAAAABsA/GD1xrO1hp5k/s1600-h/mae_e_filho_gustave_klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334630600222610178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SghqRE4ykwI/AAAAAAAABsA/GD1xrO1hp5k/s320/mae_e_filho_gustave_klimt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Uma certeza que eu tenho é a de que todos nós já cansamos de ler e escrever mensagens, cartas, poemas, redações e declarações para as mães. Textos existem aos montes, de todos os tamanhos, formatos, jeitos, idiomas e intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, uma coisa me incomoda, qual seja o fato de todos esses escritos versarem, em grande maioria, no mesmo sentido, de uma forma um tanto quanto homogênea, sem muita autenticidade, sem muita realidade, sem muita emoção e individualidade que merece cada uma de nossas mães.&lt;br /&gt;Muito se fala nas virtudes das mães, elogia-se exacerbadamente, declara-se amor incondicional por essas mulheres, mas falta, ao meu ver, uma verdade maior em tudo isso. Falta, a quem escreve, individualizar a mensagem que deseja transmitir. Falta falar ao mundo para quem vão as palavras tão bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;Um texto que se propõe a falar sobre uma mãe não deve ser um texto qualquer. Não pode ser um texto qualquer. Talvez seja o texto mais importante que a pessoa haverá de escrever, justamente em decorrência de ser ao mesmo tempo tão simples e tão complexo.&lt;br /&gt;Um texto desse tipo não pode ser como uma receita de bolo, uma lista enumerada de virtudes e defeitos, um esboço pré-feito. Nada referente a uma mãe pode ser ensaiado, pré-meditado. Nada nesse sentido é previsível.&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se encarar a importância de uma mãe pelo ser humano que ela é em nossas vidas. Deve-se levar em conta não apenas suas virtudes, mas seus defeitos que a tornam humana como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Isso, contudo, jamais virá a desvirtuar a beleza que nasce de uma mãe, que vive com ela em todos os momentos e é transmitido para aqueles que desfrutam de todo seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quando leio os textos que já escrevi sobre minha mãe, que minhas irmãs escreveram sobre ela, textos que já li por aí, cartões e demais escritos que sempre procurei com a melhor das intenções destinar a ela, vejo que existem muitas partes, conceitos e definições que se aplicam a ela, que a descrevem, que explicam sua beleza. Mas ao mesmo tempo me questiono até onde foram aquelas declarações. Se apenas se resumiam a um amontoado de palavras bonitas e emotivas relatando a minha mãe que eu a amava pelo fato da gratidão de ela ter me trazido ao mundo e aqui me mantido tão bem e protegido.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que não era isso, não era tão limitado o conceito que eu deveria ter de minha mãe. Ela era bem maior que tais coisas. Ela vai mais além e merece minha consideração, amor e respeito de receber uma declaração verdadeira por todo. Uma declaração só pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que eu vi que eu amava minha mãe por muitas outras coisas que iam bem além das palavras bonitas dos cartões. Amava-a, sobretudo, pela realidade e intensidade de nossa relação.&lt;br /&gt;Amava-a e amo-a pelos momentos de apoio, pelas palavras curtas, breves e de grande mensagem, pelo falar manso e calmo, pela exaltação da voz em horas de raiva e nervosismo, pelo choro tímido, quase invisível para não mostrar aos filhos que em momentos também fraqueja, pelos desejos de boa noite e bons sonhos, pelas bênçãos, pelos carinhos na cabeça, pelas ameaças de palmada, pela decepção de uma nota ruim, pela alegria, sorriso e congratulações de uma medalha de honra ao mérito por ter sido o melhor aluno, pelo abraço confortável que dizia com o corpo mais aconchegante do mundo que eu estava protegido, pelas brigas bobas, discussões mais sérias, tempos sem conversa, sem olhares, reconciliações maravilhosas, chateações, teimosias, incapacidade de reconhecer que está errada, capacidade de fazer tudo pelos filhos, cobrança, desejo de sucesso, desejo de estar perto, desejo de que tudo dê certo. Desejo de que o mundo ame seu filho do jeito que ela ama. E desejo de sempre trazê-lo de volta para si, do jeito dela, com medo que ninguém mais o ame do jeito que ela ama. E assim, acertando e errando mostrando para mim, a magnitude da beleza de ser minha mãe.&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/6175037198950216998-2439188442589212273?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2439188442589212273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2439188442589212273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2439188442589212273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2439188442589212273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-tem-mae-tem-tudo.html' title='quem tem mãe tem tudo'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SghqRE4ykwI/AAAAAAAABsA/GD1xrO1hp5k/s72-c/mae_e_filho_gustave_klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3354926936529032719</id><published>2009-04-27T20:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:28:09.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>my brute !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SfY_MuEpXhI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ehx7H8J_Qro/s1600-h/my_brute.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SfY_MuEpXhI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ehx7H8J_Qro/s200/my_brute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329516696798060050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="www.marianacastela.mybrute.com"&gt; do you wanna be my pupil ?!&lt;/a&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/6175037198950216998-3354926936529032719?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3354926936529032719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3354926936529032719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3354926936529032719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3354926936529032719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brute.html' title='my brute !'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SfY_MuEpXhI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ehx7H8J_Qro/s72-c/my_brute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5822586089839240860</id><published>2009-04-15T22:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:40:37.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>todo o amor que houver nessa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeaHX3PeIsI/AAAAAAAABfM/-eFriVoEuX8/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+comida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeaHX3PeIsI/AAAAAAAABfM/-eFriVoEuX8/s200/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+comida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325092453447770818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu &lt;i&gt;tenho&lt;/i&gt; a sorte de um amor tranqüilo, com sabor de fruta mordida .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nós na batida, no embalo da rede, matando a sede na saliva .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ser teu pão, ser tua comida, &lt;b&gt;todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;/b&gt;, e algum trocado pra dar garantia .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E ser artista no nosso convívio, pelo inferno e céu de todo dia, pra poesia que a gente não vive, transformar o tédio em melodia .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ser teu pão, ser tua comida, &lt;b&gt;todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;/b&gt;, e algum veneno antimonotonia .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E se eu achar a sua fonte escondida, te alcance em cheio o mel e a ferida, e o corpo inteiro feito um furacão, boca, nuca, mão, e a tua mente, não .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ser teu pão, ser tua comida, &lt;b&gt;todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;/b&gt;, e algum remédio que me dê alegria &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;( você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-5822586089839240860?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5822586089839240860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5822586089839240860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5822586089839240860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5822586089839240860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/todo-o-amor-que-houver-nessa-vida.html' title='todo o amor que houver nessa vida'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeaHX3PeIsI/AAAAAAAABfM/-eFriVoEuX8/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+comida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-9159445365249972804</id><published>2009-04-13T13:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:31:17.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>crônica do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(arnaldo jabor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ninguém ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;utra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ão obedece à razão. O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só referenciais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; revela quando menos se espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou a seco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você gosta de rock e ela de chorinho, você gosta de praia e ela te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; alergia a sol, você abomina Natal e ela detesta o Ano Novo, nem no ódio vocês combinam. Então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, que ela tem um j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ito de sorrir que o deixa imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante do que LSD, você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você. Isso tem nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no armário. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tá sempre duro, e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a menor vocação para príncipe encantado e ainda assim você não consegue despachá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mão d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;le toca na sua nuca, você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca gaita na boca, adora animais e escreve poemas. Por que você ama este cara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunte pra mim; você é inteligente. Lê livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, revistas, jornais. Gosta dos filmes dos irmãos Coen e do Robert Altman, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem seu valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar. Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de viajar, de música, tem loucura por computador e seu fettucine ao pesto é imbatível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora sexo. Com um currículo desse, criatura, por que está sem um amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento, mas uma equação matemática: eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não funciona assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos têm às pencas, bons motoristas e bons pais de família, tá assim, ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém consegue ser do jeito que o amor da sua vida é! Pense nisso. Pedir é a maneira mais eficaz de merecer. É a contingência maior de quem precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeNt4m9xGLI/AAAAAAAABes/oXaBU6UEtZc/s1600-h/19+e+Natal+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeNt4m9xGLI/AAAAAAAABes/oXaBU6UEtZc/s320/19+e+Natal+367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324220003781777586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-9159445365249972804?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/9159445365249972804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=9159445365249972804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9159445365249972804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9159445365249972804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/cronica-do-amor.html' title='crônica do amor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SeNt4m9xGLI/AAAAAAAABes/oXaBU6UEtZc/s72-c/19+e+Natal+367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5791867375819153919</id><published>2009-04-10T12:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:45:47.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o semeador de estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sd9ppSe_iDI/AAAAAAAABek/yyHt-p9sGec/s1600-h/semeador-estrelas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sd9ppSe_iDI/AAAAAAAABek/yyHt-p9sGec/s320/semeador-estrelas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323089442632599602" 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/6175037198950216998-5791867375819153919?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5791867375819153919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5791867375819153919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5791867375819153919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5791867375819153919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-semeador-de-estrelas.html' title='o semeador de estrelas'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sd9ppSe_iDI/AAAAAAAABek/yyHt-p9sGec/s72-c/semeador-estrelas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6595934169581699483</id><published>2009-04-07T21:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:49:10.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I can conquer the world with one hand, as long as you are holding the other."&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/6175037198950216998-6595934169581699483?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6595934169581699483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6595934169581699483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6595934169581699483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6595934169581699483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/ace.html' title='ace.'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8071707491075305037</id><published>2009-04-06T20:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:49:44.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>miss independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SdqU1A8RERI/AAAAAAAABeU/vboNNkqMBQc/s1600-h/miss+ind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SdqU1A8RERI/AAAAAAAABeU/vboNNkqMBQc/s320/miss+ind.