<?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-7711974679628299266</id><updated>2011-09-29T20:16:24.162-03:00</updated><category term='gracinha'/><category term='letras'/><category term='compras'/><category term='paris'/><category term='et'/><category term='mimimi'/><category term='namorado'/><category term='teoria da conspiração'/><title type='text'>they're claiming me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3140548767687013767</id><published>2010-04-21T16:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:01:36.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem para um FILHO DA PUTA</title><content type='html'>Porque quando o vir, eu falarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei como voce ainda consegue sequer OLHAR pra gente, quanto mais dar oi...&lt;br /&gt;Faça um favor a mim... pelo sentimento de amizade que ainda deve existir em voce [se é que algum dia existiu]&lt;br /&gt;fique&lt;br /&gt;longe&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;minha&lt;br /&gt;familia&lt;br /&gt;amigos como voce eu quero distancia&lt;br /&gt;e se meu pai não tem coragem ou tem o coração muito bom pra te dizer essas coisas, eu digo&lt;br /&gt;Voce foi um filho da puta sem tamanho e que vem sacaneando meus pais toda vez que tem oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Cade aqueles 5 mil reais que voce pediu emprestado e nunca pagou??????&lt;br /&gt;Por isso e por voce ter tentado fazer com que minha mãe pagasse uma coisa que ela não tinha comprado, tentando engana-la e ver "se colava" dando uma de espertinho. Voce quase fez com que o nome de minha mae ficasse sujo na praça.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se deus o que voce não fez na obra da casa de praia de meu tio!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;entao eu tenho nojo de voce&lt;br /&gt;e voce é uma MANCHA no nome de engenheiros daqui&lt;br /&gt;voce não honra suas calças &lt;br /&gt;voce é uma vergonha pra sua familia&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, de hoje em diante apague o nome de minha familia da sua lista de amigos&lt;br /&gt;e SUMA&lt;br /&gt;caso contrario EU vou fazer voce pagar por no minimo os 5 mil reais que deve."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3140548767687013767?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3140548767687013767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7325171737895574585</id><published>2010-04-04T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:48:49.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e CK diz</title><content type='html'>"é, eu não aceito a cara dela" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VPONTES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7325171737895574585?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7325171737895574585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7325171737895574585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>mais uma pérola</title><content type='html'>²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*agora você se tornou uma ameaça bem maior&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*HUAUHAUHAHUAUHUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*huahuauhauhauhahuhaua&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*vá catar coquinho, vá&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*droga&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*drogadrogadroga&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*estava aliviado, até&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*gaby em SP&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:34):&lt;br /&gt;*você namorando&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*enquanto eu vou pro cinema com ela /uhh&lt;br /&gt;Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*kelv longe&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*mas gaby está voltando pra recife&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*tu solteirona e só marcando presença com kanti&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*huauhauhahuha&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*e kelv... bem, ele é britânico&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*HUAUHAHUAUHAUHHUA&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*ou eu fico extremamente rico demais em pouco tempo... tipo AMANHÃ&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*ou então&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*meu destino será terrível&lt;br /&gt;Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*.bua&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*ã?&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*pq?&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:35):&lt;br /&gt;*se eu encher kanti de bolsas, roupas e sapatos&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*ela nem liga pra vcs ok =d&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*HUAUHAHUAUHAUAHUAHUAHAUHAUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHAUHAUAHUAHUAHAUAHUHA&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*que horror&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*"oi, be... to indo com ck ao cineminha, tá?"&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*"pera, chego aí em 10 minutos com meu jatinho e vamos comprar roupas em PARIS"&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*HUAUHAUHAUHAUHHAUHUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*"foi mal, ck, mas to com sono e tal... nao vou poder ir, bjs"&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*HUAHUAHUAUHAUHUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:36):&lt;br /&gt;*huhauhauheauheaea&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:37):&lt;br /&gt;*droga&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:37):&lt;br /&gt;*preciso me mexer&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (15:37):&lt;br /&gt;*XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (15:37):&lt;br /&gt;*huauhauhauhauhhua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1159188574389740917?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-720643364224136299</id><published>2010-04-02T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:39:51.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria da conspiração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='et'/><title type='text'>Teoria da Conspiração?!</title><content type='html'>Meu namorado encontrou duas estrias na área perto dos rins e vejam só o que ele descobriu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calleb diz (17:51):&lt;br /&gt;ei, po&lt;br /&gt;acho que eu fui abduzido por alienígenas&lt;br /&gt;não sei se tu nunca notou&lt;br /&gt;mas eu tenho umas cicatrizes estranhas no lugar onde os rins ficam&lt;br /&gt;acho que enquanto eu dormia&lt;br /&gt;você de fato arrancou meus rins&lt;br /&gt;e colocou... sei lá&lt;br /&gt;uma bolsa de soro no luga&lt;br /&gt;lugar&lt;br /&gt;por isso fez reforma no apartamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (17:59):&lt;br /&gt;aaaah be&lt;br /&gt;ja tinha visto isso&lt;br /&gt;é estria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (17:59):&lt;br /&gt;não&lt;br /&gt;veja os círculos são cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;parece com o do teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;e doi quando eu aperto&lt;br /&gt;eu perguntei a mainha&lt;br /&gt;e ela disse que não sabe&lt;br /&gt;o que tu fez comigo? &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calleb d*z (18:59):&lt;br /&gt;já descobri&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;a verdade sobre minhas cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;de fato, você roubou meus rins&lt;br /&gt;mas não pra vender&lt;br /&gt;e sim pra estudos&lt;br /&gt;mandou pra teu planeta natal&lt;br /&gt;pra estudarem&lt;br /&gt;=~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol d*z (19:01):&lt;br /&gt;e qual seria meu planeta natal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:01):&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:02):&lt;br /&gt;Planeta Imogenian&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;é a rainha de tua espécie&lt;br /&gt;e por isso tu a idolatra tanto&lt;br /&gt;acha tudo lindo/perfeito nela&lt;br /&gt;tu seguiu ela pra cá&lt;br /&gt;e vcs foram separadas&lt;br /&gt;a missão de imogen é conseguir dominar os seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;e ela descobriu que a música é um dos meios&lt;br /&gt;lançou um cd&lt;br /&gt;mas não tão bom&lt;br /&gt;aí achou um humano com dotes musicais&lt;br /&gt;entrou na cabeça dele e viu a verdade através da música&lt;br /&gt;aí lançou um cd&lt;br /&gt;e colocou o nome dele só por bondade&lt;br /&gt;pois ela é uma rainha justa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (19:03):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAHHAAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:03):&lt;br /&gt;e agora está aí&lt;br /&gt;cada dia com mais e mais adeptos&lt;br /&gt;só esperando chegar na quantidade certa&lt;br /&gt;pra começar um ataque a raça humana&lt;br /&gt;e sua missão&lt;br /&gt;era estudar o corpo humano&lt;br /&gt;tanto que teve que submeter a implantação de uma doença&lt;br /&gt;pra estudá-lá&lt;br /&gt;enquanto engana as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;pra conseguir roubar-lhes os órgãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (19:09):&lt;br /&gt;*TOU RINDO MUITO COM TUA TEORIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:09):&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/calleb/status/11502734573"&gt;http://twitter.com/calleb/status/11502734573&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/bruno_br/status/11502816093"&gt;http://twitter.com/bruno_br/status/11502816093&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (19:10):&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAAHAHAAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:10):&lt;br /&gt;which means&lt;br /&gt;que eu acertei em cheio!&lt;br /&gt;rir foi a única alternativa que você encontrou&lt;br /&gt;pra me fazer pensar que é tudo uma grande brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;e que você está se divertindo com minha teoria infundada&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sei... eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;sobre teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que&lt;br /&gt;na verdade&lt;br /&gt;também pode estar se transformando na sua forma real&lt;br /&gt;o calor de recife afetou mais o seu clã que o de raquel e ck&lt;br /&gt;e esse tamoxifeno na verdade&lt;br /&gt;é remédio pra seu corpo humano voltar ao normal&lt;br /&gt;e que jurema também faz parte de sua espécie&lt;br /&gt;ela é do clã médico&lt;br /&gt;e essas sessões de ressonancia&lt;br /&gt;na verdade você volta pra nave mãe&lt;br /&gt;e é examinada por outras da sua raça&lt;br /&gt;e conta toda uma história&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer EU acreditar&lt;br /&gt;e claro, ck vem falar comigo&lt;br /&gt;perguntando se tu foi pra clínica&lt;br /&gt;se foi fazer hoje de novo&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:13):&lt;br /&gt;tudo um joguinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (19:13):&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (19:13):&lt;br /&gt;tudo pra enrolar o humano do nariz grande&lt;br /&gt;cacete&lt;br /&gt;preciso arrumar alguma solução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://namoradaextraterrestre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Namorada Extra-Terrestre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-720643364224136299?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/720643364224136299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=720643364224136299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/720643364224136299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/720643364224136299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2010/04/teoria-da-conspiracao.html' title='Teoria da Conspiração?!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5764137967297886140</id><published>2010-02-10T04:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:20:46.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>resposta atrasada</title><content type='html'>Pra você estar me perguntando isso a essa hora da madrugada, significa que você que sentiu falta e está agora querendo saber se também senti o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;O unico motivo pra você não ter tentado nada na época significa que, mesmo com toda essa pose de gostosão, não teve coragem pra ir falar comigo  pois tinha medo que eu ainda tivesse raiva de você.&lt;br /&gt;O fato de voce ter tido medo de ir falar comigo também me indica que voce sabia que tinha feito merda e no entanto se recusou a pedir-me desculpas... O que fico muito feliz que voce não tenha feito, pois pedidos de desculpa não me fariam voltar no tempo e não entrar nessa de namoro fake cibernético, não é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Então a resposta é sim... eu tenho raiva de mim por ter engolido tanta besteira&lt;br /&gt;e sim, tenho pena de você, pois nunca vai se deixar ter algo verdadeiro com alguem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem... esta sou eu te ajudando agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5764137967297886140?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5764137967297886140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5764137967297886140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5764137967297886140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5764137967297886140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2010/02/resposta-atrasada.html' title='resposta atrasada'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-489639234621064789</id><published>2009-12-21T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:41:37.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows me better than i know myself</title><content type='html'>²Calleb diz (13:33):&lt;br /&gt;*http://www.imogenheap.com/mailers/181209/header.jpg&lt;br /&gt;*FOTO BIZARRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (13:34):&lt;br /&gt;*eu gostei&lt;br /&gt;*xD&lt;br /&gt;*mais do que a da capa de ellipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (13:34):&lt;br /&gt;*vc é suspeita&lt;br /&gt;*pra falar de qualquer coisa de imogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (13:36):&lt;br /&gt;*ei&lt;br /&gt;*eu admito&lt;br /&gt;*quando as foos tão feias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (13:37):&lt;br /&gt;*admite, mas não para si mesma&lt;br /&gt;*tu fala&lt;br /&gt;*mas fica se remoendo&lt;br /&gt;*pra dizer que OMG TA LINDUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Carol diz (13:37):&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;²Calleb diz (13:37):&lt;br /&gt;*EU SEI&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-489639234621064789?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/489639234621064789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=489639234621064789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/489639234621064789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/489639234621064789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-knows-me-better-than-i-know-myself.html' title='He knows me better than i know myself'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3826930855623241014</id><published>2009-10-29T19:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:46:28.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tou feliz ^^</title><content type='html'>Começou -finalmente- a reforma aqui de casa e mainha é a que está mais eufórica... Mal consegue parar de olhar pra os primeiros porcelanatos no chão da sala e pro teto de gesso que ainda está por acabar, mas não cansa de dizer que está ficando lindo. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico feliz, porque nunca vi minha mãe fazendo nada por ela, nunca viajou, nunca tirou férias [as férias pra ela, btw, era a semana da virada do ano que a familia tirava pra ir à Barbalha] e ver toda essa mudança aqui em casa e vê-la verdadeiramente empolgada com alguma coisa, é algo que me deixa muito muito muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz o projeto todo de reforma então ver as coisinhas do autocad se tornando realidade na minha frente é lindo! Poder conversar com os pedreiros é lindo! Ver como se coloca um teto de gesso é lindo! Ver os fiozinhos das instalações elétricas passando pelas paredes é lindo! Todo o transtorno de "morar numa obra" e toda a poeira e bagunça que isso nos tráz não é lindo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é só por isso que estou feliz... Calleb volta pra Recife em aproximadamente 10 horas e passaremos a próxima semana colados com o pretexto de que acompanharemos a sogrinha ao médico, o que não deixa de ser verdade, mas... NÉ? Qualquer coisinha vale como desculpa. =3&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, essas duas coisas resumem bem minha felicidade; amor, família e "profissão" vão muito bem, obrigada! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3826930855623241014?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3826930855623241014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3826930855623241014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3826930855623241014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3826930855623241014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/10/tou-feliz.html' title='Tou feliz ^^'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-125788598474161932</id><published>2009-08-18T21:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:58:53.