<?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-3564233</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:26:32.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dedo no olho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>952</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2060814990762799424</id><published>2009-09-14T21:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:59:03.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2060814990762799424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2060814990762799424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/Sq7mnee9-lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aDs69BM3g78/s72-c/pkou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2637656590398397521</id><published>2009-09-13T14:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:19:59.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Folha de S. Paulo, Ilustrada, 17 de maio de 2010ComentárioO desespero da diversão incomodaÉ como se a regra da Virada fosse assistir a todos os shows, beber todas as cervejas e estar presente em todos os lugaresMÁRIO BORTOLOTTOESPECIAL PARA A FOLHAE algo me dizia que não devia ou que não conseguiria. Quando me pediram pra escrever um texto com minhas impressões sobre a Virada, pensei: "Mas eu vou</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2637656590398397521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2637656590398397521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/09/comentario-o-desespero-da-diversao.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2999928843821864605</id><published>2009-08-02T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:50:17.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2999928843821864605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2999928843821864605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2319578693000517038</id><published>2009-08-02T18:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:42:37.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acordar na tua casa e ouvir Carlos Gardel pela manhã.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2319578693000517038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2319578693000517038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/08/acordar-na-tua-casa-e-ouvir-carlos.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7462325337267127119</id><published>2009-07-31T18:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:56:24.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finalmente tomei vergonha na cara e subi na internet o mini-documentário que eu e mais três colegas da ECA fizemos sobre os despejos que aconteceram entre março e abril deste ano no Pq. Cocaia, zona sul de São Paulo. pra quem não ficou sabendo do ocorrido na época, cerca de 150 famílias foram removidas de suas casas por conta do Programa Mananciais do Governo do Estado. a princípio, os moradores </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7462325337267127119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7462325337267127119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/finalmente-tomei-vergonha-na-cara-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4958672639021421340</id><published>2009-07-31T18:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:09:11.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meus pais são o maior fracasso em comentar cabelo novo do planeta.meu pai: "não ficou feio não".minha mãe: "ficou uma gracinha, é bom assim cheio, engorda o rosto"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4958672639021421340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4958672639021421340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/meus-pais-sao-o-maior-fracasso-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5239156505399970502</id><published>2009-07-26T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:57:06.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olha só, só agora fui notar que lá em cima não tá mais escrito "I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth"..(tava pensando se devia mudar o Lester Bangs como avatar do meu Gtalk, mas acho ele muito perfeito e não consigo imaginar nada mais legal. acho isso pra todos os meus avatares e no geral pras descrições em perfis também. daí que acabo mantendo os mesmo pra sempre -- daí pensei isso sobre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5239156505399970502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5239156505399970502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/olha-so-so-agora-fui-notar-que-la-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1112433493779988211</id><published>2009-07-26T16:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:05:51.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tava andando de carro com o Taka na sexta de madrugada, voltando de um jantar agradável com amiguinhos, quando ele achou que eu tava meio triste e que a solução seria cantar o maha mantra (Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, etc). Quase deu certo, por alguns instantes o bode foi substituído por desejo homicida.Mas daí o Taka tava me contando o significado do maha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1112433493779988211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1112433493779988211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/tava-andando-de-carro-com-o-taka-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5559809906839667967</id><published>2009-07-20T10:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:06:54.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tema musical de hoje é músicas americanas bregas, mas que são legais porque aparecem em filmes legais.Elton John - Tiny Dancer, do Quase FamososNeil Diamond - Sweet Caroline, do Brincando de SeduzirNeil Young - Unknown Legend, dO Casamento de Rachel (ok, esse filme é uma merda retumbante, mas a música é legal)Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hairflyin' in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5559809906839667967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5559809906839667967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/tema-musical-de-hoje-e-musicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-840549319151898619</id><published>2009-07-20T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:28:04.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/840549319151898619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/840549319151898619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2724118217561946485</id><published>2009-07-15T14:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:54:15.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tava analisando mais detidamente o gráfico genial de coisas pra se falar durante o sexo, que Rita Kohl mandou via Twitter, e notei que tem uma linha que dá um poeminha. ficaria assim:I rule!At fuckin'My JobIs truckin'Don't stopKeep suckin'agora, o melhor mesmo, como apontou o Chico, é na parte de coisas erradas pra dizer, perguntas retóricas: Who's your abusive stepfather?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2724118217561946485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2724118217561946485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/tava-analisando-mais-detidamente-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6290197557226217689</id><published>2009-07-14T13:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:08:12.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>atravessando a Praça do Relógio, rumo ao bandejão, presenciei agora há pouco uma conversa tuff love matadora de ilusões entre uma mãe e sua filhinha. tava essa mãe jovem e seus dois filhos, um menino e uma menina, novinhos e extremamente bem articulados.a menina vira pra mãe: "Mãe, essa é aquela flor que realiza desejo, né", apontando um dente-de-leão.e a mãe: "Não, essa é só uma flor, nada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6290197557226217689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6290197557226217689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/atravessando-praca-do-relogio-rumo-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6718011079303142903</id><published>2009-07-09T19:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:25:02.