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729548198416658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause she walks like a boss / Talks like a boss / Manicured nails to set the pedicure off / She's fly effortlessly / And she move like a boss / Do what a boss / Do, she got me thinking about getting involved / That's the kinda girl I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She got her own thing / That's why I love her / Miss independent / Won't you come and, spend a little time / She got her own thing / That's why I love her / Miss independent / Ooh the way you shine / Miss independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ooh, there's something about / Kinda woman that can do it for herself / I look at her and it makes me proud / There's something about her / There something, ooh, so sexy about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kinda women that don't even need my help / She says she got it, she got it, no doubt / There's something about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause she works like a boss / Plays like a boss / Car and a crib she about to pay em both off / And her bills are paid on time / She made for a boss / Soley a boss / Anything less / She's telling em to get lost / That's the girl that on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Her favorite thing is to say don't worry I got it (hmm) / And everything she got best believe, she bought it (hmm) / She gon steal my heart ain't no doubt about it / Girl, you're everything I need / Said you're everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&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/6175037198950216998-8071707491075305037?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8071707491075305037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8071707491075305037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8071707491075305037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8071707491075305037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-independent.html' title='miss independent'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SdqU1A8RERI/AAAAAAAABeU/vboNNkqMBQc/s72-c/miss+ind.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6922154870402534517</id><published>2009-04-05T15:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:50:07.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma frase de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sdj77-7ZMLI/AAAAAAAABeA/4FvB5dU9O5s/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7aomao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sdj77-7ZMLI/AAAAAAAABeA/4FvB5dU9O5s/s200/cora%C3%A7aomao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321279967661207730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Só porque alguém não te ama como tu desejas, não significa que não te ame com todo o seu ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-6922154870402534517?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6922154870402534517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6922154870402534517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6922154870402534517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6922154870402534517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-frase-de-amor.html' title='uma frase de amor'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/Sdj77-7ZMLI/AAAAAAAABeA/4FvB5dU9O5s/s72-c/cora%C3%A7aomao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8847898993647914424</id><published>2009-03-20T12:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:40:18.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScO4w7gdWMI/AAAAAAAABcI/gB77nc9QI-Y/s1600-h/365_days_of_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScO4w7gdWMI/AAAAAAAABcI/gB77nc9QI-Y/s200/365_days_of_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315295135974381762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;121. Você acha que o brasileiro sabe votar ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sabe votar em quem não deve, isso sim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;122. O que leva as pessoas a se candidatarem à um cargo político ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pra mim, a vontade de ganhar dinheiro fácil !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;123. Qual está sendo o impacto da crise econômica mundial em sua vida ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Estou sentindo um preço maior nas coisas, especialmente nas roupas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;124. O que irá mudar com a eleição de Barack Obama ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Acho que não muda muito não .. só o fato do presidente ser negro mesmo .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;125. Qual é o seu pedido para o papai noel ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Paz e saúde, principalmente. E uma mochila, uma bolsa e um notebook, porque ninguém é de ferro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;126. O que você deseja para você em 2009 ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sucesso e dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;127. O que o Corinthians espera com a contratação do Ronaldo ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ser campeão, né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;128. O que não se discute ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gosto !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;129. Se você fosse um(a) popstar, quais seriam as suas exigências do que deveria ter em seu camarim ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ah, não sei .. Levaria muito tempo pensando nisso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;130. Qual a sua opinião sobre a atuação do Ronaldo "Fenômeno" no Corinthians ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pra mim estão super valorizando uma participação normal .. comemoraram um gol como se fosse uma taça de copa do mundo !&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-8847898993647914424?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8847898993647914424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8847898993647914424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8847898993647914424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8847898993647914424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/03/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScO4w7gdWMI/AAAAAAAABcI/gB77nc9QI-Y/s72-c/365_days_of_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5232068075345584978</id><published>2009-03-18T21:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:07:02.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox of Our Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScGMVXX55BI/AAAAAAAABb4/RMAEIgd5KIE/s1600-h/corra-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScGMVXX55BI/AAAAAAAABb4/RMAEIgd5KIE/s320/corra-tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314683333953315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we     have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we     spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more     degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more     problems; more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast,     get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too     much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too     seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've     added years to life, not life to years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet     the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger     things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our     prejudice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush,     but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less     appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than     ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep     profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic     warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.     These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands,     overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time     when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to     make a difference, or to just hit "Skip Ahead"...&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/6175037198950216998-5232068075345584978?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5232068075345584978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5232068075345584978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5232068075345584978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5232068075345584978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/03/paradox-of-our-time.html' title='The Paradox of Our Time'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/ScGMVXX55BI/AAAAAAAABb4/RMAEIgd5KIE/s72-c/corra-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-28156261851748730</id><published>2009-01-12T18:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:08:45.475-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWujPeOsypI/AAAAAAAABMg/Sz6vpaGdOkI/s1600-h/Infinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWujPeOsypI/AAAAAAAABMg/Sz6vpaGdOkI/s400/Infinity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290501673484864146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-28156261851748730?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/28156261851748730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=28156261851748730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/28156261851748730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/28156261851748730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/01/infinity.html' title='Infinity'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWujPeOsypI/AAAAAAAABMg/Sz6vpaGdOkI/s72-c/Infinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6702799226219581881</id><published>2009-01-10T13:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:28:37.084-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWi9oRG-iXI/AAAAAAAABMY/iEzydUKucS0/s1600-h/new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWi9oRG-iXI/AAAAAAAABMY/iEzydUKucS0/s320/new-year.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289686261831731570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="source" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;neil gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-6702799226219581881?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6702799226219581881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6702799226219581881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6702799226219581881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6702799226219581881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SWi9oRG-iXI/AAAAAAAABMY/iEzydUKucS0/s72-c/new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1856219448613114803</id><published>2008-10-21T22:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:37:40.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SP51ODg9RzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ItbjvhnnY_Y/s320/365+main+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770299137476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;111. Você é supersticioso(a) ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;112. Você tem uma idéia que pode melhorar o mundo ?&lt;br /&gt;* O Google vai premiar com 10 milhões de doletas as cinco melhores idéias! Saiba do que se trata acessando &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.project10to100.com/index.html"&gt; este link&lt;/a&gt; ou lendo &lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/tecnologia/mat/2008/09/24/google_comemora_10_anos_oferecendo_us_10_milhoes_para_projetos_que_mudem_mundo_-548355667.asp"&gt; esta notícia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;113. Como você se definiria em cinco palavras ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alta, morena, grossa, consumista e reclamona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;114. Você já perdeu alguém importante na sua vida ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;115. Você largaria seu trabalho/deixaria de trabalhar se de repente ganhasse muito dinheiro ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, porque do jeito que sou, o dinheiro ia acabar muito antes do fim da minha vida, e mais cedo ou mais tarde eu teria que voltar a trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;116. Você acha que tudo e todos têm seu preço ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;117. O que é ser velho hoje em dia ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser chato !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;118. Você gostaria de saber o dia da sua morte ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;119. Quais músicas estão no seu MP3 hoje ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais de mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;120. Você já amou perdidamente ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim.&lt;br /&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/6175037198950216998-1856219448613114803?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1856219448613114803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1856219448613114803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1856219448613114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1856219448613114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/365_21.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SP51ODg9RzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ItbjvhnnY_Y/s72-c/365+main+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3857688750669580264</id><published>2008-10-20T13:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:29:51.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPyipHu6BjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/cQ1UygbHzTo/s320/365DaysJD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259257292196021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;101. Se pudesse escolher qualquer pessoa do mundo para ser seu padrinho ou madrinha, quem você escolheria ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padrinhos Mágicos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPyjEkgGqKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0kil4tihB58/s200/foto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259257763775031458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;102. Na sua opinião, o que é felicidade ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é poder estar com quem você gosta em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;(Como tudo deve ser - Charlie Brown Jr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;103. É possível não levar para o lado pessoal os problemas da rotina profissional ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;104. Qual foi a última notícia ou informação mais bizarra que você soube ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequestrada que após estar em casa, tranquila, volta para o cativeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;105. Você costuma acreditar e confiar nas pessoas ?