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAIU CD DA IMOGEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="550"&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SekqphOZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/svFh2_1D5uw/s320/RAPOSO+emoticon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325834927124118802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE -HEART- &lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/nothing-better/wZy3lMMRpcMqeYGBibCmJmaawNIdt2.gif"&gt;PAULO RAPOSO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7776977788102264578?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7776977788102264578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7776977788102264578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7776977788102264578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7776977788102264578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/04/repare.html' title='Repare...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SekqphOZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAEA/svFh2_1D5uw/s72-c/RAPOSO+emoticon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1498964674995090299</id><published>2009-04-04T12:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:00:53.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter fever</title><content type='html'>não tou nem acreditando que -&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/carolkanti"&gt;eucrieiumtwitter&lt;/a&gt;- depois de tanto xingar ele de coisa idiota, estúpida e para retardados only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1498964674995090299?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1498964674995090299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1498964674995090299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1498964674995090299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1498964674995090299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-fever.html' title='twitter fever'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4251293703872196410</id><published>2009-04-02T14:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:55:32.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e a vontade de matar uma certa chicken little????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SdT75yRttXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1pRCxxP825Q/s1600-h/chicken+little.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SdT75yRttXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1pRCxxP825Q/s320/chicken+little.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320154029998585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4251293703872196410?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4251293703872196410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4251293703872196410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4251293703872196410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4251293703872196410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-vontade-de-matar-uma-certa-chicken.html' title='e a vontade de matar uma certa chicken little????????'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SdT75yRttXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1pRCxxP825Q/s72-c/chicken+little.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-877388621285004682</id><published>2009-03-28T16:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:04:27.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>paranóia</title><content type='html'>Desmoid tumor or aggressive fibromatosis is extremely rare, with less than five cases per million inhabitants [3]. In extra-abdominal areas, the shoulder girdle is the commonest location, frequently seen in adolescent and young adults, as in our patient [1–3]. Pain, and symptoms of nerve or vascular compression occur when the lesion becomes voluminous. As in our case, the lesion is usually poorly circumscribed, infiltrating adjacent bone and muscles, leading to great difficulties in determining the exact boundaries, even, during operation [1,2]. Because desmoid tumors have been produced in rats with estrogen, and would have a faster rate of growth in fertile women, an hormonal influence has been suspected [3]. However, until today, few responses have been reported under hormonal therapy [2]. Prognosis factors lack to predict the clinical course of patients. Resection is the best option but recurrences are numerous, especially when it is incomplete [1–4], usually within 2 years of operation, with a rate ranging from 25 to 68%. Adequate margin of resection cannot be always easily obtained, due to the need of preserving vital or important structures, and due to the lack of encapsulation makes often difficult for the surgeon to distinguish clearly between tumor and scar tissue [1,2]. Furthermore, spontaneous regression or no recurrence following incomplete resection, as in our case, may occur, with an incidence rate of 20% in one study [4]. Complementary radiotherapy was reported as effective in preventing recurrence in 10 patients with narrow margins [6]. Because in axillary area, radiotherapy may lead to lymphoedema, we did not administer radiotherapy in your young patient, who remained free of recurrence 13 years later. When the tumor recurs and/or cannot be excised, &lt;strong&gt;a forearm amputation must be considered &lt;/strong&gt;or high doses of radiotherapy and possibly chemotherapy, although outcome under this condition is not well known. Finally, the desmoid tumor is an aggressive fibromatosis that remains a very interesting but poorly understood neoplasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE TÁ DE BRINKS NÉ??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-877388621285004682?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/877388621285004682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=877388621285004682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/877388621285004682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/877388621285004682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoia.html' title='paranóia'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4848130836419634854</id><published>2009-03-27T10:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:06:17.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aponeuroticamente abusada</title><content type='html'>Tem horas que me dá uma raiva infinita e tudo o que consigo pensar é que se eu voltasse 3 anos no tempo, eu berraria; "DR. CÍCERO, 4 CM DE MARGEM, POR FAVOR!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque não sei mais o que fazer, o que ler ou com quem falar e pra mim já basta de dor, de não-movimentos, de remédios, de coluna se fudendo e de merda de fisioterapia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4848130836419634854?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4848130836419634854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4848130836419634854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4848130836419634854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4848130836419634854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/aponeuroticamente-abusada.html' title='aponeuroticamente abusada'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7177377155981511082</id><published>2009-03-25T18:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:37:04.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me orgulhando sempre!</title><content type='html'>ck&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17:28 (41 minutes ago)delete&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem a seguir não pôde ser entregue a todos os destinatários:&lt;br /&gt;baixando o show =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem a seguir não pôde ser entregue a todos os destinatários:&lt;br /&gt;que passou na multishow =DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem a seguir não pôde ser entregue a todos os destinatários:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/94532971/3009037b/Radiohead_e_Kraftwerk_-_So_Paulo_Just_a_Fest_-_22-03-2009.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (18:26):&lt;br /&gt;não tá baixando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline diz (18:26):&lt;br /&gt;tem 1gb&lt;br /&gt;e tá baixando a 30kb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (18:27):&lt;br /&gt;caraleos&lt;br /&gt;tu baixa e copia pro pen drive&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;que abuso dessa internety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline diz (18:29):&lt;br /&gt;eu levo pa tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leva pra mim gg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;você sabe que o mundo está na iminência do fim quando alguém consegue fazer CK assistir outro seriado que não Lost... Aliás, quando alguém consegue fazer com que qualquer pessoa vicie em GOSSIP GIRL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7177377155981511082?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7177377155981511082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7177377155981511082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7177377155981511082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7177377155981511082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-orgulhando-sempre.html' title='me orgulhando sempre!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4844905845395650442</id><published>2009-03-25T18:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:22:24.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plano de saúde pra quem tem saúde</title><content type='html'>Então... eu, meus pais e meus irmãos fomos chutados sem razão aparente de nosso plano de saúde no fim do ano passado. Depois de muitas pesquisas, decidimos pelo Real saúde. FIzemos uma tal de perícia [o que eu acho um absurdo; perícia num é aquilo que fazem com os mortos?]. Bem, passado o momento de indignação com o nome do negócio, entrei no consultório do médico que me examinaria. O tal médico só pegou um papel com uma lista enorme de doenças comuns e foi me perguntando se eu tinha ou não. Cinco minutos depois eu estava saindo da sala do bonitão! O que adorei mesmo foi a espera de duas horas pra ser atendida! proporção deliciosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí que uns dias depois, me dizem que o maldito plano NÃO nos aceitou! Ainda tou na dúvida se foi porque eu disse que eu tinha dermatofibrose e havia me operado três vezes ou se porque eu precisava de fisioterapia... ENFIM, procuramos outro maldito plano e ontem fiz a perícia.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo a perícia [que foi tão babaca quanto a primeira]: não tomo remédios constantemente, NUNCA me operei e não tenho nenhum tipo de problema de saúde! Ah, aliás, tenho... cólicas todo fim de mês! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado da perícia? Bem, basta dizer que em 48 horas eu posso me consultar no quinto dos infernos que o plano cobrirá! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4844905845395650442?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4844905845395650442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4844905845395650442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4844905845395650442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4844905845395650442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lençol eu posso, porque VAI FAZER CALOR ASSIM na China!&lt;br /&gt;Então tudo o que faço é reviver o show do Radiohead com a cara no ventilador enquanto como os milhares de bombons que comprei na Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que é vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2420971094398833310?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2420971094398833310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2420971094398833310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2420971094398833310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2302086354735448154</id><published>2009-02-19T01:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:06:24.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra rir quando tiver morrendo de ódio do mundo</title><content type='html'>(04:29) C: going to bed yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:30) K: sweet dreams yes fringeo? &lt;br /&gt;(04:30) C:  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(04:30) C: ok spikeo &lt;br /&gt;(04:30) K: que horas são? &lt;br /&gt;(04:31) C: quatro e meia yes? =x &lt;br /&gt;(04:31) K: 4.... and a half&lt;br /&gt;(04:31) C: yes &lt;br /&gt;(04:31) K: I'm pro  &lt;br /&gt;(04:31) C: orly? &lt;br /&gt;(04:32) K: sete e meia sim?&lt;br /&gt;(04:32) C: bom garoto, yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:32) K: sim  &lt;br /&gt;(04:33) K: boa noite &lt;br /&gt;(04:33) C: boa noite yes?&lt;br /&gt;vá dormir também, yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:33) K: not yet ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:34) C: what does arson means? &lt;br /&gt;(04:34) K: setting fire to something on purpose &lt;br /&gt;(04:34) C: aaaaaaaah &lt;br /&gt;(04:36) C: fui yes?&lt;br /&gt;(04:37) K: visit the site please &lt;br /&gt;http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/wildhair.htm&lt;br /&gt;(04:37) C: bai yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:38) K:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/wildhair.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/wildhair.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/wildhair.htm&lt;br /&gt;(04:39) C:  hum...&lt;br /&gt;(04:39) K: whaaaaat &lt;br /&gt;(04:39) C: its taking ages &lt;br /&gt;(04:39) K: O_O&lt;br /&gt;go to bed  &lt;br /&gt;(04:40) C: now loaded&lt;br /&gt;it was some bug in ff&lt;br /&gt;(04:40) C: http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/images/wildha15.jpg &lt;br /&gt;(04:41) C: female xuxu  &lt;br /&gt;(04:41) K: [no] &lt;br /&gt;(04:41) C: http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/images/wildha21.jpg&lt;br /&gt;female xuxu [2]&lt;br /&gt;(04:41) C: http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/images/barins4.jpg wow yes?&lt;br /&gt;(04:42) K: i knew you'd click the next link  &lt;br /&gt;(04:42) K: boa noite garota  &lt;br /&gt;(04:42) C:  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(04:42) K: stop looking at the steep road &lt;br /&gt;(04:42) C: pare de me chutar  &lt;br /&gt;(04:44) K: going to get tea yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:44) K: goodnight yes&lt;br /&gt; =****&lt;br /&gt;(04:44) C: nooo&lt;br /&gt;waitttttttt &lt;br /&gt;(04:44) K: for what O_o  &lt;br /&gt;(04:44) C: resulted in their being mummified.&lt;br /&gt;is that right?  &lt;br /&gt;(04:45) C: shouldnt it be them? &lt;br /&gt;(04:45) K: either &lt;br /&gt;(04:45) C: that's so weird  &lt;br /&gt;(04:45) K: Anything else  &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) C: ok, dismissed&lt;br /&gt; hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;(04:46) K:  &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;(04:46) C: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;go swim yes?&lt;br /&gt;(04:46) K: go bake in your oven &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) C: let me sleep please  &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) K: 28&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;28 &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) C: hauhauauhhauhuauhahuahuauhauhauhauhauhauhauhuha &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) K: you'll be ready to eat in the morning ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:46) C: HAHUAUHAUHAUHAHUAUHAUHAUHAHUAUHHUAUHAUHAHUAUHAHUAHUAHUAUHAHUAHUAUHAUHAHUAUHUHAHUAHUA &lt;br /&gt;(04:47) K: fui  &lt;br /&gt;(04:47) C: it's still dark ok? i wont be ready to eat in the morning....  &lt;br /&gt;(04:47) K: 28&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;28 &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) K: the sun is gone but its 28 &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) C: watch out yes? the water downstairs are ice already &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) K: the sun is here and its 28 &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) C: dont frozen please&lt;br /&gt;*freeze&lt;br /&gt;(04:48) K: i wont frozen ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) C: it's late ok? MM$&lt;br /&gt;(04:48) K: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MM$ &lt;br /&gt;(04:48) C: &gt;P&lt;br /&gt; hunf&lt;br /&gt;(04:48) K: fui MM$&lt;br /&gt;=***&lt;br /&gt;(04:49) C: watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze &lt;br /&gt;watch out, you'll freeze  &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) K: chance of thunderstorms ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) C: GO&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;GOO&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;OG&lt;br /&gt;OG&lt;br /&gt;OGOG&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGOG &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) K: let me sleep please &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) C: yes, please&lt;br /&gt;(04:49) K:   &lt;br /&gt;82 °F / 28 °C&lt;br /&gt;Scattered Clouds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) C: fui yes frozen boy &lt;br /&gt;(04:49) K: gogogo &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) C: lies ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) C: fui &lt;br /&gt;behave please&lt;br /&gt;(04:50) K: muito fui&lt;br /&gt;(04:50) C: hahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;(04:50) K: muito bye &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) C: hauauhhauuhauhauhauha &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) K: muito goodnight &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) K: that that that ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) C: why muito please?  &lt;br /&gt;(04:50) K: gogogog &lt;br /&gt;(04:51) C: raining yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:51) K: muito chuva &lt;br /&gt;(04:51) C:  hahahahahh&lt;br /&gt;(04:51) K:  hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;(04:51) C: behave&lt;br /&gt;stopped already&lt;br /&gt;(04:51) K: muito short &lt;br /&gt;(04:51) C:  hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;(04:51) C: não, calça =x&lt;br /&gt;(04:51) K: são, fui  &lt;br /&gt;(04:52) K: muito sao fui nao?&lt;br /&gt;gogogo &lt;br /&gt;(04:52) C: calça means trousers yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:52) K: please make more sense in pt&lt;br /&gt;mine is muito perfect &lt;br /&gt;(04:52) C: short ok?  &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) K: muito tchauzinho &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) C: short, calça &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) C: behave &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) K: gogogogo&lt;br /&gt;parabens&lt;br /&gt;me esqueci &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) C: that means aquilo please &lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAUHAHUAUHHUAHUAHUAUHAHUAHUAHUAUHAH&lt;br /&gt;stooooooooooooooooooop it &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) K: saude &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) C: HAHAHAHAHHAH &lt;br /&gt;(04:53) K: claro que sim  &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) C: HUAHUAHUAUHUAHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUAHAUHAHUAUHAUHA &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) K: como? &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) K: muito fui sim?&lt;br /&gt;gogogo &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) C: i cant laugh loud  &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) K: trying opening your mouth  &lt;br /&gt;(04:54) C: fui ok?  &lt;br /&gt;(04:55) C: comporte-se menino! &lt;br /&gt;(04:55) K: muito vamos &lt;br /&gt;(04:55) C: saí&lt;br /&gt;(04:55) K: fala zzz &lt;br /&gt;(04:55) C:  hahahahaaaaha&lt;br /&gt;(04:56) K: je suis muito thirsty &lt;br /&gt;(04:56) C:  hhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;(04:56) C: eu estou com muita sede &lt;br /&gt;(04:56) K: nao  &lt;br /&gt;(04:56) K: eu sou de rio &lt;br /&gt;(04:56) C: eu estou com sono &lt;br /&gt;(04:56) C: do yes?  &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: nao falo ingles &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) C: you say eu sou do rio &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: adeus ok?&lt;br /&gt;ate amanha &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) C: adeus is too sad ok? &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: muito obrigado  &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: ate logo &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) C: behaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: por favor vamos &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) C: até logo &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) K: muito por favor &lt;br /&gt;(04:57) C: stooooop it &lt;br /&gt;(04:58) K: bem-vindo &lt;br /&gt;(04:58) K: tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;(04:59) C: tchau tchau yes? &lt;br /&gt;(04:59) K: tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(04:59) C: gogogo to your chá yes?&lt;br /&gt;fui &lt;br /&gt;(04:59) C: ~~~~~~~~~~~/o/ &lt;br /&gt;(04:59) K: muito sim&lt;br /&gt;gogogo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2960292650095353620</id><published>2009-02-09T20:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:03:36.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alheio(a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I walk barefoot where the water drowns the sand&lt;br /&gt;With you no longer here to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ocean makes my swollen heart feel small&lt;br /&gt;With the sounds it makes, you won’t hear it, if I call&lt;br /&gt;There’s a calm under the waves&lt;br /&gt;As I choose to sink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;I could fall here instead&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a calm under the waves&lt;br /&gt;So I choose to sink&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que quero saber é se algum dia isso vai passar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2960292650095353620?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2960292650095353620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2960292650095353620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2960292650095353620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2960292650095353620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/02/alheioa.html' title='alheio(a)'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2873861621284150808</id><published>2009-02-05T23:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:39:17.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>universo, cérebro, calor... tudo alí!</title><content type='html'>C: &lt;br /&gt;i'd love to see the scientists discovering the end of the universe&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: &lt;br /&gt;suicidial girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;oh, not in that wayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;they say it's endless yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;you mean the borders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;but i believe there's something bigger that holds the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;you only dont believe that because the human mind can't fathom infinity yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be alive when they discover it&lt;br /&gt;it's endless... if there's something bigger that holds universe, there will probably exist another thing even bigger to hold it&lt;br /&gt;so it will be endless anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;and that's when my brain starts to melt /heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;thats just the hot weather ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2873861621284150808?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2873861621284150808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2174959297467788709</id><published>2009-02-01T01:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:20:34.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breu</title><content type='html'>Ando procurando pelo seu olhar... Clareou o dia e você desapareceu na estrada, no vento ou qualquer outra rota estelar, na ilha deserta ou no inverno do norte europeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando ruas, beijos ao luar. Velejando bocas, loucas pra beijar. Mar e o oceano, e a onda que veio e bateu, lembra a distância entre o seu mundo e o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aluguel venceu, meu time jogou, tudo aqui é seu e você não ligou.&lt;br /&gt;De manhã choveu, o carro enguiçou, o sinal fechou, o amor não percebeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo todo dia e noites a vagar, solto no descaso, preso em seu mirar.&lt;br /&gt;Na dança do tempo só você, meu bem, é que não viu. &lt;br /&gt;Durmo sabendo que você não vai voltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2174959297467788709?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2174959297467788709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2174959297467788709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2174959297467788709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2174959297467788709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2009/02/breu.html' title='Breu'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3294687596036348374</id><published>2008-12-18T02:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:33:56.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>antídoto</title><content type='html'>ck diz (02:29):&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;deram um move no rosto dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (02:30):&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAAAHAHH&lt;br /&gt;é&lt;br /&gt;pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ck diz (02:30):&lt;br /&gt;UHAHUAUHAHAUHAUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (02:30):&lt;br /&gt;não fizeram um agenciamento adequado&lt;br /&gt;HAUAHUAUHAUHAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ck diz (02:31):&lt;br /&gt;nao mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era só disso que eu precisava, só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3294687596036348374?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3294687596036348374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3294687596036348374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3294687596036348374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3294687596036348374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/12/antdoto.html' title='antídoto'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1419115488753070507</id><published>2008-12-18T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:15:09.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>que não seja um deja vu</title><content type='html'>e aquele velho medo de ver o mesmo filme se repetindo só que bem mais perto de mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7119252127676054729</id><published>2008-11-09T18:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:58:19.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>Acordei hoje sem a habitual dor em meu ombro direito, e nem senti a necessidade de ficar apoiando ele nos cantos... Pensei que tinha tomado mais anestésico que o normal, pra não estar sentindo nada. Até que comecei a tentar mecher meu braço e incrivelmente não senti ele travando ou a dor de como se eu tivesse tentando levantar um peso de 100kg. Comecei a perceber que eu estava fazendo todos os movimentos sem o menor esforço! Foi lindo! Eu até consegui andar com ele estirado junto ao corpo como qualquer outra pessoa normal! E a sensação de felicidade e vitória foi tomando conta de mim... eu poderia nadar de costas, se eu quisesse! Eu poderia ficar com o braço virado pra trás sem nenhum esforço!&lt;br /&gt;Foi aí que ouvi minha mãe me chamando e saí correndo e gritando e aí abro os olhos a vejo olhando pra mim&lt;br /&gt;"Carol? o almoço tá pronto, levante-se e vamos comer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí sim voltei a sentir tudo de novo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7119252127676054729?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7119252127676054729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7119252127676054729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7119252127676054729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7119252127676054729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5191018026312563212</id><published>2008-11-04T04:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:47:16.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só uma coisa:</title><content type='html'>que dessa vez eu não me decepcione, porque puta merda, de garotos idiotas já me basta!&lt;br /&gt;meu caderninho tá cheio, e tou cansada de ser magoada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, cara, por que não sou lesbica, hein? ¬¬*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5191018026312563212?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5191018026312563212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5191018026312563212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5191018026312563212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5191018026312563212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/11/s-uma-coisa.html' title='só uma coisa:'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-9163457876440174008</id><published>2008-11-01T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:03:26.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>e mais uma vez...</title><content type='html'>Eu tava aqui tentando não pensar no seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Mas me peguei sonhando com sua voz ao pé do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;E te liguei&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro tão ferida, mas te vejo ai também em carne viva&lt;br /&gt;Será que não tem jeito?&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor ainda nem nasceu direito, pra morrer assim&lt;br /&gt;Se você pudesse ter me ouvido um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Se você tivesse tido calma pra esperar&lt;br /&gt;Se você quisesse poderia reverter&lt;br /&gt;Se você crescesse e então se desculpasse&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você soubesse o quanto eu ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;Me mata essa vontade de querer tomar você num gole só&lt;br /&gt;Me dói essa lembrança das suas mãos em minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;Sob o sol da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Você já me dizia: conheço bem as suas expressões&lt;br /&gt;Você já me sorria ao final de todas as minhas canções&lt;br /&gt;Então por que?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-9163457876440174008?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/9163457876440174008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=9163457876440174008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9163457876440174008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9163457876440174008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-mais-uma-vez.html' title='e mais uma vez...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4417944079999459636</id><published>2008-10-16T20:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:34:58.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>orguuulho, mamain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;10/16/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porto divulga nome de empresa para projeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Uma das mais aguardadas obras de infra-estrutura portuária da Capital, enfim, deve retomar o fôlego após um hiato de estagnação provocado por intervenções jurídicas. Ontem, a presidência do Porto do Recife homologou a contratação da Raposo Arquitetos Ltda, empresa vencedora da licitação para executar os projetos arquitetônico e executivo do Terminal Marítimo de Passageiros. O serviço custará R$ 129 mil e terá 80 dias para conclusão. O empreendimento ocupará 2  mil metros quadrados do armazém sete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Queremos em novembro, no máximo, já estarmos licitando a empresa construtora. Em janeiro de 2009 as obras deverão ser iniciadas”, garantiu o presidente do Porto do Recife, Alexandre Catão. Semana passada, ele reuniu-se com o ministro da Secretaria Especial de Portos, Pedro Brito, de quem obteve a perspectiva de liberação, em breve, dos R$ 2,5 milhões em recursos para execução completa das obras do terminal de passageiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A planta poderá ter um primeiro andar, mas já é certo  que a área, além de servir para embarque e desembarque de turistas, terá postos da Polícia e Receita Federal e da Agência Nacional de Vigilância Sanitária (Anvisa). O terminal, segundo Catão, possibilitará um incremento de 20% no fluxo de passageiros na alta estação de 2009 / 2010. Entre os meses de outubro e abril passados, o Recife recebeu 78 navios cruzeiros, com 40 mil pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4417944079999459636?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4417944079999459636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4417944079999459636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4417944079999459636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4417944079999459636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/10/orguuulho-mamain.html' title='orguuulho, mamain!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3186950901548798137</id><published>2008-10-15T19:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:44:53.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>and you still have all of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3186950901548798137?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3186950901548798137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3186950901548798137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3186950901548798137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3186950901548798137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-you-still-have-all-of-me_15.html' title='and you still have all of me'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-8309367818364124883</id><published>2008-10-10T13:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:41:57.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bolsa? quem precisa dela?!</title><content type='html'>Você é viciado em investimentos só que nesses tempos de crise é um pouco arriscado demais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a solução pros seus problemas! Assine um Oi Conta Total e torça pra que o excelente sistema deles mande 5 contas em 2 meses, pague todas elas, vá ao procon/anatel/pequenas causas e receba tudo em dobro! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá aí um investimento com rendimento garantido!&lt;br /&gt;É garantido também dias de ligações, irritações, raivas e xingamentos a atendentes estúpidos e incapazes mas... são ossos do ofício, né? Não poderia ser perfeito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8309367818364124883?