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hora de entender o recado, Thais Carrança. Ok?Vamos aceitar que as coisas terminam?E nada mais de telefonemas, sms, emails. Combinado?Tão tá.Ó lá, hein.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6718011079303142903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6718011079303142903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/07/hora-de-entender-o-recado-thais.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5287628097562112563</id><published>2009-06-30T14:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:01:42.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It almost makes you sorry for the poor little cancers, having to share body space with such total flaming idiots.assim, caso vocês não tenham prestado atenção na genialidade do sujeito no post anterior.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5287628097562112563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5287628097562112563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-almost-makes-you-sorry-for-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2689633814203287420</id><published>2009-06-27T16:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:03:42.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It says “FUCK CANCER,” a slogan popularized on T-shirts and baseball hats by Hodgkins lymphoma survivor Steve Saltman, a dude who knows that subtlety is found in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.The “FUCK CANCER” phemon has its critics, but you know what? Fuck them, too, especially when so much of the rest of the cancer-culture crap is mumbo-jumbaloid spiritual sewage, like the book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2689633814203287420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2689633814203287420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-says-fuck-cancer-slogan-popularized.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4714476849724896640</id><published>2009-06-26T15:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:48:17.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Querido diário, hoje apresentei o pessoal do trabalho à subincisão peniana.Agora estou aguardando uma promoção.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4714476849724896640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4714476849724896640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/querido-diario-hoje-apresentei-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6942839645326350627</id><published>2009-06-26T15:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:15:15.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minha mente está sendo assombrada pela voz da Maria Bethânia cantando que "Lavamos os nossos sexos nas enchentes". O horror, o horror. Damn you, Chico Buarque.(Amando sobre os jornais, saca?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6942839645326350627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6942839645326350627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/minha-mente-esta-sendo-assombrada-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1209406851521526788</id><published>2009-06-24T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:43:22.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1209406851521526788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1209406851521526788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/SkKr_arPRPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NdFY3nKWpok/s72-c/pira24062009.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6889208008677752241</id><published>2009-06-19T10:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:45:57.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outro dia cheguei no Departamento de Jornalismo (CJE) e estava escrito num cartaz, com cara de oficial, colado na portaCJE EM LUTApensei, caralho! aê! vai, Brasil! (estou pensando em Xavierês ou Vanessês)daí cheguei mais perto e vi melhor, o cartaz dizia "CJE EM LUTO, morreu ontem a querida professora fulana de tal..."dureza.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6889208008677752241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6889208008677752241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/outro-dia-cheguei-no-departamento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3152892053391076855</id><published>2009-06-08T18:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:27:06.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu te amo, meu Brasil[post copiado descaradamente de Cecilia]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3152892053391076855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3152892053391076855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-te-amo-meu-brasil-post-copiado.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/Si2Bahsq3bI/AAAAAAAAADw/ykLWfl0wSkU/s72-c/PaiAmbrosio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1537312635220158177</id><published>2009-06-08T15:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:35:58.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o amor é importante, porra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1537312635220158177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1537312635220158177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-amor-e-importante-porra.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-318688502195276111</id><published>2009-06-08T15:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:27:12.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>São Paulo Em algum lugar da tua violência és domingoEm algum lugar do teu domingoTens um útero de idéias(Tom Zé - Cafuas, Guetos, Santuários)pixação mais bonita do muro do Cemitério de Pinheiros.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/318688502195276111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/318688502195276111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/sao-paulo-em-algum-lugar-da-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4764161987243770034</id><published>2009-06-02T14:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:07:20.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Universidade de São Paulo, 1º de junho de 2009</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4764161987243770034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4764161987243770034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/06/universidade-de-sao-paulo-1-de-junho-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2899111298699726173</id><published>2009-05-22T14:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:53:28.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>genial(via Rita)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2899111298699726173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2899111298699726173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/05/genial-via-rita.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2545649346301596777</id><published>2009-05-10T11:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:46:54.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Cock &amp; Bull do Will Self, edição da Geração Editorial de 1994, é provavelmente o livro mais tenebrosamente traduzido e editado que já botei as mãos em toda a vida.Começa pelo título. O original em inglês é Cock &amp; Bull - Twin Novellas. Em português ficou Cock &amp; Bull - Histórias de Phadas e Phodas. É. Assim. Com PH. Daí várias páginas de você pensando Meu deus, eu não sei como era no orginal, mas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2545649346301596777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2545649346301596777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-cock-bull-do-will-self-edicao-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5291669819025573877</id><published>2009-05-05T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:46:09.