&lt;br /&gt;"Todos são inocentes até que se prove o contrário".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou adepta dessa frase. Mas a menor prova do contrário, não confio nunca mais! Não acredito na mudança das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;106. Qual livro você está lendo ou qual foi o último que leu ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou lendo "Tudo que eu queria te dizer", da Martha Medeiros. O último que li foi "Resgate", da Danielle Steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;107. Você acha que o Brasil deve sediar os Jogos Olímpicos de 2016 ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, pois no nosso país só eventos desse tipo promovem o desenvolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;108. Qual sua opinião sobre o sistema de cotas para negros ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de achar que o Brasil tem sim, uma dívida com os negros, acho totalmente errado. Não são os estudantes de agora que tem que pagar por um erro do passado. Além do mais, cotas para negros somente significam uma qualificação realmente inferior dos negros se comparados aos brancos. E isso não existe. Todos têm a mesma capacidade de aprendizagem. Não as mesmas condições de estudar em escolas boas, e por isso as cotas deveriam somente para pobres sem acesso à escolas qualificadas, não a negros, índios, ou filhos de policiais/bombeiros mortos em serviço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;109. A lei seca é solução para os acidentes de trânsito ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é solução, mas visto que pesa no bolso, é um bom incentivo a diminuição dos acidentes sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;110. Qual é a motivação que faz você levantar todos os dias ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de ser bem sucedida !&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/6175037198950216998-3857688750669580264?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3857688750669580264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3857688750669580264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3857688750669580264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3857688750669580264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/365_20.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPyipHu6BjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/cQ1UygbHzTo/s72-c/365DaysJD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3987077772833783979</id><published>2008-10-20T12:39:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:29:23.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPyewcNQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DSLt9s7Wk5s/s200/music_phases8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259253019904636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicmemoirs.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Without music life would be a big mistake &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; - Random 10 - Week 176: &lt;b&gt;10 songs that sum up your weekend .. or were on your weekend playlist .. and one picture that relates back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;.. e o arrepio frio que dá na gente, truque do desejo .. guardo na boca o gosto do beijo .. eu sinto a falta de você, me sinto só .. &lt;/i&gt; - Palpite, Adriana Calcanhotto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; me lembro o dia que eu cheguei, naquela festa te encontrei, você me olhou e eu pisquei, nascia um amor sem fim .. aquele momento te fez perder a sua timidez, e a brisa da manhã brindou o início de um grande amor .. &lt;/i&gt; - Delírios de Amor, Alexandre Pires e Revelação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; domingo rua 15, festa da quizumba lá na casa de mãe .. cheiro de feijão e de pipoca no ar .. ninguém sem bater o pé no chão ao som da música, ninguém insensível a pulsação da tua casa .. &lt;/i&gt; - Rua 15, Banda Eva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; ela quer descer lindinha, ela tá ficando louquinha, vai descendo até embaixo, se empinando todinha .. ela tá muito a vontade, não demonstra o cansaço, é tanta felicidade .. &lt;/i&gt; - A mina do shopping, Robinho da Prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; deixa a gatinha dançar que ela só quer se divertir, você sabe que ela é sua, ela não vai fugir .. se ela dança e todos olham você tem que se orgulhar, essa rainha é sua e ela só quer dançar .. &lt;/i&gt; - Deixa a gatinha dançar, Mc Kadu ft. Mc Koringa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt; é o brilho do seu olhar que me leva a loucura .. pode ser minha cura, essa febre de amar .. faz o que quer de mim, faz o bem, faz o mal .. nosso amor será sempre assim, um brilho de cristal .. &lt;/i&gt; - Brilho de Cristal, Pixote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt; chega de fazer fumaça, de contar vantagem, quero ver chegar junto pra me juntar .. me fazer sentir mais viva, me apertar o corpo e a alma, me fazer suar .. quero beijos sem tréguas, quero sete mil léguas sem descansar .. quero ver, se você tem atitude e se vai me encarar .. &lt;/i&gt; - Cabide, Mart'nália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;girl i can notice but to, notice you, noticing me, from across the room i can see it and can't stop myself from looking and noticing you, noticing me .. watch out i've seen her type before, that girl is so dangerous .. &lt;/i&gt; - Dangerous, Akon ft. Kardinal Offishall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; por isso estou aqui, vim cuidar de você, te proteger, te fazer sorrir, te entender, te ouvir, e quanto estiver cansada .. cantar pra você dormir .. te colocar, sobre as minhas asas, te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu, passar em Saturno e roubar, o seu mais lindo anel .. &lt;/i&gt; - Saulo Fernandes ft. Daniela Mercury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;já é tarde vamos nos deitar .. se quiser conversar na nossa cama .. sei que tudo isso passa, você me abraça e a gente se ama .. eu não vou te trair com ninguém, meu amor você tem a minha palavra, porque tudo que um homem precisa eu tenho em casa .. &lt;/i&gt; - Insegurança, Pixote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;A picture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPygVqKZj-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QqsdqBQIh1g/s320/foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259254758817501154" border="0" /&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/6175037198950216998-3987077772833783979?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3987077772833783979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3987077772833783979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3987077772833783979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3987077772833783979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-memoirs.html' title='The Music Memoirs'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPyewcNQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DSLt9s7Wk5s/s72-c/music_phases8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8828124192208187206</id><published>2008-10-19T21:21:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:29:05.370-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Astromatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPvBnwtUjeI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kasMK_DQK4c/s1600-h/constela%C3%A7%C3%A3o+libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPvBnwtUjeI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kasMK_DQK4c/s200/constela%C3%A7%C3%A3o+libra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009878719237602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPvBn9TcrMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8roIqExz2RA/s1600-h/constela%C3%A7%C3%A3o+sagit%C3%A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPvBn9TcrMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8roIqExz2RA/s200/constela%C3%A7%C3%A3o+sagit%C3%A1rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009882100378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Constelações de Libra e Sagitário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 1px;"&gt;The combination of Libra, the Scales, and Sagittarius, the Archer, is so good! Libra is the focal point of elegance and chic in the zodiac. Ruled by Venus, the planet of love and sensual delight, Libra seeks relationship with an avid fascination. Libra lives for love - and style! Sagittarius is adventurous and not averse to the thrill of risk-taking. Your positive, life-affirming optimism makes you a lot of fun and great to be around. You love any new form of sexual expression that challenges and excites you. Libra understands this and can certainly add some very creative ideas to the mix, encased in the most scrumptious and stylish wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly charmed by Libra's artistic, elegant, easygoing stance, and Libra is fascinated by your lust for adventure. Due to the simpatico of your viewpoint, Libra will be a great friend as well a fabulous lover. Problems rarely occur. Thoughtless comments can hurt those sensitive Libran feelings, but on the other hand Libra can sometimes be a bit too emotionally controlling for your liking. Libra is diplomatic though and can soon smooth ruffled feathers. You both have the ability to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruled by sensual Venus, the goddess of love, pleasure and artistry, Libra is inclined to be more focused on beauty, harmony and balance. Sagittarius is ruled by fortunate Jupiter, the lord of luck, so is more restless and enjoys taking risks, but no Libran is likely to stand in the way of an adventure. Bear in mind that Libra prefers the luxury cruise to the rough trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air stimulates Fire and helps it to grow and develop. Libra is an Air Sign and Sagittarius is a Fire Sign, so the partnership is very dynamic and can take you places that you had only dreamed of before. You imagine you are the guiding light on this journey, but Libra seems to hold the reins, albeit with a light and gentle touch. Your energy is mutually stimulating and Libra is wise enough to allow you enough freedom and independence so you have room to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Libra is a cardinal sign and Sagittarius is a mutable sign. Libra will quickly come up with new ideas and new places to go -- but just as quickly change tack and head off in a new direction. Your easy flexibility allows you to fit in with these frequent changes in the Libran schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is more romantic than Sagittarius, but the sexual harmony is delightful. Tolerant Libra seeks to please and tends to view lovemaking as an art at which, of course, you both excel. Creating the right environment for love is very important, however, and a failure to do so on your part will most likely lead to a rapid, though decorous, retreat. But this delightful combination is a perfect match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6175037198950216998-8828124192208187206?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8828124192208187206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8828124192208187206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8828124192208187206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8828124192208187206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/astromatch.html' title='Astromatch'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPvBnwtUjeI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kasMK_DQK4c/s72-c/constela%C3%A7%C3%A3o+libra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-1025611683431575508</id><published>2008-10-19T20:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:53:37.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPu5Is6khsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4KQ1deh--PU/s1600-h/365_doldrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPu5Is6khsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4KQ1deh--PU/s320/365_doldrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259000549032101570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;091. Nome de uma pessoa que você admira e por quê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sérgio. Meu pai, por ser o que era e por ter se tornado o que é, em termos financeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;092. O que você acha que acontece depois que morremos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;prefiro nem saber !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;093. Desistir ou morrer tentando ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;094. O que é indispensável para um relacionamento dar certo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;diálogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;095. Você tem arrependimentos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alguns, a maioria por possuir uma língua mais rápida do que impulsos nervosos até o cérebro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;096. O que é imperdoável ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Qualquer forma de traição, em qualquer fase da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;097. Qual é o seu sonho de consumo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cobertura Zona Sul RJ/ Carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;098. Qual é o maior castigo/punição/tortura que existe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ver as pessoas que você gosta chateadas com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;099. Você acredita que o mundo irá acabar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sim, mas num futuro extremamente distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;100. Por qual motivo o mundo acabaria ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um novo big-bang.