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8309367818364124883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8309367818364124883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8309367818364124883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8309367818364124883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/10/bolsa-quem-precisa-dela.html' title='bolsa? quem precisa dela?!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4924136234081336955</id><published>2008-10-02T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:26:40.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>existe alguém mais chato?</title><content type='html'>Carol diz:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Kelv diz:&lt;br /&gt;what yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz:&lt;br /&gt;2 mins of gray's and i'm already crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Kelv diz:&lt;br /&gt;noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz:&lt;br /&gt;btw, let me tel youuu /yay&lt;br /&gt;last season finally meredith and derek got together&lt;br /&gt;at the last minute of the last season&lt;br /&gt;so he asked her to wait for him at his place while he went to the hospital take some stuff and then he'd meet her&lt;br /&gt;so this season it starts with meredith saying that happy endings are for fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;and she's still waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;but then she receives a call from her friends telling her that derek had an acident and when she got to the hospital he died&lt;br /&gt;/TT&lt;br /&gt;that's when i started to cry /heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Kelv diz:&lt;br /&gt;are you in the wrong box?&lt;br /&gt;/heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz:&lt;br /&gt;[shush your face mulato]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, creio que não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4924136234081336955?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4924136234081336955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4924136234081336955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4924136234081336955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4924136234081336955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/10/existe-algum-mais-chato.html' title='existe alguém mais chato?'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-295653202108283812</id><published>2008-09-25T03:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:07:32.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarra é ela!</title><content type='html'>Cara, tem artista que insiste em ser estiloso e acaba passando a linha entre o estiloso e o bizarro... Tipo a Imogen no dia do &lt;a href="http://mmmwhatyousay.com/imogen_heap.jpg"&gt;Grammy&lt;/a&gt;, ou nas infinitas vezes que ela usa aquele cabelo que parece que um gato andou "afofando" ele infinitamente. Aliás acho que essa de fazer ninhos no cabelo é uma vaibe britânica... Pode reparar, TODA cantora britanica uma vez na vida já se rendeu ao erm.. penteado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não ache Imogen deveras estilosa, mas botou aquele ninho na cabeça, mamigo, morga tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, toda essa enrolação pra falar de alguém que SEMPRE alopra na "estilosidade"; &lt;a href="http://www.arjanwrites.com/arjanwrites/images/2008/01/08/arjanwrites_rm_ykmb.jpg"&gt;Róisín Murphy&lt;/a&gt;! Tipo, não foi uma, duas ou três vezes na vida que ela aloprou não... é assim... SEMPRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sério... vejam o &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/R%C3%B3is%C3%ADn+Murphy/+images?page=1"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt; dela no lastfm e me digam o que acham! (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-295653202108283812?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/295653202108283812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=295653202108283812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/295653202108283812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/295653202108283812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/bizarra-ela.html' title='bizarra é ela!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2547982063159733470</id><published>2008-09-24T10:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:49:20.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing rooms</title><content type='html'>Minha mãe é a pessoa mais viciada no programa &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/homes/tv_and_radio/cr_index.shtml"&gt;Changing Rooms&lt;/a&gt; da face da terra, seguida por mim. Aí hoje enquanto assistiamos a um dos episódios da série, eis que surge a conversa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mãe, se tu participasse de um episódio desse programa e &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HN_jkTbObHg/R_fnVJu0T7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEzemZLSy6I/s1600-h/Oliver+Heath+1.JPG"&gt;Oliver Heath&lt;/a&gt; fosse um dos decoradores, tu preferiria trabalhar com ele na outra casa ou que ele trabalhasse na tua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu escolheria trabalhar com ele, lógico!&lt;br /&gt;... Tu acha que eu não iria preferir ficar dois dias com um pão daquele do meu lado?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHUAHAHUAHAHAHUAHUAUHUHA&lt;br /&gt;minha mãe é a melhor! Arriscar a decoração da casa dela por dois dias com &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HN_jkTbObHg/R_fnVJu0T7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEzemZLSy6I/s1600-h/Oliver+Heath+1.JPG"&gt;Oliver&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2547982063159733470?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2547982063159733470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2547982063159733470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2547982063159733470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2547982063159733470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/changing-rooms.html' title='Changing rooms'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1730826045410883963</id><published>2008-09-19T06:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:51:05.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quanto ao teu fantasma, procuro-o intimamente pela cidade</title><content type='html'>... uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver apesar de. Apesar de, se deve comer. Apesar de, se deve amar. Apesar de, se deve morrer. Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente. Foi o apesar de que me deu uma angústia que insatisfeita foi a criadora de minha própria vida. Foi apesar de que parei na rua e fiquei olhando para você enquanto você esperava um táxi. E desde logo desejando você, esse teu corpo que nem sequer é bonito, mas é o corpo que eu quero. Mas quero inteira, com a alma também. Por isso, não faz mal que você não venha, espararei quanto tempo for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, Clarice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1730826045410883963?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1730826045410883963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1730826045410883963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1730826045410883963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1730826045410883963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/quanto-ao-teu-fantasma-procuro-o.html' title='quanto ao teu fantasma, procuro-o intimamente pela cidade'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1914388516228106105</id><published>2008-09-09T19:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:21:39.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>now and then</title><content type='html'>No, your decision made me no good, it only made me imagine how it would be if we were together. It would be so much better if we kept together, so I could've been disappointed slowly by you, feeling the rage slowly, getting away from you slowly... I would get used to your absence slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I would have at least something to rely on, I would have a wound [or some] to take care of, and to remind me how I've suffered and how it was bad. But no, today I need the remembrance of something unpleasant, but I only have good memories in my mind, and that is enough to annoy me a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;I need the bad memories to remain entire, to be able to hate you, to not miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1914388516228106105?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1914388516228106105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1914388516228106105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1914388516228106105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1914388516228106105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-and-then.html' title='now and then'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4060451331135936044</id><published>2008-09-09T16:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:51:02.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>always a pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I'm a delusion angel / I'm a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don't want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we're going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river/ Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I carry you / You'll carry me / That's how it could be / Don't you know me? / Don't you know me by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4060451331135936044?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4060451331135936044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4060451331135936044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4060451331135936044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4060451331135936044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/always-pumpkin.html' title='always a pumpkin'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6185791184147712807</id><published>2008-09-09T02:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:59:46.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amantes do círculo polar</title><content type='html'>I could tell my life story as a train of coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, continuo a espera de minha casualidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6185791184147712807?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6185791184147712807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6185791184147712807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6185791184147712807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6185791184147712807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/09/amantes-do-crculo-polar.html' title='amantes do círculo polar'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2297597222853256816</id><published>2008-08-29T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:47:29.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://br.noticias.yahoo.com/s/27082008/25/manchetes-cdh-senado-aprova-cota-negros-empresas.html"&gt;Cota para negros é aprovada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um viva ao brasil, que pede desculpas pelos séculos de preconceito, com mais preconceito (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2297597222853256816?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2297597222853256816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2297597222853256816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2297597222853256816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2297597222853256816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/cota-para-negros-aprovada-um-viva-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4409047510182909610</id><published>2008-08-26T01:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:11:41.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>switching off and on</title><content type='html'>Now I can't get out I'm trapped inside of it I won't let go Pain keeps driving it, I I only hope and wait  That I can make you pay Keep pushing, keep I keep pushin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the best I could I learned to sacrifice I've got to make it work This time away has done me good It's a change from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep switching me off and on and off and on and off&lt;br /&gt;I've put myself back together&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone too long beyond, the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;You thought I could feel forever&lt;br /&gt;Keep switching me off and on and off and on and off&lt;br /&gt;I've put myself back together&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone too long beyond, the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;I've got my life back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't turn back I'm sick and tired of it The love broke down I've rewired it I'm only human, babe You let the feeling fade Keep pushing Till I've reached the other ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to make it right When every door was closed Your love is all I had I tried to make an honest man, o-o-oh&lt;br /&gt;I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wired to the sun like a laser beam&lt;br /&gt;Power serge, come feel the energy&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting it shine again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Keg4FQx-NdI"&gt;Róisín Murphy&lt;/a&gt; 's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4409047510182909610?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4409047510182909610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4409047510182909610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4409047510182909610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4409047510182909610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/switching-off-and-on.html' title='switching off and on'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5692485917462832132</id><published>2008-08-14T14:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:58:05.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cada coisa no seu momento</title><content type='html'>Ontem brinquei de sentir saudades de você, me permiti relembrar das histórias, descobertas, brincadeiras e passeios; aí foi fácil me pegar sorrindo comigo mesma... foi como um sonho bom, mas nada além disso. E exatamente alí em meio a tantos devaneios que percebi; não me arrependo de nada, nem do fim. E depois disso tudo, foi bom voltar pro presente de novo. Decididamente resolvida com meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5692485917462832132?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5692485917462832132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5692485917462832132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5692485917462832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5692485917462832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/cada-coisa-no-seu-momento.html' title='cada coisa no seu momento'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4390812173104842884</id><published>2008-08-11T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:18:13.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah se mamain pensasse assim...</title><content type='html'>"Um homem precisa viajar, por sua conta, não por meio de estórias, imagens, livros ou TV. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés para entender o que é seu, para um dia plantar as suas próprias árvores e dar-lhes valor, conhecer o frio para desfrutar do calor, e o oposto; sentir a distância e desabrigo para estar bem sobre o próprio teto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece pra quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como imaginamos e não simplesmente como é, que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos e simplesmente ir ver."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4390812173104842884?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4390812173104842884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4390812173104842884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4390812173104842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4390812173104842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-se-mamain-pensasse-assim.html' title='Ah se mamain pensasse assim...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7968627145298165511</id><published>2008-08-09T01:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:58:33.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o que colocaram em nossa água pra aparecer um arco-íris tão perto do chão?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1825469"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1825469" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;americanos são realmente estúpidos &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1825469"&gt;OMG DE VERDADE MESMO&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou assistindo este video ha pelo menos 30 minutos, e ainda não acredito que alguém possa se passar a esse ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela só tenha se frustrado por não ter encontrado ouro no fim do arco-íris, né?&lt;br /&gt;[não me venham com "roleplay"]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7968627145298165511?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7968627145298165511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7968627145298165511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7968627145298165511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7968627145298165511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-que-colocaram-em-nossa-gua-pra.html' title='o que colocaram em nossa água pra aparecer um arco-íris tão perto do chão?!