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nosso programa de rádio sobre cinema nacional mudou completamente. Professor falou que estava sem foco, então resolvemos focar em cinema nacional de baixo recurso. Minhas vinhetas-trívias divertidas foram pro saco com isso, mas vou fazer uma materiazinha que espero que fique legal, sobre a Mostra do Filme Livre, maior mostra do Brasil dedicada (ainda que não exclusivamente) a filmes sem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5291669819025573877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5291669819025573877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/05/nosso-programa-de-radio-sobre-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7149515981784611469</id><published>2009-05-05T11:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:24:31.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> a moça muito gentil do Memorial da Resistência me mandou toda a programação dos Sábados Resistentes em 2009. o próximo ainda tá longe, é só em 13 de junho, mas posto aqui porque não achei a programação completa em lugar nenhum procurando via Google.Sábados ResistentesHorário: das 14h às 17hLocal: Memorial da Resistência – Largo General Osório, 66 – Luz  O Sábado Resistente é promovido pelo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7149515981784611469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7149515981784611469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/05/moca-muito-gentil-do-memorial-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5025260972301609280</id><published>2009-04-25T17:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:30:22.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me dei conta essa semana de que tenho uns 10 trabalhos de meio de semestre pra entregar nas próximas duas semanas. fazer tudo é impossível, mas daria pra fazer boa parte no fim de semana. se eu tivesse fazendo, né, que tô só enrolando.queria mesmo fazer o trampo de rádio, mas ele é só pra semana que vem que vem, tem muita coisa a ser entregue antes. aliás, nem queria fazer o trampo de rádio (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5025260972301609280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5025260972301609280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-dei-conta-essa-semana-de-que-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6845406711611333371</id><published>2009-04-14T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:02:07.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiz uma homenagem ao Rei e outra ao Truffaut na seção Eu Me Lembro do Portal do Acessa São Paulo (t.c.p. meu trabalho). Tá lá desde quinta passada, 09/04. Aposto que ninguém no mundo reparou. [Pra quem acompanha A Novela, irá entender toda a auto-ironia dos posts de quinta-feira. São os três primeiros. Os leitores escrevem, eu faço a seleção do que vai pra página.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6845406711611333371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6845406711611333371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiz-uma-homenagem-ao-rei-e-outra-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2691814191958671355</id><published>2009-04-12T18:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:09:35.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Música que tocou ontem no Zé PresidenteEu sou uma mina de famíliaPor que é que eu não tenho um namorado?Eu fiz crisma e o caralhoPor que é que eu não tenho um namorado?Eu lavo, passo e cozinhoPor que é que eu não tenho um namorado?Eu dou em homem casadoPor que é que eu não tenho um namorado?Eu sou amélia pra caralhoPor que é que eu não tenho um namorado?Eu tenho me esforçado tantoEu fico entre os</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2691814191958671355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2691814191958671355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/musica-que-tocou-ontem-no-ze-presidente.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8072169256511149820</id><published>2009-04-11T14:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:07:59.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acabo de lembrar que tem feira do livro da EACH essa semana. e como vou trancar minha matéria de terça, posso ir lá depois do trabalho! pelo menos o Garotas de Tóquio, da Conrad, vai dar pra comprar! (vi ele na feira do mercadão por 13 reais. o traço é incrível, mas o gibi era usado e tava em mau estado. fora que comprar gibi de putaria usado parece uma má idéia..)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8072169256511149820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8072169256511149820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/acabo-de-lembrar-que-tem-feira-do-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-914732825227656224</id><published>2009-04-10T18:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:03:27.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu quero:-"Pequeno Romance de Sonho", Arthur Schnitzler-"O Livro do Riso e do Esquecimento", Milan Kundera(update) - Garotas de Tóquio, Frédéric BoiletComprei recentemente o Cock &amp; Bull, do Will Self, por 10 reais na feira de livros do Mercadão. Não gostei muito de "Minha idéia de diversão", mas gosto da figura do Will Self, então resolvi dar uma segunda chance.Esse semestre só com matérias </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/914732825227656224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/914732825227656224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-quero-pequeno-romance-de-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7808020273582079660</id><published>2009-04-05T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:14:55.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>opa to chegando pruma breja aí fim de semana que vemesteja aícom o figado em ordem e o coração em desordem ( pra não faltar assunto)Helena &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3coração em desordem (checked)naquele estado de espírito em que Wander Wildner parece um gênio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7808020273582079660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7808020273582079660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/04/opa-to-chegando-pruma-breja-ai-fim-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6714531015025791054</id><published>2009-03-23T21:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:44:58.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série genialidade das mocinhas."porque, gente, a coisa não tá fácil. meu plano de canalizar minha energia sexual pros estudos só fez com que eu queira dar pro meu professor."- R.K.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6714531015025791054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6714531015025791054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-serie-genialidade-das-mocinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4555380606253617261</id><published>2009-03-15T17:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:13:18.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só em 1980 soube-se da morte do filho de Stalin, Iakov, por um artigo publicado no Sunday Times. Prisioneiro de guerra na Alemanha durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial, ele ficou num campo de concentração junto com oficiais ingleses. Tinham latrinas comuns. O filho de Stalin sempre as deixava sujas. Os ingleses não gostavam de ver as latrinas sujas de merda, mesmo que fossem a merda do filho do homem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4555380606253617261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4555380606253617261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-em-1980-soube-se-da-morte-do-filho.