&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-1025611683431575508?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/1025611683431575508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=1025611683431575508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1025611683431575508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/1025611683431575508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SPu5Is6khsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4KQ1deh--PU/s72-c/365_doldrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3361824389279625073</id><published>2008-10-19T19:50:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:23:59.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>de volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Estou de volta. Não sei se é de volta pra sempre ou se a faculdade vai continuar me "atrapalhando" e não me deixando postar no blog. Como nunca conseguiria me lembrar de tudo que fiz, vou resumir em palavras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;trote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(sempre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. festa a fantasia. casamentos. namorado. festa do rafael e da carol. embriologia. citologia. elementos de ecologia. fundamentos de botânica. química geral e inorgânica. relatórios. complementos de matemática. holiday on ice das princesas². rio sul. ps.euteamo. mamma mia. outback. ibeu. piercing. busca implacável. eleição prefeito/vereador. identidade bourne. casa rosa. praia. vestido verde. vestido marrom. espelhos do medo. m&amp;amp;m. charge. garoto de passas. fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, basicamente isso .. me torno muito pouco prolixa quando páro de escrever. Quer dizer, paro. Reforma Ortográfica, né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E agora, back to quiz and memes.&lt;/span&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/6175037198950216998-3361824389279625073?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3361824389279625073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3361824389279625073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3361824389279625073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3361824389279625073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-volta.html' title='de volta'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4997446636740336343</id><published>2008-09-29T21:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:27:12.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SOFyH99m3II/AAAAAAAAAe4/E6Z9dcpbcVg/s1600-h/1166725864_f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SOFyH99m3II/AAAAAAAAAe4/E6Z9dcpbcVg/s320/1166725864_f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251604121708321922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paliativo de segurança&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança à amizade&lt;br /&gt;Numa grade que se fez de constante verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a vida, o “todo dia”.&lt;br /&gt;À tudo que façamos&lt;br /&gt;Por atual, por nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Se as palavras nada te dizem, te digo eu agora&lt;br /&gt;Que estou aqui desde um dia e não pretendo ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você deixou aberto, tive que entrar aqui. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-4997446636740336343?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4997446636740336343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4997446636740336343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4997446636740336343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4997446636740336343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/09/paliativo-de-segurana-uma-lembrana.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SOFyH99m3II/AAAAAAAAAe4/E6Z9dcpbcVg/s72-c/1166725864_f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6909040134872317579</id><published>2008-08-24T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:03:39.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SLGiKxBQ40I/AAAAAAAAAd0/VcfKEQbsrXI/s1600-h/365DaysPodcastlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SLGiKxBQ40I/AAAAAAAAAd0/VcfKEQbsrXI/s320/365DaysPodcastlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238146147449627458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;081. Você acredita em superstições ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;082. O que você acha sobre emprego público ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Na maioria das vezes, garantido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;083. Existe vida inteligente em outros planetas ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As vezes me pergunto se existe vida inteligente no nosso planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;084. Você pratica algum esporte ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;085. Qual é a importância das Olimpíadas ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vitrine de atletas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;086. Para cuidar da beleza vale tudo ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Quase tudo. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaNRF98dMAQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;087. O que você já fez para o mundo ser um lugarzinho melhor para se viver ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nasci ! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;088. Como reconquistar um grande amor ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;É mais fácil se você fizer as coisas de modo tal que nunca o perca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;089. Fora o corpo, o que as mulheres (Melancia, Maçã, Melão, Moraguinho) "Frutas" tem de bom ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fora o corpo o quê ?! O corpo delas é bom ?! Fala sério, acho toda essa exposição que elas têm uma afronta às mulheres !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;090. Qual é seu estilo musical ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;R&amp;amp;B e funk ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-6909040134872317579?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6909040134872317579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6909040134872317579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6909040134872317579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6909040134872317579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/08/365_24.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SLGiKxBQ40I/AAAAAAAAAd0/VcfKEQbsrXI/s72-c/365DaysPodcastlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4773860512280431877</id><published>2008-08-11T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:19:56.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SKB0pW-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hYVd7WC_3P0/s1600-h/365-penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SKB0pW-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hYVd7WC_3P0/s320/365-penguins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233311020896195746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;071. Você acha que qualquer coisa é motivo para processa uma empresa ou pessoa ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Não, devem haver motivos realmente importantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;072. Em caso de rebelião em alguma penitenciária, no seu ponto de vista, qual seria a atitude mais certa a ser tomada ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Os únicos realmentes prejudicados (claro que quando não há reféns) são os próprios detentos. Se querem se rebelar, deixa, eles que se ferrem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;073. Qual é o seu ponto de vista sobre a importância de pesquisas na Lua e Marte ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Evolução e conhecimento são coisas realmente importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;074. O que você faria se ganhasse 1 milhão de "dinheiros" ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pelo menos um milhão de coisas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;075. Qual seria a melhor forma para resolver o problema dos sem-terra, o MST ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Distribuição de terras improdutivas, mas sem donos. Sou contra a desapropriação para reforma agrária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;076. Você tem alguma crença ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Acredito em uma Força Maior, Deus mesmo. Mas não sei muito bem quanto a Igrejas e intermediários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;077. Qual seria o presente ideal de aniversário para seu pai ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;O que ele estiver precisando no momento. Então, depende da ocasião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;078. Qual seria a melhor pessoa para governar o país ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Só pra começar a pensar nesse assunto, alguém que tenha pelo menos 2º e 3º Graus Completos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;079. Qual é o nome de um bom livro que você já leu ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Janey Wilcox, Alpinista Social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(desses livros bem mulherzinha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;080. O que você queria fazer se ninguém pudesse te ver ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ouvir todas as conversas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-4773860512280431877?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4773860512280431877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4773860512280431877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4773860512280431877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4773860512280431877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/08/365_11.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SKB0pW-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hYVd7WC_3P0/s72-c/365-penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-9117815805291063332</id><published>2008-08-02T09:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:05:22.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRa4DHQdDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bZIwi2X5mvk/s1600-h/biomedina+simbolo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRa4DHQdDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bZIwi2X5mvk/s320/biomedina+simbolo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229904986238907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a hre=""&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trote estudantil (ou simplesmente Trote) é uma tradição brasileira, em alguns aspectos, similar à praxe em Portugal, que consiste em um conjunto de atividades, que podem ser leves (brincadeiras) ou graves (humilhações ou agressões).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Costuma ocorrer nos dias de calourada (que acontecem no início de um semestre ou ano letivo) em escolas, faculdades e universidades pelos estudantes mais antigos (denominados veteranos) nos recém-chegados (denominados calouros ou bixos). Porém o trote também costuma acontecer na escola depois da calourada, principalmente nos calouros que não compareceram à ela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O meu trote até agora sendo bem tranquilo .. Entrevistas, elefantinho, pedágio, Não tem comparecido muita gente, mas as poucas que somos (é, só as meninas não desistem) estamos entrando bem na brincadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E fora o cansaço in-crí-vel, tá tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E esse foi o motivo da minha total ausência durante a semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas não foi só o que aconteceu, teve uma briga (não sei se grande ou pequena) com o namorado, mas nada que não pudesse ser resolvido ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;É isso. Agora com a faculdade, é mais provável que eu demore mais a postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Keep with me, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRaqmN89lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/efJ7iWwXYKY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRaqmN89lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/efJ7iWwXYKY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229904755144062546" 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/6175037198950216998-9117815805291063332?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/9117815805291063332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=9117815805291063332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9117815805291063332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9117815805291063332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/08/semana-difcil.html' title='Semana difícil'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRa4DHQdDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bZIwi2X5mvk/s72-c/biomedina+simbolo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-511629840644028135</id><published>2008-08-02T09:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:57:30.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRYM9itohI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WM_DJDtjFg0/s1600-h/365.enjoy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRYM9itohI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WM_DJDtjFg0/s320/365.enjoy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229902046985822738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;quem pergunta: &lt;a href="http://wgasparin.wedup.net/"&gt; Blog do Gaspa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;061. O que você mais repara ao conhecer alguém ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se a voz da pessoa é irritante ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;062. Alguma vez você decidiu fazer alguma coisa e foi necessário convencer o povo que você não é louco ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;063. O que você acha desses nicks esquisitos no msn ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=1235495"&gt; Odeio nicks que contam a vida&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;064. O que na sua vida não tem preço ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Qualquer momento passado com o meu namorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;065. Na abertura do desenho dos Simpsons, o Bart sempre escreve uma frase várias vezes. Se você pudesse, o quê você pediria pra ele escrever ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mariana Castela is the best !