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3687862304650782444</id><published>2008-08-06T22:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:54:14.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de arquiteta à designer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SJpSl_3JUVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hi7eFHb1JP4/s1600-h/zahashoes234red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SJpSl_3JUVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hi7eFHb1JP4/s320/zahashoes234red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584729895620946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[créditos da foto -e cópia do post-, para &lt;a href="http://long-shot.net/maybe"&gt;mimo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;SIIIIIIIIM! depois de milênios, eis que a Melissa desenhada pela arquiteta iraquiana Zaha Hadid surge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo achei bem feinha, mas passado o choque, comecei a achar linda! E essas sandálias me lembram muito os edifícios planejados por ela! Se ela fizesse um edifício com essa melissa, ficaria legal [ok, não] XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas devo admitir, até me deu uma vontade de comprá-las! Mas não por 200 libras! ainda não dei em minha mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/27765367@N08/2613961564"&gt;making-off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2613127443_fc1cb32452.jpg?v=0"&gt;sandálias gigantes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/fashion/article4418375.ece"&gt;mais sobre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3687862304650782444?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3687862304650782444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3687862304650782444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3687862304650782444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3687862304650782444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-arquiteta-designer.html' title='de arquiteta à designer'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SJpSl_3JUVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hi7eFHb1JP4/s72-c/zahashoes234red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-8140607852634047179</id><published>2008-07-27T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:27:45.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>motivos x)</title><content type='html'>“Não é só ele." Ela juntou os lábios em defesa. “Eu queria que você pudesse ver como&lt;br /&gt;se move perto dele."&lt;br /&gt;“O que você quer dizer?”&lt;br /&gt;“A forma como você se move – você se orienta ao redor dele sem nem sequer pensar&lt;br /&gt;nisso. Quando ele se move, mesmo que um pouco, você ajusta a sua posição ao&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tempo. Como imãs... ou gravidade. Você é como um satélite, ou algo assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vi nada parecido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain, ain... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8140607852634047179?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8140607852634047179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8140607852634047179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8140607852634047179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8140607852634047179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/motivos-x.html' title='motivos x)'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4356634862320687703</id><published>2008-07-25T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:35:21.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3° capítulo</title><content type='html'>E a coisa que parecia ser tão óbvia pra todo mundo -menos pra mim- se concretizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era algo impossível de se manter, aqueles dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O tempo passa. Mesmo quando isso parece impossível. Mesmo&lt;br /&gt;quando cada tique do relógio faz sua cabeça doer como se fosse um&lt;br /&gt;fluxo de sangue passando por uma ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele passa desigual, em estranhos solavancos e levando a calmaria&lt;br /&gt;embora, mas ele passa. Mesmo pra mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim, sempre fui muito Bella com relação a acreditar, fantasiar e abrir mão de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;todos parecem conhecer seus limites e reconhecer quando parar, menos eu... e ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá licença que preciso de água, muita água pra aguentar esse livro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4356634862320687703?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4356634862320687703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4356634862320687703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4356634862320687703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4356634862320687703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-captulo.html' title='3° capítulo'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2102937705705550863</id><published>2008-07-24T15:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:48:33.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>assim, sem mais nem menos...</title><content type='html'>O cartório eleitoral, a visita à casa de Ana e minha sessão da fisio que me perdoem, mas eu vou passar esta tarde na companhia de Edward! S2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2102937705705550863?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2102937705705550863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2102937705705550863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2102937705705550863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/2102937705705550863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/assim-sem-mais-nem-menos.html' title='assim, sem mais nem menos...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5777262078885125508</id><published>2008-07-22T21:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:19:58.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>deveria ser proibido</title><content type='html'>ser tão irritantemente muito legal assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5777262078885125508?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5777262078885125508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5777262078885125508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5777262078885125508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5777262078885125508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/deveria-ser-proibido.html' title='deveria ser proibido'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6751714859691532300</id><published>2008-07-20T00:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:32:01.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>menine!</title><content type='html'>Se Maurício pode arranjar um loiro gatcheenyo pra ele, eu sou a que mais posso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6751714859691532300?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6751714859691532300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6751714859691532300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6751714859691532300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6751714859691532300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/menine.html' title='menine!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-8598829036153167857</id><published>2008-07-14T04:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:46:09.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>we love brazil!</title><content type='html'>-did you have to do cooking at school there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nooo, we don't have it, nor sewing orrr any of this girl stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we had to do that too, and woodwork, andddddd electronics... soldering yes?&lt;br /&gt;andddd dissecting things in science&lt;br /&gt;you must've had to do that yes?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i only had the common disciplines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-science is common&lt;br /&gt;everybody has to do it yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by that i mean science, maths, physics hmmm&lt;br /&gt;we only see things in books yes?&lt;br /&gt;that's why school was so boring&lt;br /&gt;the only cool thing i did once&lt;br /&gt;was to test my urine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, cara, mas isso me da um odio tao profundo!&lt;br /&gt;Me da vontade de voltar no tempo e mandar deus me mandar pra um pais decente, onde se preocupassem de verdade com as pessoas que moram nele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8598829036153167857?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8598829036153167857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8598829036153167857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8598829036153167857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8598829036153167857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-love-brazil.html' title='we love brazil!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7899108313838124568</id><published>2008-07-12T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:36:16.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora era fatal...</title><content type='html'>A pior coisa que existe é admitir.&lt;br /&gt;Admitir que é incapaz,&lt;br /&gt;Admitir que não consegue,&lt;br /&gt;Admitir que está apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso traz consequências... Geralmente consequências não muito boas, e assim, se tenta voltar ao tempo em que aquilo não era uma opção, ao tempo em que aquilo não era aceitável. Só que depois que se admite algo, não se pode simplesmente "desadmitir" e voltar ao estatus anterior, seria muito conveniente... E falando em conveniência, eu seria a pessoa mais feliz se existisse um tipo de "system restore" pra vida! Não existe coisa que eu possa querer mais do que um system restore pra o começo da semana passada... ou até, se fosse possível, pra fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas bem, infelizmente terei que viver com as coisas que admiti, não só pra mim, mas para os outros também, o que torna tudo muito mais complexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, maldita segunda-feira!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ok, tudo tem seu tempo, tudo irá se resolver... pro bem ou pro mal, irá se resolver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7899108313838124568?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7899108313838124568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7899108313838124568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7899108313838124568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7899108313838124568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/agora-era-fatal.html' title='Agora era fatal...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-980230141467971189</id><published>2008-07-09T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:49:57.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um martir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A paixão precisa do incêndio, da exposição, de um alimentar constante como  uma fornalha que gera energia em uma máquina, precisa ter suas necessidades  atendidas, tem urgência, não pode parar quieta para perceber o que está  acontecendo, porém no momento em que o combustível termina, que o estímulo cessa  ou se cansa, esse suposto amor toma o rumo contrário e se sente roubado e  traído. A pessoa percebe sua intimidade exposta, se sente rejeitada e à menor  perspectiva de ver o outro feliz sem seu amor é imensamente dolorosa e  perturbadora, como se estivesse sendo logrado apesar de te ser se doado tanto e  até o que às vezes nem tinha para si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-980230141467971189?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/980230141467971189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=980230141467971189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/980230141467971189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/980230141467971189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-martir.html' title='um martir'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4476098150813422936</id><published>2008-06-26T05:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:39:15.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginem minha surpresa</title><content type='html'>ao descobrir que a lenda de que tem wireless no CAC não é uma lenda?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juro que procurei pelo G3, mas não encontrei!&lt;div 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Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-9063914806310854292</id><published>2008-06-22T22:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:49:25.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad brazilians, no public spaces for you!</title><content type='html'>Vou te dizer... hoje eu agradeço por não termos um espaço público de qualidade! porque se tivessemos, [e tivessemos a cultura de utilizá-los], eles estariam entupidos de pagodeiros com seus "carrões" e suas super caixas de som tocando "chupa, chupa, chupa, chupa que é de uva" a todas as alturas e sem mencionar o churrasquinho de rato e a sujeira que tudo isso iria deixar pros garis das primeiras horas da segunda-feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que hoje, um taxista idiota resolveu aproveitar o espaço público pra botar músicas idiotas pra tocar no meu pé do ouvido as 10 da madrugada!!! ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-9063914806310854292?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/9063914806310854292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=9063914806310854292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9063914806310854292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9063914806310854292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-bad-brazilians-no-public-spaces-for.html' title='bad bad brazilians, no public spaces for you!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7285054064585579438</id><published>2008-06-21T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:17:23.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>neurastenias de noites sabadísticas</title><content type='html'>e as certezas se foram, os olhos não se fixam em mais nada e as pernas começam a mexer-se involuntariamente. a vontade louca é de correr, dançar, gritar e girar, e de novo procurar uma tesoura pra cortar o cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, que hoje tá impossível, viu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7285054064585579438?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7285054064585579438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7285054064585579438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7285054064585579438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7285054064585579438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/neurastenias-de-noites-sabadsticas.html' title='neurastenias de noites sabadísticas'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7452515170202346063</id><published>2008-06-20T12:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:41:45.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sérios problemas de comunicação</title><content type='html'>"YEEEEEEEEY, MÃE, LÚCIA, AQUELA BRUXA DEU 9,0 PRA GENTE EM PU!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;".............." *continua andando em direção a seu quarto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela teve umas aulinhas de hostilidade com Lúcia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso que -deveria- me estimula mais e mais a fazer as coisas, é essa indiferença que me encoraja a melhorar sempre... né? =T&lt;br /&gt;nunca vi uma maneira tão estranha de reconhecimento, de apoio e cumplicidade como essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7452515170202346063?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7452515170202346063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7452515170202346063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7452515170202346063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7452515170202346063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/srios-problemas-de-comunicao.html' title='sérios problemas de comunicação'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6738598123044815645</id><published>2008-06-15T18:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:08:24.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>impasses</title><content type='html'>Sun rising, still asleep&lt;br /&gt;Lay beside you, hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Last night, girl, like a dream&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good, sleepy smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas por que eu sou assim? por que a gente é assim?&lt;br /&gt;não, não dessa vez... de novo não, Carolina T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai como eu -odeio- pessoas misteriosas u.ú&lt;br /&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo gosto tanto! x)&lt;br /&gt;enfim, né... arqurb me espera&lt;br /&gt;e hidro&lt;br /&gt;e resistencia&lt;br /&gt;e... o que mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E agora, o que faremos?&lt;br /&gt;-Agora tu vai procurar ler coisas sobre a escola carioca de arquitetura modera e me ensinar depois.