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3577129799175994879</id><published>2009-02-18T23:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:56:28.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse blog morreu. Antes ele do que eu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3577129799175994879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3577129799175994879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/02/esse-blog-morreu.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3219143436762848337</id><published>2009-02-08T19:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:36:27.139-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo mundo tem um ponto fracoVocê é o meu, por que não?gosto de Cazuza. hoje ouvi os dois primeiros discos do Barão Vermelho, com ele no vocal. muito bons.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3219143436762848337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3219143436762848337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/02/todo-mundo-tem-um-ponto-fraco-voce-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5782149597015571685</id><published>2009-02-05T20:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:14:55.919-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinco a dez pessoas morrem anualmente em Portugal por falta de sangue no cérebro durante a masturbação provocada pela asfixia auto-erótica&lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5782149597015571685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5782149597015571685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/02/cinco-dez-pessoas-morrem-anualmente-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4312564801890510312</id><published>2009-01-31T13:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:49:36.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>para você, amiga nadadora, que quer nadar o mês inteiro sem se preocupar com a depilação: maiôs macaquinhos! achava que hoje em dia podia ser difícil de achar, mas descobri que é super comum. acabei de dar um lance no Mercado Livre nesse modelo aqui, que foi o mais barato que encontrei na internet (e certamente será mais barato do que em lojas).com isso, estarei a um óculos de natação com grau de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4312564801890510312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4312564801890510312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-voce-amiga-nadadora-que-quer-nadar.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2491989386245933792</id><published>2009-01-31T12:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:44:07.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>se tudo sair como eu quero, terei uma rotina atarefada esse semestre.aula toda noite, das 19h30 às 22h50. estágio, vou lá segunda-feira definir meu horário, quero sugerir das 10h às 16h. assim, posso nadar no CEPE duas vezes por semana, antes de entrar no trabalho.e fazer inglês na FEA dois dias por semana, das 17h, às 18h30.e nos outros dois dias, fazer algum esporte no CEPE, das 18h às 19h. as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2491989386245933792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2491989386245933792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-tudo-sair-como-eu-quero-terei-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3163531010208438720</id><published>2009-01-13T16:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:44:38.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"o pessimista sempre acha que seu pau está meio mole e o otimista, meio duro"André Dahmer é gênio. (nem sei se a frase é dele, mas ele que citou)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3163531010208438720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3163531010208438720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-pessimista-sempre-acha-que-seu-pau.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2611486132316590284</id><published>2009-01-12T15:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:01:22.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>creio que a template nova tirou meu tesão pelo blog..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2611486132316590284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2611486132316590284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/creio-que-template-nova-tirou-meu-teso.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-999112166366170715</id><published>2009-01-08T22:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:46:01.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no job. no money. no love. vovó foi hoje pra um asilo.january blues.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/999112166366170715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/999112166366170715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1387822145761717446</id><published>2009-01-08T22:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:22:58.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tava egosurfing no Google e achei isso aqui:Os gramáticos são vistos sempre como apegados às tradições e, portanto como entrave para a língua evoluir e o estilo florescer. Diz Pedrinho rodeando a casa de Dona Etimologia: Chi!... está ‘assim’ de carranças lá dentro. Impossível que ela nos receba hoje. Os carranças estão de óculos na ponta do nariz e lápis na mão, tomando notas. Os tais “carranças”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1387822145761717446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1387822145761717446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/tava-egosurfing-no-google-e-achei-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5053447418186773506</id><published>2009-01-07T18:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:32:39.812-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um leitor mandou carta sobre o Claro! Filhos da puta.melhor trecho:As "filhadaputatagens" que o suplemento menciona existem porque a decadência do etos social começa, entre outras coisas, quando a elite intelectual da nação assume e incentiva o cultivo de maus hábitos verbais que, no caso, desrespeitam a imagem da mãe alheia."decadência do etos social""elite intelectual da nação""desrespeito à </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5053447418186773506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5053447418186773506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-leitor-mandou-carta-sobre-o-claro.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1876626202500532936</id><published>2008-12-25T22:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:54:11.770-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é. perdi todos os comentários. jingle bells.mas ok, ok, é preciso praticar o desapego. e amanhã, se tudo der certo, vamos a la praia afogar os demônios de 2008 em água salgada.talvez eu volte pra passar a virada em São Paulo. bem provável.meu Deus, como eu tenho fome depois da quantidade brutal de comida do almoço? por que me fizeste gordinha, Senhor?ah, ganhei de Natal um 10 de telejornalismo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1876626202500532936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1876626202500532936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3530984699826134662</id><published>2008-12-24T18:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:14:24.404-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mudei a template do blog pra voltar a ter comentários. ainda preciso tentar importar os comentários do serviço antigo, que resolveu deixar de existir. e editar os links. e fazer mais um monte de coisa que agora não tô com saco.