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;066. O que te deixa muito irritado(a) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Meu pai me irrita constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;067. Qual é o seu hobbie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Internet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;068. Qual é a viagem dos seus sonhos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;069. Com o que você não vive sem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Viver sem dinheiro é brabíssimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;070. Você tem medo de fantasmas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-511629840644028135?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/511629840644028135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=511629840644028135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/511629840644028135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/511629840644028135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/08/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SJRYM9itohI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WM_DJDtjFg0/s72-c/365.enjoy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4170564626889961567</id><published>2008-07-22T14:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:24:55.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra ler um pouquinho mais !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;sobre: felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYWMp7phqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8tvHX--xub8/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYWMp7phqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8tvHX--xub8/s320/felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225888824280319650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A minha felicidade não é a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais recente livro de Carlos Moraes, o excelente “Agora Deus vai te pegar lá fora”, há um trecho que uma mulher ouve a seguinte pergunta de um major: “Por que você não é feliz como todo mundo?” A que ela responde mais ou menos assim: “Como o senhor ousa dizer que não sou feliz? O que o senhor sabe do que eu digo para o meu marido depois do amor? E do que eu sinto quando ouço Vivaldi? E do que eu rio com meu filho? E por que mundos viajo quando leio Murilo Mendes? A sua felicidade, que eu respeito, não é a minha, major.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E assim é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Temos a pretensão de decretar quem é feliz ou infeliz de acordo com nossa ótica particular, como se felicidade fosse algo que pudesse ser visualizado. Somos apresentados a alguém com olheiras profundas e imediatamente passamos a lamentar suas prováveis noites insones causadas por problemas tortuosos. Ou alguém faz uma queixa infantil da esposa e rapidamente decretamos que é um fracassado no amor, que esse casamento deve ser um inferno, pobre sujeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É nestas horas que me pergunto: mas que sabemos nós da vida dos outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nossos momentos felizes se dão, quase todos, na intimidade, quando ninguém está nos vendo. O barulho da chave na porta, de madrugada, trazendo um adolescente de volta pra casa. O cálice de vinho oferecido por uma amiga com quem acabamos de fazer as pazes. Sentar-se no cinema, sozinho, para assistir o filme tão esperado. Depois de anos com o coração em marcha lenta, rever um ex-amor e descobrir que ainda é capaz de sentir palpitações. Os acordos secretos que temos com filhos, netos, amigos. A emoção provocada por uma frase de um livro. A felicidade de uma cura. E a infelicidade aceita como parte do jogo - ninguém é tão feliz quanto aquele que lida bem com suas precariedades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que eu sei sobre aquele que parece radiante e aquela outra que parece à beira do suicídio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eles podem parecer o que for e eu seguirei sem saber de nada, sem saber de onde eles extraem prazer e dor, como administram seus azedumes e seus êxtases, e muito menos por quanto anda a cotação de felicidade em suas vidas. Costumamos julgar roupas, comportamento, caráter - juízes indefectíveis que somos da vida alheia - mas é um atrevimento nos outorgar o direito de reconhecer, apenas pelas aparências, quem sofre e quem está em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sua felicidade não é a minha, e a minha não é a de ninguém.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não se sabe nunca o que emociona intimamente uma pessoa, a que ela recorre para conquistar serenidade, em quais pensamentos se ampara quando quer descansar do mundo, o quanto de energia coloca no que faz, e do que ela é capaz de desfazer para manter-se sã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toda felicidade é construída por emoções secretas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Podem até comentar sobre nós, mas nos capturar, só com a nossa permissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-4170564626889961567?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4170564626889961567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4170564626889961567&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4170564626889961567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4170564626889961567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/pra-ler-um-pouquinho-mais_22.html' title='pra ler um pouquinho mais !'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYWMp7phqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8tvHX--xub8/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7231260923551025345</id><published>2008-07-22T14:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:17:11.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviravolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYUYkGOykI/AAAAAAAAAck/1_mXU4OksyI/s1600-h/2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYUYkGOykI/AAAAAAAAAck/1_mXU4OksyI/s320/2589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225886829849266754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se o sentimento que eu tinha na semana passada era o de independência, nessa sinto o total oposto disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pensei em milhares de palavras para tentar explicar o que sinto. Não consigo mais explicar (ou me lembrar) nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As vezes acho que não tenho predisposição à felicidade; a tristeza me abate com tal facilidade que até eu me espanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenho, sim, momentos felizes. Os que em sua grande maioria atualmente até são com as mesmas pessoas. Mas chato mesmo é ter o espírito totalmente "modificado" (e para pior), sempre pela mesma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dizem para mim que é sempre para o meu bem. Têm opiniões totalmente contrárias às minhas. Me privam de usufruir de tudo que me faz melhor na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por incrível que pareça (ou não, olha aí o capitalismo), todas as discussões são em torno de dinheiro. De repente o ar aqui eles pagam também. E é isso que mais me irrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não é que eu precise de dinheiro pra ser feliz. Não tê-lo não é o que me traz problemas. Mas para outras pessoas, gastá-lo é fonte para infinitas noites sem dormir e dias inteiros de sermão sobre o que eu "desconheço" ou "finjo não conhecer" do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu só queria que meus sentimentos fossem respeitos e que de repente as pessoas se tornassem compreensivas e legais; como por mágica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As vezes eu nem sei muito bem o que me faz mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas sempre sei o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(m)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; faz bem. Acho que por não poder ter isso as vezes é que perco meu chão, sei lá. Não sei me explicar muito bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu só queria ter a liberdade de viver tranquilamente meu futuro incerto. E até sofrer com isso, e daí, eu que escolhi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se existe essa coisa toda de Céu, Inferno, Paraíso, Purgatório, Pecados, eu não sei. Só sei que com o que estou sofrendo (mesmo que o meu sofrimento possa ser muito pouco para outras pessoas, mas é gigante para mim), eu estou pagando todos os meus pecados. E com certeza pelo menos em algum lugar, mesmo que muuuito longe, a vida vai sorrir e nunca mais parar de rir pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYV9PTFBJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pWswSryjts0/s1600-h/a-felicidade-que-nunca-chega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYV9PTFBJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pWswSryjts0/s320/a-felicidade-que-nunca-chega.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225888559432795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6175037198950216998-7231260923551025345?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7231260923551025345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7231260923551025345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7231260923551025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7231260923551025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/reviravolta.html' title='Reviravolta'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SIYUYkGOykI/AAAAAAAAAck/1_mXU4OksyI/s72-c/2589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5543287301166322682</id><published>2008-07-20T11:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:58:15.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINSRAb9EuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/W4BAnPBv8I4/s1600-h/unconscious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINSRAb9EuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/W4BAnPBv8I4/s320/unconscious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225110444808409826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/"&gt; Week 286&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I say and you think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Flicker:&lt;/i&gt; Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Styling:&lt;/i&gt; Top Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Episode:&lt;/i&gt; House M.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Sexier:&lt;/i&gt; Naked Wild On (on E!Channel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Studious:&lt;/i&gt; A person very different of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Mushroom:&lt;/i&gt; Hate every kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; 8 minutes:&lt;/i&gt; 13 Going to 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Bald:&lt;/i&gt; My Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; Immunity:&lt;/i&gt; Vaccination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Sectioned:&lt;/i&gt; Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-5543287301166322682?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5543287301166322682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5543287301166322682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5543287301166322682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5543287301166322682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/unconscious-mutterings_20.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINSRAb9EuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/W4BAnPBv8I4/s72-c/unconscious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-901496791690368424</id><published>2008-07-20T11:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:23:59.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINJmWutcQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cxbQ6oAVEOc/s1600-h/Capa365agostoX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINJmWutcQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cxbQ6oAVEOc/s200/Capa365agostoX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225100915965260034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;051. O que você acha sobre a pena de morte ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Visto que ela já é aplicada "informalmente" no nosso país, um registro na Constituição a faria aplicável aos verdadeiros bandidos. A pena de morte se faz muito necessária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;052. Qual foi a decisão mais difícil que você precisou tomar ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Que eu me lembre, nunca precisei fazer uma decisão muito séria. (Ainda bem, sou muito indecisa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;053. Sexta a noite é bom para .. ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Essa é uma decisão muito difícil ! (Já disse que sou indecisa?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;054. Sábado a noite é bom para ... ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sair com os amigos, todos os sábados/todos os amigos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;055. Qual é sua opinião sobre telemarketing ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não aguento. Ainda mais por terem que ser insistentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;056. Qual foi a primeira palavra que você aprendeu a falar ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Djadja (que é Claudia, o nome da minha irmã).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;057. O que você faz da meia-noite às seis ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Leio, mando mensagem sms e durmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;058. Qual é a piada mais engraçada que você conhece ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não tem nenhuma piada que eu ache assim o máximo da graça. Todas são engraçadinhas quando bem colocadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;059. Quais são suas três qualidades ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Amiga, boa ouvinte e generosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;060. Quais são seus três defeitos ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Crítica, reclamona e rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-901496791690368424?