&lt;br /&gt;- Um lixo! Pronto, ensinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6738598123044815645?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6738598123044815645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6738598123044815645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6738598123044815645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6738598123044815645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/impasses.html' title='impasses'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1116687628548327404</id><published>2008-06-14T03:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:29:54.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e de novo</title><content type='html'>4 meses de inglês intensivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seria bom ter alguma evolução, que não fosse apenas a fluência na língua, ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1116687628548327404?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1116687628548327404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1116687628548327404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1116687628548327404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1116687628548327404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-de-novo.html' title='e de novo'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6612234259965671015</id><published>2008-06-10T00:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:15:04.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>adeus PU1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/nothing-better/pu-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/nothing-better/pu-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 páginas, 10.010 palavras e 40 horas depois... eis que nosso trabalho de PU fica pronto!&lt;br /&gt;já se tornou o orgulhinho da mamãe número 1! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6612234259965671015?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6612234259965671015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6612234259965671015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6612234259965671015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6612234259965671015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/adeus-pu1.html' title='adeus PU1!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5833777435307194060</id><published>2008-06-06T21:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:31:07.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>architecture is everywhere...</title><content type='html'>...even in desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (21:19):&lt;br /&gt;vou ali fazer morango pra mim&lt;br /&gt;.baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carol diz (21:19):&lt;br /&gt;fazer?&lt;br /&gt;comofas morango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (21:20):&lt;br /&gt;derreter chocolate&lt;br /&gt;.baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carol diz (21:21):&lt;br /&gt;aí brota o morango do chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (21:21):&lt;br /&gt;[p]&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer uma composição saboristicamente válida e engordisticamente relevante envolvendo morangos cortados em pedaços, chocolate derretido e bolas de sorvete, isto atenderá ao espírito de meu bucho&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carol diz (21:23):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;TU PERDEU TEMPO PRECIOSO DA VIDA PRA BOLAR ESSA FRASE, FOI?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5833777435307194060?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5833777435307194060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5833777435307194060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5833777435307194060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5833777435307194060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/architecture-is-everywhere.html' title='architecture is everywhere...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-103061731731339460</id><published>2008-06-04T01:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:29:55.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ladykiller</title><content type='html'>we look like lovers&lt;br /&gt;we sound like lovers&lt;br /&gt;but now we've had enough&lt;br /&gt;this is getting dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu gosto tanto!&lt;br /&gt;a ponto de comprar um donut só pra implicar que os doces daqui são melhores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-103061731731339460?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/103061731731339460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=103061731731339460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/103061731731339460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/103061731731339460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/ladykiller.html' title='ladykiller'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6711106966602965354</id><published>2008-05-29T04:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:53:23.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>música-tema de PU</title><content type='html'>as 5h da manhã e cantando&lt;br /&gt;"PUUUUUUUUUUUUU eu quero você como eu queroooooo&lt;br /&gt;longe do meu caminho, cê vai de mal a piooooor&lt;br /&gt;vem que eu te ensino como ser bem melhoooor&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;vou transformar seu rascunho em arte finaaaal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o melhor da madrugada é isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;mariana: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="1ft6"&gt;o que é q ta acntecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="1ftr" class="h8iICe"&gt;vc editou o arquivo e agoa nao abe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mimo, não me mate =*]&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/7711974679628299266-6711106966602965354?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6711106966602965354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6711106966602965354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6711106966602965354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6711106966602965354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica-tema-de-pu.html' title='música-tema de PU'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5811704072615872259</id><published>2008-05-27T02:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:30:14.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"bom dia"&lt;br /&gt;"bom dia"&lt;br /&gt;"err..."&lt;br /&gt;"bem, eu vou tomar um banho, e como eu sei que você não estará em meu quarto quando eu voltar... Adeus... qual o seu nome mesmo?"&lt;br /&gt;"...Steve"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Steve, bai bai"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5811704072615872259?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5811704072615872259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5811704072615872259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5811704072615872259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5811704072615872259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/bom-dia-bom-dia-err.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-628919743947674949</id><published>2008-05-23T21:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:27:12.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ótima atriz</title><content type='html'>bem que eu poderia ter uma merda de uma tendinite, nera? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seu corpo já está visivelmente fora do eixo"&lt;br /&gt;valeu (Y)&lt;br /&gt;tanta gente por aí precisando de um castigo, e eu aqui com essa merda injustamente&lt;br /&gt;aí você me diz: você não pode julgar quem deve ser castigado ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah mas eu posso sim! mas eu posso meeesmo!&lt;br /&gt;nunca saí da linha, nunca prejudiquei ninguém, nunca fiz nada de errado ou mau! nada o bastante pra merecer isso. nunca nem xinguei quem deveria muito ser xingado, então pronto!&lt;br /&gt;à merda esse tal de deus e à merda o tamoxifeno que não adianta de bosta nenhuma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-628919743947674949?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/628919743947674949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=628919743947674949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/628919743947674949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/628919743947674949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/tima-atriz.html' title='ótima atriz'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-8237679541874895648</id><published>2008-05-21T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:48:36.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cuspindo no prato que comeu</title><content type='html'>gu diz (10:46):&lt;br /&gt;eu quero juntar 200 reais em moedas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (10:46):&lt;br /&gt;/afasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gu diz (10:46):&lt;br /&gt;pra ir na mc donalds e trocar e ganhar 2 big mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (10:46):&lt;br /&gt;vai pedir no sinal&lt;br /&gt;num instante tu arranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gu diz (10:46):&lt;br /&gt;ai eu digo que sou arquiteto&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;UAUHUHAUHAUHAUAAUUHAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8237679541874895648?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8237679541874895648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8237679541874895648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8237679541874895648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8237679541874895648'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6427320858025460389</id><published>2008-05-17T03:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:16:09.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tou indo pra Natal!</title><content type='html'>"vou sentir sua falta... mas não de seus floods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;own, paaare =~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6427320858025460389?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6427320858025460389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6427320858025460389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhaahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6806193989455789397?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6806193989455789397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6806193989455789397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6806193989455789397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6806193989455789397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-ano.html' title='2º ano'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3283884877600635222</id><published>2008-05-13T00:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:46:59.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o cúmulo da comunicação</title><content type='html'>CK e eu, lado a lado, dividindo a mesma mesa, as duas conectadas cada uma em seu computador, separadas apenas por um laptop de distância:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigo pop diz (20:30):&lt;br /&gt;Beat The Devil&lt;br /&gt;=d&lt;br /&gt;80ção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol | casa de CK diz (20:30):&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAHUHAUHUAHUAUHAHUAHUAHUHAAHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigo pop diz (04:43):&lt;br /&gt;tu tá muito vermelha nessa foto&lt;br /&gt;tira no photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol | casa de CK diz (04:43):&lt;br /&gt;é a sombrinha vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigo pop diz (04:43):&lt;br /&gt;deixa mais tranquila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol | casa de CK diz (04:43):&lt;br /&gt;eu sei mexer em photoshop nao, boe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigo pop diz (04:44):&lt;br /&gt;hehehee&lt;br /&gt;é que tá muito tensa&lt;br /&gt;=d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol | casa de CK diz (04:44):&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;e é, né?&lt;br /&gt;vermelho é a cor da tensão, ne?¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigo pop diz (04:44):&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3283884877600635222?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3283884877600635222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>mas taaanto!</title><content type='html'>and i wish we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia paro de me sabotar =~~&lt;br /&gt;mimimi&lt;br /&gt;será que é meu destino mesmo não morar aqui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8772456094170211691?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8772456094170211691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8772456094170211691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8772456094170211691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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também"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a dúvida permanece: quem é melhor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1777290166171464309?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1777290166171464309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1777290166171464309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1777290166171464309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1777290166171464309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/interpretando-melhor-as-letras.html' title='interpretando melhor as letras...'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7179155961156174359</id><published>2008-05-10T13:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:57:31.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>habilidades autocadianas no dia-a-dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eis que eu e raquel decidimos fazer um presentinho diferente pra nossas mães esse ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.presentesoriginais.multiply.com/image/25/photos/29/500x500/1/ATgAAABdSHYh2X8IrGSLAdE9kXqk0T3yUk_k4eGIMlT0RRa_4YducVspLB9z9SmhtAyyFVNvFs6wzlti_O2O0AQoVQNPAJtU9VAg?et=hgOug6Kq9a2p%2CRtNP58jtA&amp;amp;nmid=48057024"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.presentesoriginais.multiply.com/image/25/photos/29/500x500/1/ATgAAABdSHYh2X8IrGSLAdE9kXqk0T3yUk_k4eGIMlT0RRa_4YducVspLB9z9SmhtAyyFVNvFs6wzlti_O2O0AQoVQNPAJtU9VAg?et=hgOug6Kq9a2p%2CRtNP58jtA&amp;amp;nmid=48057024" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É! uma chinela com o solado cheio de fotos! ^^&lt;br /&gt;pra isso, precisariamos editar cada foto no photoshop, e mandar imprimir em impressora a laser...&lt;br /&gt;e aí que nossa veia nerd arquitetônica pulsa mais forte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:38):&lt;br /&gt;nhai&lt;br /&gt;fizesse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:39):&lt;br /&gt;tou na infinita edição das fotos&lt;br /&gt;tu colocasse quantas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:40):&lt;br /&gt;olha, falei com minha amiga... aquela montagem que ela fez no word não é a definitiva, ela só colocou ali pra imprimir...&lt;br /&gt;depois que imprimiu ela cortou uma por uma e saiu encaixando todas na sandália....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:40):&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;a gente poderia ser mais nerd&lt;br /&gt;e fazer no autocad&lt;br /&gt;=d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:41):&lt;br /&gt;acho que facilita nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;eu pensei nissooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:41):&lt;br /&gt;mas num sei abrir foto lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:41):&lt;br /&gt;e ainda fiz um molde da sandália no vector!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:41):&lt;br /&gt;fizesse?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:41):&lt;br /&gt;no vector abre... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;fiz... pro tamanho da minha mãe, né?! 37&lt;br /&gt;escaneei a sandália, importei a img pro autocad e fiz o contorno!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:42):&lt;br /&gt;eita, eu tinha pensado na opção do scaner&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;mas pensei que ele nao ficasse em tamanho real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:43):&lt;br /&gt;nerd mode on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:43):&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer que fica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel       [ cadeando ] diz (13:43):&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;eh... aih tem q dar um scale depois...&lt;br /&gt;aih vc vê qts cm tem na sandália, quantos tem no vector e escalona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (13:44):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;que orgulho, mamain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7179155961156174359?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7179155961156174359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7179155961156174359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7179155961156174359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7179155961156174359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/habilidades-autocadianas-no-dia-dia.html' title='habilidades autocadianas no dia-a-dia'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1544670974586747142</id><published>2008-05-07T09:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:45:52.