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3530984699826134662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3530984699826134662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/mudei-template-do-blog-pra-voltar-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3163475909714706034</id><published>2008-12-21T13:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:35:58.989-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pogues - If I Should Fall from Grace with Godde nada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3163475909714706034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3163475909714706034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/pogues-if-i-should-fall-from-grace-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4305238326204718277</id><published>2008-12-15T16:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:36:20.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olmmmmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4305238326204718277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4305238326204718277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/olmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2253067128000751958</id><published>2008-12-11T22:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:36:38.651-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai, a Mariana ligooooou! A Mariana ligou de Paris! Entendi toda a coisa do amor via Embratel, cara! Que sensacional essa história de DDI, viu. Te contar. Fantástico. Fan-tás-ti-co! Fiquei faceira :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2253067128000751958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2253067128000751958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/ai-mariana-ligooooou-mariana-ligou-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2534417833875934289</id><published>2008-12-11T19:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:49:10.344-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Repararam que o policial preso acusado de ser o "maníaco do arco-íris" (que teria assassinado 13 homossexuais num parque em Carapicuíba) se chama Jairo FRANCISCO FRANCO?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2534417833875934289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2534417833875934289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/repararam-que-o-policial-preso-acusado.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4308563202064459351</id><published>2008-12-11T18:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:06:37.981-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daí eu tô fazendo matrícula no Júpiter e descubro a sequinte optativa:AGA0316 - A Vida no Contexto CósmicoObjetivosFornecer uma visão integrada das teorias de evolução da matéria (animada e inanimada). Abordar os limites e possibilidades de vida em diferentes ambientes planetários, tendo a vida na Terra como referência. Colocar em discussão as bases e perspectivas dos grandes projetos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4308563202064459351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4308563202064459351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-eu-t-fazendo-matrcula-no-jpiter-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-9137041863091777555</id><published>2008-12-07T14:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:36:49.607-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais uma descoberta em quadrinhos: Rafael Sica. Joca Reiners Terron e Angeli falaram bem dele no debate da Livraria da Vila, mas eu tinha esquecido de procurar depois. Daí achei o link no blog do Adão.Agora estou cobiçando o Mesmo Delivery do Rafael Grampá. Mas quero comprar na HQ Mix, que me pareceu uma loja muito simpática - fui lá pela primeira vez sexta passada, depois de ver uma peça na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/9137041863091777555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/9137041863091777555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-uma-descoberta-em-quadrinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/STsNyMdSv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/rehLQDR4_-M/s72-c/grampa.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1955200918648557045</id><published>2008-12-06T22:16:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:37:22.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inteligentes 'tendem a ter melhor sêmen', diz estudo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1955200918648557045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1955200918648557045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/inteligentes-tendem-ter-melhor-smen-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7184731259263363727</id><published>2008-12-06T22:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:41:32.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os verbos pra vagabundear são os melhores da língua portuguesa!Mariana me ensinou a procrastinar, agora Juliana-esposa-do-Legume me ensinou a mamparrear.Fico imaginando que outros verbos legais podem existir por aí à margem do meu conhecimento.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7184731259263363727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7184731259263363727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-verbos-pra-vagabundear-so-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6838836379843392321</id><published>2008-12-06T19:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:13:01.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the 2007 Venice Biennale, Sophie Calle showed her piece Take Care of Yourself, named after the last line of the message her ex had left her. Calle had asked dozens of women—including an actress, a clown, and a dancer—to interpret the break-up e-mail and presented the results in the French pavilion. (da Wikipédia)vê o que dá terminar com alguém por e-mail?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6838836379843392321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6838836379843392321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-2007-venice-biennale-sophie-calle.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8823374966341284438</id><published>2008-12-05T13:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:37:57.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ó Bueno, o trampo é meio mala, porque ele é centrado na história das webcomics (então tem uns quadrinhos que têm importância histórica mas são muito ruins) e em modelos de negócios em webcomics. mas coloco aqui a lista de quadrinhos que eu cito nele (tirando os históricos ruins), que acho que é mais legal. daí você conhece por si próprio.American Elf, de James Kolchakahttp://www.americanelf.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8823374966341284438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8823374966341284438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/bueno-o-trampo-meio-mala-porque-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6279405282636935641</id><published>2008-12-04T15:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:39:07.724-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vi esta tirinha e lembrei de você :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6279405282636935641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6279405282636935641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/vi-esta-tirinha-e-lembrei-de-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/STgUpvET_nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JJPPevCVzJ8/s72-c/malvados.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-9087256748910890614</id><published>2008-12-02T16:28:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:39:49.