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/901496791690368424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=901496791690368424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/901496791690368424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/901496791690368424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/365_20.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SINJmWutcQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cxbQ6oAVEOc/s72-c/Capa365agostoX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5584055881149083036</id><published>2008-07-17T11:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:00:53.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavra da minha semana: Independência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9eT_Xv_1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/0tsmB4oi0r8/s1600-h/img3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9eT_Xv_1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/0tsmB4oi0r8/s320/img3361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223997790294638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in.de.pen.dên.cia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sf (in+dependência) &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Estado ou qualidade de independente. &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Libertação, restituição ao estado livre; autonomia. &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Caráter independente. &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; Meios de fortuna bastantes que permitem a uma pessoa viver independentemente. &lt;b&gt;I. de plataforma, Inform:&lt;/b&gt; capacidade de um programa ou rede de poder funcionar ou conectar-se com tipos incompatíveis de hardware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Independência: desassociação de um ser em relação a outro, do qual dependia ou era por ele dominado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sei lá. De repente me veio a vontade de ser independente. Não que eu não quisesse isso antes, mas a necessidade tá ficando maior com a idade, eu acho. Receber ordens é a pior coisa do mundo; ser impedido de fazer algumas coisas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pois bem. Esse é o meu maior desejo daqui por diante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Independência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-5584055881149083036?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5584055881149083036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5584055881149083036&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5584055881149083036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5584055881149083036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/palavra-da-minha-semana-independncia.html' title='Palavra da minha semana: Independência'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9eT_Xv_1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/0tsmB4oi0r8/s72-c/img3361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6194940026625621896</id><published>2008-07-17T11:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:57:34.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Challenge: Noisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt; For Fun and Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9dYj77IFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/c_cWjTD8AuE/s1600-h/silence-of-the-lambs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9dYj77IFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/c_cWjTD8AuE/s320/silence-of-the-lambs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223996769317888082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Silence: The most incredible sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(picture: wallpaper of Silence of the Lambs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-6194940026625621896?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6194940026625621896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6194940026625621896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6194940026625621896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6194940026625621896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-challenge-noisy.html' title='Thursday Challenge: Noisy'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SH9dYj77IFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/c_cWjTD8AuE/s72-c/silence-of-the-lambs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7915679576390706341</id><published>2008-07-14T17:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:53:32.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;amp;postID=7915679576390706341"&gt;summer time tv shows you enjoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7pYKYBsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/umJNcYyXx14/s1600-h/HouseMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7pYKYBsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/umJNcYyXx14/s320/HouseMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974512401221314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Girls of The Playboy Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7po3RrtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fQQRkJYPO-I/s1600-h/The-Girls-Next-Door-Season-Two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7po3RrtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fQQRkJYPO-I/s320/The-Girls-Next-Door-Season-Two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974516884516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Miami Ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7p1nSISI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Q782FvuO4UA/s1600-h/miamiink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7p1nSISI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Q782FvuO4UA/s320/miamiink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974520307097890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Extreme Makeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7p32fC3I/AAAAAAAAAbk/reTfadab9ow/s1600-h/extreme_makeover_logo_reduced_size_for_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7p32fC3I/AAAAAAAAAbk/reTfadab9ow/s320/extreme_makeover_logo_reduced_size_for_site.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974520907729778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shear Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7qBl7KsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IbfbwHBAOgQ/s1600-h/20070420sg12eb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7qBl7KsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IbfbwHBAOgQ/s320/20070420sg12eb8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974523522624194" border="0" /&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/6175037198950216998-7915679576390706341?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7915679576390706341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7915679576390706341&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7915679576390706341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7915679576390706341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-me-five.html' title='Give Me Five'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHu7pYKYBsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/umJNcYyXx14/s72-c/HouseMD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-6613437960532469687</id><published>2008-07-13T13:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:28:33.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com"&gt;Week 285&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHotArx1x2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2vRdk5ZqTIY/s1600-h/unconscious_003s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHotArx1x2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2vRdk5ZqTIY/s320/unconscious_003s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222536207664531298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I say and you think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Intimidated:&lt;/i&gt; ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Brush:&lt;/i&gt; paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Masquerade:&lt;/i&gt; play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Procedure:&lt;/i&gt; surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Tattoos:&lt;/i&gt; Miami Ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Square:&lt;/i&gt; math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Tuck:&lt;/i&gt; organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Boyfriend:&lt;/i&gt; my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; Badass:&lt;/i&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Thousand:&lt;/i&gt; Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-6613437960532469687?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/6613437960532469687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=6613437960532469687&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6613437960532469687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/6613437960532469687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/unconscious-mutterings.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHotArx1x2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2vRdk5ZqTIY/s72-c/unconscious_003s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2840954859785500950</id><published>2008-07-13T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:18:50.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sala de vídeo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tempo de comprar pra assistir na estréia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaIR9dAZRR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaIR9dAZRR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-2840954859785500950?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2840954859785500950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2840954859785500950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2840954859785500950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2840954859785500950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/sala-de-vdeo_13.html' title='sala de vídeo !'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2385472448086093016</id><published>2008-07-12T12:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:41:41.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="www.tnchick.com"&gt; #118: Support&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjObVjfdvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ksA-FBi1eEU/s1600-h/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjObVjfdvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ksA-FBi1eEU/s320/bra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222150736973887218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The $6.5 million Hearts on Fire Diamond Fantasy Bra, weighing 800 carats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-2385472448086093016?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2385472448086093016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2385472448086093016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2385472448086093016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2385472448086093016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='Photo Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjObVjfdvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ksA-FBi1eEU/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8422890359594895252</id><published>2008-07-12T12:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:10:02.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjJJZZJo3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2Czl0kKx6Lk/s1600-h/My_freedom_begins_here_by_celsojunior1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjJJZZJo3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2Czl0kKx6Lk/s320/My_freedom_begins_here_by_celsojunior1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222144931208471410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;li.ber.da.de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sf (lat libertate)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Estado de pessoa livre e isenta de restrição externa ou coação física ou moral. &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Poder de exercer livremente a sua vontade. &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Condição de não ser sujeito, como indivíduo ou comunidade, a controle ou arbitrariedades políticas estrangeiras. &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; Condição do ser que não vive em cativeiro. &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; Condição de pessoa não sujeita a escravidão ou servidão. &lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; Dir Isenção de todas as restrições, exceto as prescritas pelos direitos legais de outrem. &lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; Independência, autonomia. &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; Ousadia. &lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; Permissão. &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; Imunidade. &lt;i&gt;sf pl&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Regalias, franquias, imunidades, privilégios concedidos aos cidadãos pela constituição do país ou de que goza um país, uma divisão dele, uma instituição etc. &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Maneira de proceder não sancionada pelas convenções sociais ou pelo decoro. &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Familiaridade importuna; atrevimento, confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;freiheit frihed libertad vapaus liberté vrijheid freedom libertà liberdade frihet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Só porque é, e sempre vai ser, uma conquista. E é o que mais deveria ser valorizado, sempre. Não troco por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-8422890359594895252?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8422890359594895252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8422890359594895252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8422890359594895252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8422890359594895252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHjJJZZJo3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2Czl0kKx6Lk/s72-c/My_freedom_begins_here_by_celsojunior1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2814355014922543818</id><published>2008-07-11T15:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:57:46.