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>implicância</title><content type='html'>mais do que nunca "cracks in our foundation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei, é muito feio e triste...&lt;br /&gt;mas não tenho cara e muito menos vontade de tentar consertar algo.&lt;br /&gt;e a cada dia que passa, apenas me irrita mais e mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1544670974586747142?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6781615310433318282</id><published>2008-05-06T01:07:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:13:47.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>muito chuchuzinha!</title><content type='html'>depois de hoje, só essa música&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-ele-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mesmo pra amolecer meu coração x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She was waiting at the station&lt;br /&gt;He was getting off the train&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have a ticket&lt;br /&gt;So he had to bum through the barriers again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the ticket inspector saw him rushing through&lt;br /&gt;He said "girl you don't know how much I missed you but&lt;br /&gt;We'd better run 'cause I haven't got the funds to pay this fine."&lt;br /&gt;She said "fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus&lt;br /&gt;With two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud&lt;br /&gt;And he said "you look well nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she was wearing a skirt&lt;br /&gt;And he thought she looked nice&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she didn't really care about anything else&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she only wanted him to think that she looked nice&lt;br /&gt;And he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye&lt;br /&gt;She said "come on boy tell me what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be shy."&lt;br /&gt;He said alright, "I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the leaves in the trees&lt;br /&gt;All the broken bits that make you jump up&lt;br /&gt;And grassy bits in between&lt;br /&gt;All the matter in the world is how much I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "let me try and explain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, birds can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;And they can shit on your head&lt;br /&gt;And they can almost fly into your eye&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel so scared.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at them&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right birds can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;And they can shit on your head,&lt;br /&gt;And they can almost fly into your eye&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel well scared&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at them&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's how I feel about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "you"&lt;br /&gt;She said "what are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right birds can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;And they can shit on your head&lt;br /&gt;And they can almost fly into your eye&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel so scared.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at them&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right birds can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;And they can shit on your head&lt;br /&gt;And they can almost fly into your eye&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel well scared.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at them&lt;br /&gt;And you see that they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "thanks, I like you too"&lt;br /&gt;He said "cool"&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/7711974679628299266-6781615310433318282?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6781615310433318282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6781615310433318282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6781615310433318282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6781615310433318282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/muito-chuchuzinha.html' title='muito chuchuzinha!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4076699824378614655</id><published>2008-05-05T13:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:16:35.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>inversão de papéis</title><content type='html'>e see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, doutora... vim aqui sugerir uma cirurgia pra mim"&lt;br /&gt;"mas hein? eu pensei que eu era a médica aqui..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, vai! o máximo que ela pode falar é "volte pra sua arquitetura, mocinha!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4076699824378614655?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4076699824378614655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>quem precisa de cabeleireiros?</title><content type='html'>Eu não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira abusei de meus cabelos grandes e decidi ir à cabeleireira, porque tá, eu corto meus cabelos, mas preferi não arriscar num corte tipo chanel, né? ainda não tenho a skill devida.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, fui a cabeleireira, e ela -se recusou- a cortar do tamanho que pedi, porque meu cabelo ficaria muito volumoso e blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Aceitei o que ela disse e esperei meu cabelo secar... continuei achando muito comprido [ah, po... se for pra cortar, que corte de verdade, concorda?]&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, na quarta-feira durante uma apresentação de AU6, peguei minha tesoura e fui cortar meu cabelo no banheiro junto com ck. Foi mal, mas a gente se garante! ficou do jeitinho que eu queria. E ainda deixei muitos tufos de cabelo na lixeira pra quem quiser, fazer macumba comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1172630319973060397?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1172630319973060397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1172630319973060397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1172630319973060397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1172630319973060397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-precisa-de-cabeleireiros.html' title='quem precisa de cabeleireiros?'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-219876046208535462</id><published>2008-04-29T12:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:13:04.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos mais fofos</title><content type='html'>why do you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you&lt;br /&gt;must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well&lt;br /&gt;say goodnight and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SBdCYViESaI/AAAAAAAAACE/vTYMW8tUbRo/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SBdCYViESaI/AAAAAAAAACE/vTYMW8tUbRo/s320/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693681059482018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain, assim eu me apaixono, né?&lt;br /&gt;vou te contar, viu... que carma... que carma&lt;br /&gt;mas ain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguem me salve, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;né? não custava nada ser só um pouquinho chato, o suficiente pra eu abusar de vez em quando :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-219876046208535462?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/219876046208535462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=219876046208535462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/219876046208535462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/219876046208535462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/dos-mais-fofos.html' title='dos mais fofos'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gmjsJwOglY/SBdCYViESaI/AAAAAAAAACE/vTYMW8tUbRo/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6672267884615744127</id><published>2008-04-24T02:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:59:34.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentários resistenciais</title><content type='html'>Professor: E você, Krebs, o que é tensão para você?&lt;br /&gt;CK: É o momento&lt;br /&gt;Prof.: O momento? o que tem a ver o momento com a tensão?&lt;br /&gt;CK: é o somatório de todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;Prof.: Como assim, Krebs?&lt;br /&gt;CK: É o somatório de todos os momentos de sua aula, inclusive este momento gerado agora = Tensão ... quer que eu faça o gráfico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como podem ver, estamos pró no assunto de resistência.&lt;br /&gt;[e cá estou eu postando as 3h da manhã, quando teoricamente estaria estudando =d]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6672267884615744127?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6672267884615744127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6672267884615744127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6672267884615744127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6672267884615744127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/comentrios-resistenciais.html' title='Comentários resistenciais'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-1309603466746285501</id><published>2008-04-23T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:33:08.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ressonância as 10  da manhã</title><content type='html'>QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO, QUERO MAIS NÃO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-1309603466746285501?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1309603466746285501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=1309603466746285501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1309603466746285501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/1309603466746285501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/ressonncia-as-10-da-manh.html' title='ressonância as 10  da manhã'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4545057753887345962</id><published>2008-04-22T23:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:18:56.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'>step-by-step resistência 1.0</title><content type='html'>porque dessa vez eu tou pagando de verdade essa cadeira&lt;br /&gt;e vou passar com 10 nessa merda!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (22:57):&lt;br /&gt;pronto, aí abra esse cu, leia e marque os + e - e o que mais achar necessario&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (22:57):&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;ja abri ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (22:57):&lt;br /&gt;e a voltinha e o + do somatario de M&lt;br /&gt;agora eu não sei fazer a questao de treliça&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:01):&lt;br /&gt;.hum&lt;br /&gt;saaaabe&lt;br /&gt;ó&lt;br /&gt;tu tem que começar a calcular as barras pelo nó que tiver 2 barras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (23:03):&lt;br /&gt;eu me cafundo na parte dos sen e cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:03):&lt;br /&gt;aiiii tu vai calcular a distancia de todos os lados do triangulo que essa treliça forma&lt;br /&gt;ô caralha, é só tu ver se a força é adjacente ao angulo teta ou se é oposto&lt;br /&gt;se for oposto = seno&lt;br /&gt;se for adjacente = coseno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (23:04):&lt;br /&gt;vô colocar tudo isso no "step-by-step treliça"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:05):&lt;br /&gt;HUAHAHUAHUUHAHUAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (23:10):&lt;br /&gt;prossiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:11):&lt;br /&gt;hum&lt;br /&gt;tilt&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;achou as medidas do triangulo&lt;br /&gt;é só usar o babadinho do seno e coseno [cateto oposto sobre hipotenuza e cateto adjacente sobre hipotenuza]&lt;br /&gt;ai pronto, voce achou o seno e o cosseno sem precisar decorar numeros chatos&lt;br /&gt;aí o resto é estática&lt;br /&gt;faz o somatório das forças em X iguala tudo a zero&lt;br /&gt;e a mesma coisa pra y&lt;br /&gt;depois é só dizer se a barra é tracionada ou comprimida&lt;br /&gt;ela é tracionada quando o resultado da força for positivo e vai ser comprimida quando der negativa [aí tu poe em pratica toda aquela tua lei da atração hauauhauhhau]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (23:14):&lt;br /&gt;e o somatorio dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;UAHUAHUAHAUHAUAUAUH já tinha esquecido da lei da atração hahuahauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:15):&lt;br /&gt;UAHAUHUAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;ain&lt;br /&gt;tão bom ficar tranquila pra prova de estática&lt;br /&gt;|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence diz (23:16):&lt;br /&gt;=d&lt;br /&gt;só nao to muito com treliça, pq nao fiz nenhuma até agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (23:16):&lt;br /&gt;é&lt;br /&gt;era bom a gente fazer aquela fumante&lt;br /&gt;que tem toda a vida na treliça&lt;br /&gt;pera que vou tomar um banho pra refrescar a mentchi e depois te ligo pra gente fazer pelo tel&lt;br /&gt;HAUHAHAUHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7711974679628299266-4545057753887345962?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4545057753887345962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4545057753887345962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4545057753887345962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4545057753887345962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/step-by-step-resistncia-10.html' title='step-by-step resistência 1.0'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5333737144202526290</id><published>2008-04-17T11:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:41:01.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>isso sim é luxo!</title><content type='html'>"Alô"&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, doutora Jurema, sou eu, Carolina, sua paciente com um tumor desmóide n-"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! Oi Caroool! diga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei não, viu! a pessoa se identificar [e ser reconhecida] por "a paciente-do-tumor-no-ombro"&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a boa notícia é que com apenas três sessões de fisioterapia, eu já estou aguentando algum mínimo pesinho no meu braço, como meus livros, por exemplo! *____*&lt;br /&gt;e é tão booom sentir a melhora assim tão rápido!Eu, que sempre pensei que não teria mais jeito, e que ficaria tronchinha pra sempre, sentir logo nas primeiras sessões uma mudança, mesmo que mínima, me dá vontade de continuar e até de fazer os exercícios em casa =)&lt;br /&gt;E só pra falar mal um pouquinho dos outros, MORRA, FISIOTERAPIA DO HOSPITAL PORTUGUES!!!&lt;br /&gt;|)&lt;br /&gt;sim, porque eu fiz 10 sessões de fisioterapia lá, e não vi nenhuma melhora, pelo contrário, senti muitas dores, obrigada.... e digamos que foi o que mais me desestimulou. Mas bem, fisiomax existe e eu vou ficar bem! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e sim, podem me chamar de preguiçosa =T]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5333737144202526290?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5333737144202526290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=5333737144202526290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5333737144202526290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/5333737144202526290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/isso-sim-luxo.html' title='isso sim é luxo!'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7390537016416832549</id><published>2008-04-17T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:09:43.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meu novo amor ^^</title><content type='html'>It is like I'm always thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk again on wine&lt;br /&gt;And I think about you&lt;br /&gt;You could come round to mine&lt;br /&gt;We could drink some wine&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;It could be quite nice&lt;br /&gt;Actually&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just have the bottle&lt;br /&gt;To myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7390537016416832549?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7390537016416832549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7390537016416832549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7390537016416832549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7390537016416832549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/meu-novo-amor.html' title='meu novo amor ^^'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-9209131024216668711</id><published>2008-04-15T06:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:42:06.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you were here?</title><content type='html'>All I know is that you're so nice,&lt;br /&gt;You're the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYWv_NSBZQI"&gt;nicest thing&lt;/a&gt; I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could give it a go,&lt;br /&gt;See if we could be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite girl,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite smile,&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that you're the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYWv_NSBZQI"&gt;nicest thing&lt;/a&gt; I've ever seen;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-9209131024216668711?