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje de manhã o Douglas tinha mandado por e-mail uma seleção de tirinha do PhD Comics. o Lui já tinha me falado dessas tirinhas há um tempão, e eu sempre pensava que precisava dar uma olhada, mas nunca lembrava. hoje fiquei conhecendo.entre as tirinhas que o Douglas mandou estava essa aqui:daí estava agora à tarde me divertindo às pampas preparando meu seminário sobre webcomics. e tava </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/9087256748910890614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/9087256748910890614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-de-manh-o-douglas-tinha-mandado.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/STV_G8EChWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J4A45NwAH1c/s72-c/phd102008s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2004202640713250152</id><published>2008-12-02T13:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:36:20.695-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pô, passei todo esse tempo achando que em Aqui e Agora o Gil cantava que "Amor é tudo que morre". Daí agora fui ver que é "Amor é tudo que MOVE".Talvez eu devesse ser mais otimista a partir dessa descoberta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2004202640713250152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2004202640713250152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/12/p-passei-todo-esse-tempo-achando-que-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3867538826201596480</id><published>2008-11-30T16:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:38:40.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>minhas três matérias de radiojornalismo em conjunto dizem tanto sobre quem eu sou que podiam ser meu About me do Orkut.Matéria 1: Conversa com Angeli, Laerte, Rafael Coutinho e Joca Reiners Terron na Balada LiteráriaMatéria 2: Lista de membros do partido neo-nazista britânico se torna pública através do WikileaksMatéria 3: Resenha de Mamma Mia! (Dica de compra de Natal)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3867538826201596480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3867538826201596480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/minhas-trs-matrias-de-radiojornalismo.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2728233312313278371</id><published>2008-11-28T12:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:40:36.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quem interessar possa: acabo de comprar o Mortos Incômodos, romance policial do Subcomandante Marcos em parceria com um outro autor, por R$9,90 na banca da Paulista em frente ao Conjunto Nacional. (Tá R$37,50 na Livraria Cultura, pra se ter uma idéia da pechincha.)Pra quem gosta dos beats, também tá a venda por R$9,90 o ótimo Quando eu era o tal, do Sam Kashner, sobre a experiência dele como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2728233312313278371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2728233312313278371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/quem-interessar-possa-acabo-de-comprar.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7981209039886844671</id><published>2008-11-23T23:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:40:49.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rita Kohl estava falando pra Amanda de sua falta de conhecimento em teoria literária. E disse que na Letras até tem essas matérias de introdução, mas que não lhe introduziram picas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7981209039886844671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7981209039886844671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/rita-kohl-estava-falando-pra-amanda-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4847897398954573997</id><published>2008-11-20T11:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:41:11.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olhando aqui minha evolução no curso e a grade curricular do curso de jornalismo, cheguei à seguinte conclusão: me formo em 2010. pelos meus cálculos, vou precisar de um semestre a mais pra fazer os 11 créditos de optativa que me faltarão. então em vez de me formar em julho, como previsto, me formo em dezembro.daí acho que, né, fazer outra graduação. que nessa aí não aprendi porra nenhuma, nem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4847897398954573997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4847897398954573997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/olhando-aqui-minha-evoluo-no-curso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5613160473210431942</id><published>2008-11-20T11:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:35:09.079-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIA 23 – DOMINGO14h30 — LIVRARIA DA VILAJOCA REINERS TERRON conversa com ANGELI, LAERTE e RAFAEL GRAMPÁ.O escritor cuiabano JOCA REINERS TERRON conversa com os quadrinistas ANGELI, LAERTE e RAFAEL GRAMPÁ. IREI. mas assim, IREI PRA CARALHO. tô lá já, praticamente. e comerei torta de ameixa na loja natureba em frente à livraria. melhor torta da vida, não como há anos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5613160473210431942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5613160473210431942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-23-domingo-14h30-livraria-da-vila.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1598889761411512863</id><published>2008-11-18T23:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:42:01.054-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas esse mundo é muito esquisito ou Eles estão se eforçando cada vez mais para dar coerência e linearidade ao roteiro.hoje o pai de um dos melhores amigos da minha irmã morreu. ela foi lá dar uma força pro amigo.quando vi minha irmã saindo, lembrei na hora da mãe do Mateus, e de como a morte dela foi marcante pra mim. e pensei em como não via o Mateus faz um tempão. isso foi no começo da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1598889761411512863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1598889761411512863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/mas-esse-mundo-muito-esquisito-ou-eles.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4953204675341438592</id><published>2008-11-14T15:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:42:12.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we won't stop until somebody calls the copsand even then we'll start again and just pretend thatnothing ever happened:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4953204675341438592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4953204675341438592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-wont-stop-until-somebody-calls-cops.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5080384287378993674</id><published>2008-11-14T14:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:57:43.315-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a versão em inglês de "Minha Menina" dos Mutantes é muito "ela é o meu chuchu".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5080384287378993674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5080384287378993674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/verso-em-ingls-de-minha-menina-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2769309368689779406</id><published>2008-11-14T12:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:17:04.665-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spun. que filme estranho. cheguei em casa ontem meio bêbada pós Quinta i Breja com a queriiiida Helena. peguei coisas pra comer e fui pra frente da TV. queria ver um pouco de algum filme começado e ir dormir, mas daí peguei esse começando e era filme sobre dogras (e eu gosto de filmes sobre dogras, mesmo que a coisa mais forte que eu tenha usado ultimamente seja cerveja) e tinha o Jason </summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/959404861501291005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/959404861501291005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTCIUAfDLIs/SRt6kwapcFI/AAAAAAAAABw/fxZUGxWBnVI/s72-c/calcinha+bege.