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Página 161</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHetD3ckxRI/AAAAAAAAAas/heU_LCQlf1I/s1600-h/lolita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHetD3ckxRI/AAAAAAAAAas/heU_LCQlf1I/s320/lolita2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221832574894392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Pegue o livro mais próximo, com mais de 161 páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Abra o livro na página 161.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Na referida página procure a 5.ª frase completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ah, nem por um momento podia perder de vista minha Lô, minha pequena, minha lânguida Lô!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livro:&lt;/b&gt; Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-2814355014922543818?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2814355014922543818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2814355014922543818&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2814355014922543818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2814355014922543818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/pgina-161.html' title='Página 161'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHetD3ckxRI/AAAAAAAAAas/heU_LCQlf1I/s72-c/lolita2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-5877553631230947903</id><published>2008-07-11T15:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:17:44.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHejZIn7EQI/AAAAAAAAAak/D58enzh9iCw/s1600-h/fill_in_the_cat_image_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHejZIn7EQI/AAAAAAAAAak/D58enzh9iCw/s320/fill_in_the_cat_image_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221821945166369026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;#80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; 1. Oh, I can't wait until I have a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; new backpack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eggs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; are the first thing I see when I open my refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. I never leave home without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; my cellphone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. If I were a condiment, I would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; oregano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; because&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; it's always in pizzas&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Traveling with my parents to far cities&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; is really high up on my list of pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6. The last thing I thought of before I went to bed was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; my boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;going out with my friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; being angry with my family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; and Sunday, I want to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; go to the movies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-5877553631230947903?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/5877553631230947903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=5877553631230947903&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5877553631230947903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/5877553631230947903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-fill-ins.html' title='Friday Fill-Ins'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHejZIn7EQI/AAAAAAAAAak/D58enzh9iCw/s72-c/fill_in_the_cat_image_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-8039428443421012003</id><published>2008-07-10T15:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:11:46.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You Are 79% Pure &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO308VftI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BWeDfAVNxTI/s1600-h/pure-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO308VftI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BWeDfAVNxTI/s200/pure-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447538994151122" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 46% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO37BLMiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0TDkKia3_OM/s1600-h/notevil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO37BLMiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0TDkKia3_OM/s200/notevil.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447540625060386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fear not thought - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Country Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4HgB7SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/iXAamrCydww/s1600-h/countrymusic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4HgB7SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/iXAamrCydww/s200/countrymusic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447543975701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are friendly, down to earth, and fairly conservative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are true to your friends and your upbringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Change is hard for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But beneath your old fashioned attitude, you are expressive and artistic in your own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Very few people can express pain and pleasure as eloquently as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You Are the Ace of Hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4H1U8VI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MM1zQ1J26SQ/s1600-h/acehearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4H1U8VI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MM1zQ1J26SQ/s200/acehearts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447544065028434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Youthful and playful, you love life and the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You have a kind spirit, and you bring happiness to everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Artistic and bold, you see the world in bright colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And you certainly aren't afraid to express everything you see and feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are sentimental, and your emotions are very deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are easily swept away and easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A gamble you should take: Blackjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Weepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: An up and coming chef or fashion designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Beauty Element is Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4JeToGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KMMX04ykVzQ/s1600-h/waterbeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO4JeToGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KMMX04ykVzQ/s200/waterbeauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447544505344098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Feminine and dreamy, your beauty style is classic and very vintage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But you never look out of style! You have a way of making classic looks modern again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 28% Addicted to the Internet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZPJ8VanSI/AAAAAAAAAac/pk0j6BlMdFQ/s1600-h/internet-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZPJ8VanSI/AAAAAAAAAac/pk0j6BlMdFQ/s200/internet-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447850216037666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Internet? Please. You're definitely not geeky enough to be that addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You have a full life off your computer - and the internet is just a small pastime.&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/6175037198950216998-8039428443421012003?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/8039428443421012003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=8039428443421012003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8039428443421012003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/8039428443421012003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/memes.html' title='Meme&apos;s'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZO308VftI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BWeDfAVNxTI/s72-c/pure-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-4029035120360020502</id><published>2008-07-10T14:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:13:00.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Nomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWMjtrqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AQGHp-p_O1w/s1600-h/dancer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWMjtrqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AQGHp-p_O1w/s200/dancer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433767078244002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWo8B9-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/tPxRxVCwJBo/s1600-h/pinata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 104px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWo8B9-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/tPxRxVCwJBo/s200/pinata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433774696429538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWQmeN8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/svC4Puk3Yz0/s1600-h/foxxy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWQmeN8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/svC4Puk3Yz0/s200/foxxy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433768163555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCW9z3C5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/SrQL_7sR3Zc/s1600-h/irish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCW9z3C5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/SrQL_7sR3Zc/s200/irish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433780299303826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCggwVSNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/g7xN_YQnqf8/s1600-h/punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCggwVSNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/g7xN_YQnqf8/s200/punk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433944298571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWgLJxrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qmZoLz5g1Nk/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWgLJxrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qmZoLz5g1Nk/s200/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433772343936690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Exotic Dancer:&lt;/b&gt; Illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elf:&lt;/b&gt; Fuzzy Cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mexican:&lt;/b&gt; Doña Pitina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leprechaun:&lt;/b&gt; Fluffy O'Shamrock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Italian:&lt;/b&gt; Brunella Mancini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;True Love's:&lt;/b&gt; Lisa L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noble British:&lt;/b&gt; Lady Muriel Hermione Portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rockstar:&lt;/b&gt; Foxxy Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outrageous:&lt;/b&gt; Sharon Needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars:&lt;/b&gt; Marca Dirio &lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Ohlcho of Síul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Band:&lt;/b&gt; The Potato Skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Uncommon:&lt;/b&gt; September Annelle Elzy&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/6175037198950216998-4029035120360020502?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/4029035120360020502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=4029035120360020502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4029035120360020502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/4029035120360020502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-nomes.html' title='Mais Nomes'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHZCWMjtrqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AQGHp-p_O1w/s72-c/dancer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3138299106073131204</id><published>2008-07-10T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:43:56.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Challenge: Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;For Fun and Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHY76-LhpQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_wj-feKDdxs/s1600-h/p222281-Philadelphia_PA-Hot_Fudge_Sundae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHY76-LhpQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_wj-feKDdxs/s320/p222281-Philadelphia_PA-Hot_Fudge_Sundae.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426702292460802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hot Fudge Sundae !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-3138299106073131204?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3138299106073131204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3138299106073131204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3138299106073131204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3138299106073131204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-challenge-hot.html' title='Thursday Challenge: Hot'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHY76-LhpQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_wj-feKDdxs/s72-c/p222281-Philadelphia_PA-Hot_Fudge_Sundae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-9084712889127448298</id><published>2008-07-09T20:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:38:52.