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/9209131024216668711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=9209131024216668711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9209131024216668711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/9209131024216668711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='i wish you were here?'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-741053036681650944</id><published>2008-04-13T15:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:09:56.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>listinha quase perfeita</title><content type='html'>4 meses desde que fiz minha listinha de ano novo e veremos como estou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ok, transferindo pra 2008: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chegar aos 50kg ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. [errr... desisto dessa vida?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2- criar coragem pra sair do estágio =~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DONE :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3- entrar numa fisioterapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[não entrei apenas em uma... mas em DUAS fisioterapias diferentes :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4- ter paciencia com o tratamento da fisioterapia e não sair no meio =T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nhé - tou tentando, tou tentando! pelo menos a fisioterapeuta dessa vez, é menos bruta!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5- ter paciencia com o tamoxifeno  ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[tou tendo, viu... mas só até o resultado da ressonância!]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6- ser mais objetiva na hora de fazer os trabalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[errr... bem...]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- não atrasar o máximo de trabalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[só atrasei um, pode ser? ^^']&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- não reprovar nenhuma cadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[adeus, detalhes de novo (Y)]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- decidir o que fazer com o dinheiro do estágio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[viajar, computador, viajar, computador, viajar, computador.............]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - se eu concluir ainda esse ano a fisioterapia, arranjar outro estagio =~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[NEVERMOOOOOOREEE!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ainda incluo aqui mais um tópico à lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - dar início aos projetinhos de vida =)&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/7711974679628299266-741053036681650944?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/741053036681650944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=741053036681650944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/741053036681650944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/741053036681650944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-meses-desde-que-fiz-minha-listinha-de.html' title='listinha quase perfeita'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-10319197251401381</id><published>2008-04-09T09:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:35:04.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>das coisas inexplicáveis</title><content type='html'>ciúmes e possessão não são palavras muito amigáveis, viu, queridos? não mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;e aí eu pergunto: o que fazer, meu bem?&lt;br /&gt;it's you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-10319197251401381?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/10319197251401381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=10319197251401381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/10319197251401381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/10319197251401381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/04/das-coisas-inexplicveis.html' title='das coisas inexplicáveis'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2674622651083498579</id><published>2008-04-08T20:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:53:41.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PU v2 &gt; the blessing hahahahaa</title><content type='html'>Eu num sei vocês, mas eu amo quando, depois de uma reprovação injustiçadamente injusta , a querida, lindíssima, esplendorosa, glamurosa, chucrute e amada professora de PU1 decide colocar todo mundo em seu projeto de pesquisa, com direito a certificado pela iniciação científica da federal e tudo! (LL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e enquanto período passado me matei na conde da boa vista sob o sol infernal da tarde, durante 3 meses fazendo um belíssimo levantamento para um diagnóstico urbano, desta vez farei um diagnóstico nos ares condicionados do shopping recife (Y)&lt;br /&gt;ô djiliça, mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem mais aí ama aquela bruxa velha, levanta a mão o/ o/ o/ o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2674622651083498579?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2674622651083498579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=2674622651083498579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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retribuo com um link pras musicas undergrounds de imogen [sim, sim... sempre ela!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/dir/6362889/63063328/Imogen_Heap.html"&gt;Rarities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplane [v2]&lt;br /&gt;Close up [frou frou]&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and go [remix]&lt;br /&gt;Headlock [high contrast remix]&lt;br /&gt;If only i were a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Let Go [live]&lt;br /&gt;Meantime [a-melhor-música-ever-do-momento]&lt;br /&gt;Mic-check [isso mesmo! mic-check indeed]&lt;br /&gt;Not now but soon [novíssima música dela (LL)]&lt;br /&gt;The Rythm of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falta colocar just for now live.... mas essa eu boto depois =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4839805013589320244?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-5527257689388830048</id><published>2008-04-01T08:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:54:15.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a frase da semana é....</title><content type='html'>"why are screws so gay?&lt;br /&gt;they have to have something poked in them for them to move&lt;br /&gt;and they're so  fussy as well, it has to be just the right size"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se tem mais o que fazer: chamar o parafuso que se recusa a desenroscar da placa de gay e fresquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-5527257689388830048?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-8065843292555670090</id><published>2008-03-31T03:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:55:18.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>in the meantime</title><content type='html'>don`t you know he is some kind of wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;ues, he is&lt;br /&gt;he`s some kind of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;don`t you know he is some kind of wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will the next love be the real one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8065843292555670090?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8065843292555670090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>absurdos desse mundo de meu deus</title><content type='html'>Um menino de apenas 16 anos foi preso depois de confirmar ter matado 12 pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;todas mortas "por motivos justíssimos", obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o último assassinado, foi morto porque deu um tapa na orelha do menino.&lt;br /&gt;Vejam só! super apoio! Também matava, hein! ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, me expliquem o que danado é isso, me expliquem! Aos 16 anos eu ainda brincava de almofadinha, elástico e "ABC"!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém viu por aí a educação nesse país? se viu, favor chamar ela de volta ao serviço porque tá pau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.uol.com.br/ultnot/brasil/2008/03/27/ult4469u22005.jhtm"&gt;Leia a notícia você também&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3154327700203065545?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3154327700203065545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3154327700203065545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3154327700203065545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3154327700203065545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/03/absurdos-desse-mundo-de-meu-deus.html' title='absurdos desse mundo de meu deus'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6971972554865567398</id><published>2008-03-22T00:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:41:02.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra você chorar também</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=zhlhsB0VkkA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;KISS - Because I'm a Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que vejo esse vídeo é a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;não dá pra não chorar!&lt;br /&gt;e olhe que fazem anos desde a primeira vez que o vi! =~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: não é indicado para mulheres em TPM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6971972554865567398?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6971972554865567398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6971972554865567398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6971972554865567398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6971972554865567398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/03/pra-voc-chorar-tambm.html' title='pra você chorar também'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-6994755309849207077</id><published>2008-03-21T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:19:38.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>I only want what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;I only need what I don't want&lt;br /&gt;I only want what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;I only need what I don't want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conhecem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-6994755309849207077?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6994755309849207077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=6994755309849207077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6994755309849207077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/6994755309849207077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/03/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-4629834783774324965</id><published>2008-03-19T15:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:57:54.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>das escadas nos cinemas</title><content type='html'>Meu post de hoje é de grande utilidade pública!&lt;br /&gt;Venho aqui alertar a todos os cidadãos recifenses e de região metropolitana, sobre a greve das escadas dos cinemas da área, principalmente do shopping guararapes.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, as escadas estão revoltadas e decidiram como forma de protesto DERRUBAR as pessoas, vejam só!&lt;br /&gt;Para não dizerem que isso é invenção minha, uma amiga minha, cujo nome não revelarei, já foi pega de surpreza pelas escadas rebeldes. A pobre coitada só sobreviveu, porque o último degrau da escada desistiu de aderir à greve no último minuto, aparando-a na queda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor divulgar o fato ao maior número de pessoas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4629834783774324965?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4629834783774324965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4629834783774324965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4629834783774324965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4629834783774324965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/03/das-escadas-nos-cinemas.html' title='das escadas nos cinemas'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-3132991201402360043</id><published>2008-03-18T10:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:03:04.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>more immy!</title><content type='html'>Como eu sou uma fã muito aplicada e dedicada, havia descoberto que Imogen ia lançar uma música no myspace dela depois de 2 anos sem nenhum lançamento! e..... ela lançou HOJE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/imogenheap"&gt;ImogenHeap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-3132991201402360043?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3132991201402360043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=3132991201402360043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3132991201402360043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/3132991201402360043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No it's not meant to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Not what I planned at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;So that makes it all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maldito meio de mês!&lt;br /&gt;quarta-feira chegue logo, por favor? +_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-8155200776070396271?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8155200776070396271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=8155200776070396271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/8155200776070396271'/><link rel='self' 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ahhaahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e do jeito que esse ano tá voando, dia 2/4 vai chegar num piscar de olhos. vai sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7590021728100877887?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7590021728100877887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7590021728100877887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7590021728100877887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7590021728100877887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;ahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;êEÊêêêÊ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol diz (22:40):&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhaahahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que ela conseguiu uma vaga na universidade de Valladolid e vai nos deixar por um tempo =T&lt;br /&gt;pois ééé! ela vai embora prazoropa abrir caminho pra mim e minha futura estadia na casa dela, obrigada :D&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahahaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-4541276717674806885?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4541276717674806885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=4541276717674806885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4541276717674806885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/4541276717674806885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/2008/03/aproveita-por-mim-please.html' title='aproveita por mim please? *-*'/><author><name>Carol Kanti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-7843200406723198974</id><published>2008-03-09T00:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:21:07.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bai bai</title><content type='html'>e a única certeza de que pegarei o primeiro trem e deixarei Recife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recuso a viver nesse medo, nessa nóia constante, nesse absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser livre pra andar tranquilamente, quero sentir orgulho da cidade que eu morar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-7843200406723198974?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7843200406723198974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711974679628299266&amp;postID=7843200406723198974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7843200406723198974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711974679628299266/posts/default/7843200406723198974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711974679628299266.post-2267947374339278026</id><published>2008-03-05T15:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:32:07.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e tudo é musica</title><content type='html'>é o mimimi que também é agitado&lt;br /&gt;é a complexidade e dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;é a composição&lt;br /&gt;é a compatibilidade&lt;br /&gt;é o desafio&lt;br /&gt;é o não ter que escutar várias vezes pra poder gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo pode[r] virar música x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711974679628299266-2267947374339278026?l=blackacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2267947374339278026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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