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4539061984888369910</id><published>2008-11-12T22:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:58:09.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>da infinita série "grandes momentos da conversa de mulherzinha":conclusão esperançosa = nenhum cara é o homem da sua vida.(...) quem sabe desencanando isso realmente acontece (num dia em que eu não tenha raspado a perna e esteja de sutiã bege, que todo mundo sabe que é isso que acontece com as meninas solteiras).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4539061984888369910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4539061984888369910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-infinita-srie-grandes-momentos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1312624822048826751</id><published>2008-11-12T01:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:44:36.842-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu trabalho de Telejornalismo tá amaldiçoado.Primeiro eu perdi o papel com os nomes dos entrevistados. Mas daí descobri um jeito de possivelmente descobrir, perguntando pra uma moça simpática que eu entrevistei, que disseram que conhece todo mundo que estava lá.Fui passar o vídeo do mini-DVD pro meu pen drive. Botei no computador. Esse DVD está vazio. MEDA. PÂNICA. Daí fui falar com um dos moços</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1312624822048826751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1312624822048826751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-trabalho-de-telejornalismo-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4228349799827456051</id><published>2008-11-08T17:32:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:42:58.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AméricaAmérica eu te dei tudo e agora não sou nada.América dois dólares e vinte e sete centavos 17 de janeiro de 1956.América não agüento mais minha própria mente.América quando acabaremos com a guerra humana?Vá se foder com sua bomba atômica.Não estou legal não me encha o saco.Não escreverei meu poema enquanto não me sentir legal.América quando é que você será angelical?Quando você tirará sua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4228349799827456051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4228349799827456051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/amrica-amrica-eu-te-dei-tudo-e-agora-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5006702852516435859</id><published>2008-11-07T17:27:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:43:11.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>daí eu tava dando uma limpa na minha lista de compra pra Feira do Livro, já que consegui a proeza de ficar pobre pobre de marré marré no dia de receber salário, e percebi que, assim, que eu quero mesmo e pretendo ler de fato, só sobra putaria.tirando todos os livros teóricos que eu vou comprar e não ler (de feiras passadas ainda temos não lidos: Liberdade de Imprensa, do Marx; Comunicação digital</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5006702852516435859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5006702852516435859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-eu-tava-dando-uma-limpa-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8078899941002679596</id><published>2008-11-07T16:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:56:44.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aliás, estava falando pro Marchesan do meu plano genial de entrevistar o Allan Sieber, o André Dahmer, o Arnaldo Branco, toda essa galere dos quadrinhos e da internê, e virar melhor amiga de todos eles.o Marchesan falou que eu sofro de mau de Quase Famosos. e que eu devo me conformar com o fato de ser o inimigo.eu acho que não. Thais e galere dos quadrinhos BF4E.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8078899941002679596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8078899941002679596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/alis-estava-falando-pro-marchesan-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4559992100609026349</id><published>2008-11-07T15:33:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:03:32.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tive um surto consumista essa manhã. saí da aula de quadrinhos no meio, porque o segundo seminário do dia foi sobre mangás e eu não tenho lá muito interesse por mangás, e fui pesquisar pro meu seminário, sobre quadrinhos e internet. vai ser dividido em três aspectos: 1) grandes editoras e internet; 2) web comics independentes consagradas; 3) tirinhas amadoras. eu vou tratar do segundo tema. daí </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4559992100609026349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4559992100609026349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/tive-um-surto-consumista-essa-manh.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5281918905517291465</id><published>2008-11-04T21:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:43:29.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu sou uma besta quadrada. Uma anta. Serião. Não tem palavras pra expressar o quão burra eu sou.Há semanas atrás filmei minha primeira matéria em vídeo pra disciplina de Telejornalismo. Sobre o ato da Semana pela Democratização da Comunicação, que reivindicava a convocação pelo Governo Federal da I Conferência Nacional de Comunicação.Entrevistei quatro pessoas no ato e anotei o nome delas num </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5281918905517291465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5281918905517291465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-sou-uma-besta-quadrada.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3044973067791261318</id><published>2008-11-01T17:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:43:45.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody knows that our cities were built to be destroyed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3044973067791261318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3044973067791261318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/11/everybody-knows-that-our-cities-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2038449020608089710</id><published>2008-10-31T18:01:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:44:23.724-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A prova daquilo que João Bernardo nos contou na semana em que deu o Curso de Introdução aos Estudos do Fascismo na FFLCH:Percebam que há multas diferentes para mão naquilo e aquilo na mão. E que aquilo atrás daquilo é sussa, treta mesmo é língua naquilo, que dá multa, prisão e fotografia (dos contraventores, não da língua naquilo, correu em nos avisar o João Bernardo).&lt;3 Portugal &lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2038449020608089710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2038449020608089710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/prova-daquilo-que-joo-bernardo-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3763189071160170356</id><published>2008-10-31T17:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:14:07.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faz a pessoa se sentir um tanto fútil ter uma clínica de oncologia do lado de sua clínica de depilação.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3763189071160170356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3763189071160170356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/faz-pessoa-se-sentir-um-tanto-ftil-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1059381992385640520</id><published>2008-10-30T23:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:44:34.