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHVLTtOkzeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MkM9jHN-rsU/s1600-h/Doodle-25-ask+me+again+on+wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHVLTtOkzeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MkM9jHN-rsU/s320/Doodle-25-ask+me+again+on+wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221162144936283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://macabrelovestory.blogspot.com/search/Wednesday%20Weirdness"&gt;Week #11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Five things you &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; have in your refrigerator:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Margarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Coca-cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Queijo Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Pêra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Ovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Five actresses/actors that you think are over-rated:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Pâmela Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Silvester Stallone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Five things around the house that you hate doing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Lavar a louça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Arrumar o quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Tirar pó dos móveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Botar papel no banheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Ir na lixeira jogar o lixo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Five of your favorite movies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Lilo e Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. O amor não tira férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Jogos Mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Quebrando a Banca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Encantada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Five businesses/stores you would love to win a $2,000 gift card to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Victoria Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Levi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Nativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Qualquer Outra Loja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Qualquer Outra Loja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &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/6175037198950216998-9084712889127448298?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/9084712889127448298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=9084712889127448298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9084712889127448298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/9084712889127448298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-weirdness.html' title='Wednesday Weirdness'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHVLTtOkzeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MkM9jHN-rsU/s72-c/Doodle-25-ask+me+again+on+wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-2213299686316459634</id><published>2008-07-09T18:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:54:27.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lens Day Challenge: Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUzX-3BCsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wnnmc_VdTnU/s1600-h/drinkfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUzX-3BCsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wnnmc_VdTnU/s320/drinkfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221135830109719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot Drinks with fire make me remember my last birthday. They're goood, ma'am!&lt;br /&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/6175037198950216998-2213299686316459634?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/2213299686316459634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=2213299686316459634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2213299686316459634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/2213299686316459634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/lens-day-challenge-fire.html' title='Lens Day Challenge: Fire'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUzX-3BCsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wnnmc_VdTnU/s72-c/drinkfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-3875369638679249828</id><published>2008-07-09T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:33:42.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUtiYw7QdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9eFTV3g93vs/s1600-h/schiele.sitting-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUtiYw7QdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9eFTV3g93vs/s200/schiele.sitting-woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221129411792421330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Odeio quando o que quero muito que acontece é impedido por alguma coisa. Acho que frustação é a pior das sensações.&lt;br /&gt;É totalmente comparável a raiva.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Por sermos os principais responsáveis pela nossa felicidade, mas não os únicos responsáveis pela infelicidade, há a frustração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Para viver, sonhar é instintivo e fundamental, e isso faz com que certas vezes vaze expectativa pelas frestas, o que torna o caminho que separa o real do ideal um tanto quanto pantanoso. É aí que chega a frustração.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais difícil do que controlar expectativas diante da vida é lidar com a frustração que costuma vir de ressaca nesse processo. Mas, se idealizar é fundamental para crescer, se decepcionar pode ser também uma ótima oportunidade de rever horizontes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É importante aprender a conviver melhor com perdas.&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/6175037198950216998-3875369638679249828?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/3875369638679249828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=3875369638679249828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3875369638679249828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/3875369638679249828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/frustrao.html' title='Frustração'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHUtiYw7QdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9eFTV3g93vs/s72-c/schiele.sitting-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7104013010704998127</id><published>2008-07-08T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:30:23.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHQGNIf6R4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jzDiApUG-bc/s1600-h/mariah-carey-perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHQGNIf6R4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jzDiApUG-bc/s320/mariah-carey-perfume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804690718640002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha seu cantor favorito e só responda com títulos de músicas dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cantor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Descreva-se:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Honey&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; O que as pessoas acham de você:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm that Chick&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Descreva seu último relacionamento:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Alone in Love&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Descreva a atual relação:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Endless Love&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Onde queria estar agora:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Joy Ride&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; O que você pensa sobre o amor:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My All&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Como é sua vida:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's Like That&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Se tivesse direito a apenas um desejo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All I want for Christmas is You&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Uma frase sábia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll Be Lovin'U Long Time&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Uma frase para os próximos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bye Bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-7104013010704998127?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7104013010704998127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7104013010704998127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7104013010704998127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7104013010704998127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHQGNIf6R4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jzDiApUG-bc/s72-c/mariah-carey-perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7415996936870074609</id><published>2008-07-08T20:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:27:05.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sala de vídeo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Trailers de "Jogo de Amor em Las Vegas" e "Hancock".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vegas é totalmente o esperado, o romântico com final que todos já sabem qual é, e por não fugir a regra, é muito legal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Já Hancock, o bonequinho dormiu(!), mas gostei muito. O desenrolar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;é totalmente inesperado, e o filme não é monótono, muito bom também.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl3nO-4g5Ww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl3nO-4g5Ww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQQgvhn4jg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQQgvhn4jg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu preciso assistir Kung-Fu Panda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHP3TzlRbAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rPxwsDOUTnU/s1600-h/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHP3TzlRbAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rPxwsDOUTnU/s320/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220788312688651266" 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/6175037198950216998-7415996936870074609?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7415996936870074609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7415996936870074609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7415996936870074609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7415996936870074609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/sala-de-vdeo_08.html' title='sala de vídeo !'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHP3TzlRbAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rPxwsDOUTnU/s72-c/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175037198950216998.post-7173974614846713463</id><published>2008-07-08T14:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:54:51.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHOptkFnm1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ql_-St_36V8/s1600-h/calendario+perpetuo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 241px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHOptkFnm1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ql_-St_36V8/s320/calendario+perpetuo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220702993298987858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;041. Qual parte do seu corpo você não mudaria de jeito nenhum ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;042. Que dia da semana você mais detesta ? Por quê ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Segunda-feira, porque não passa nenhum programa bom a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;043. O que você acha do governo do seu país ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Acho bem ruim, o que me "consola" é que não votei pra que nenhuma daquelas pessoas me representasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;044. Na sua opinião, qual foi (ou ainda é) o pior político de todos os tempos ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No Brasil, JK, que apesar de ter promovido avanços, começou com a nossa dívida externa e incentivou a poluição; sem contar que ferrovias/hidrovias seriam melhores para o nosso país (ao invés das rodovias). Tudo isso nos traz problemas até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 045. Você prefere a paixão ou o amor ? Por quê ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O amor, pois a paixão é mais carnal, e por isso tem um fim mais rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;046. O que você acha que as pessoas têm que fazer pelo menos uma vez na vida ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Viajar para algum lugar distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;047. Se você pudesse ter um superpoder, qual seria ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Realização Instantânea de Sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;048. O que não pode faltar no almoço de domingo ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Coca-cola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;049. Como o mundo seria sem o Google ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não sei, tenho que pesquisar no Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;050. Na sua opinião, por que tem tanta violência no Brasil ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Certeza da impunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175037198950216998-7173974614846713463?l=processoaleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/feeds/7173974614846713463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175037198950216998&amp;postID=7173974614846713463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7173974614846713463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175037198950216998/posts/default/7173974614846713463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://processoaleatorio.blogspot.com/2008/07/365_08.html' title='365'/><author><name>Mariana Castela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14093675637085337711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SFryZpadQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Phlz3ggshRM/S220/blog.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uefUr2pj7DY/SHOptkFnm1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ql_-St_36V8/s72-c/calendario+perpetuo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