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tava aqui conferindo o Top 10 do Obama (E A MÚSICA PREFERIDA DO MCCAIN É DANCING QUEEN)Daí ouvi esse Bruce Springsteen cantando "I'm On Fire". Caralho, que homem.Hey little girl is your daddy homeDid he go away and leave you all aloneI got a bad desireIm on fireTell me now baby is he good to youCan he do to you the things that I doI can take you higherIm on fireÔ lá em casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1059381992385640520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1059381992385640520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/tava-aqui-conferindo-o-top-10-do-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-1161771590673229691</id><published>2008-10-24T11:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:44:44.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas esse mundo é pequeno bragarái.ontem fui no bar com Rita Kohl e Amanda, e Rita Kohl comentava que tinha adicionado a Cris do blog mais engraçado do mundo no Twitter e que a moça contava numa twittada bêbada que tinha beijado um fulano e que ela não tinha o menor pudor de twittar alcoolizada.daí hoje na aula da manhã, o palestrante gaúcho cujo nome eu não lembro falou do Macanudo, esse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1161771590673229691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/1161771590673229691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/mas-esse-mundo-pequeno-bragari.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5366816227770166090</id><published>2008-10-24T11:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:56:27.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La vaca es el animal más extraordinario que existe. Nos la comemos con patatas, hace bonito en el campo y es fuente de inspiración para artistas y poetas. Uno de los estómagos de la vaca se llama libro, y no debe extrañarnos, porque el libro es el segundo animal más extraordinario. Lo manchamos de salsa, hace bonito en las estanterías y a través de él nos llegan regularmente las ocurrencias de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5366816227770166090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5366816227770166090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-vaca-es-el-animal-ms-extraordinario.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4676599431961544987</id><published>2008-10-24T11:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:35:30.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday night also gets bonus points for sexual conquests. (horóscopo da revista Elle)cla-ro. hoje que eu não lavei o cabelo e nem depilei a perna e vou passar o dia inteiro na USP e voltar cedo pra casa pra viajar amanhã de manhã. hoje meu horóscopo da revista Elle promete conquistas sexuais. valeu, universo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4676599431961544987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4676599431961544987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-night-also-gets-bonus-points-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-3076375556528349861</id><published>2008-10-24T11:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:22:36.812-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>afff, cada vez que eu penso como as pessoas falam coisas imbecis quando nos pénabundeiam, fico mais puta.eu pénabundeei poucas pessoas na vida, sempre com uma inépcia notável (tenho no histórico um "tô de boa"), mas pelo menos acho o tô de boa mais honesto. eu de fato tava de boa, oras.agora, não me venha me falar que eu sou a melhor pessoa do mundo, mas infelizmente você está me pénabundeando.e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3076375556528349861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/3076375556528349861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/afff-cada-vez-que-eu-penso-como-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8006092540657459805</id><published>2008-10-21T16:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:45:00.167-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Três bases da minha matéria, a princípio:- entrevista com o Fernando e sua experiência na Medicina (a ser realizada essa sexta-feira)- matérias de jornais com casos de trote da última década (o antitrote.org tem uma Cronologia do Trote que me vai ser muito últil)- "O Calvário dos Carecas", do Glauco Mattoso, livro em que ele levanta documentos sobre o trote desde as universidades medievais o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8006092540657459805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8006092540657459805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/trs-bases-da-minha-matria-princpio.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4016714410231166478</id><published>2008-10-21T15:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:43:32.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu estava procurando notícias sobre trote de faculdade no Google News, quando achei o seguinte resumo:Ele conta a Mauro que viu os olhos do primogênito ao dormirG1.com.br - 14 out. 2008Desde que recebeu um DVD dos anos 80 com as imagens do trote da faculdade, Adriano tem refletido sobre as conseqüências da doação de sêmen que ele e Mauro fizeram na ocasião.WTF?daí eu cliquei no link e percebi que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4016714410231166478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4016714410231166478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-estava-procurando-notcias-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2683854909457503263</id><published>2008-10-16T11:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:45:20.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>horóscopo da revista Elle:Later this afternoon, think twice before eating or drinking something unfamiliar. Why put yourself through dyspeptic hell if you don't have to?ontem eu comi um hot dog da estação Brás da CPTM. será que o horóscopo tá com delay?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2683854909457503263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2683854909457503263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/horscopo-da-revista-elle-later-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8885014216076771192</id><published>2008-10-12T22:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:45:32.959-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o Mark Webber (ator principal do The Hottest State) parece o Beck numa versão mais máscula. me like it. mas ele está visivelmente ficando calvo, pobre.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8885014216076771192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8885014216076771192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-mark-webber-ator-principal-do-hottest.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-4279512049710747338</id><published>2008-10-12T16:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:33:22.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trilha sonora da minha cabeça esse fim de semana:Rocha - Never See Youultra de mulherzinha. da trilha sonora do "Um Amor Jovem" (The Hottest State), filme escrito e dirigido pelo Ethan Hawke. o filme consiste em meia hora de história de amor, uma hora e meia de sofrimento pós pé na bunda. tipo, MUITO sofrimento pós pé na bunda. não é nenhum grande filme, mas dá pra assistir. gosto muito do Ethan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4279512049710747338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/4279512049710747338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/trilha-sonora-da-minha-cabea-esse-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-6193384598337710679</id><published>2008-10-12T16:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:00:59.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse horóscopo da revista Elle às vezes é genial. A parte sobre sexta-feira é incrível. (Eu sou de touro.)Friday brings out your sensual more, more, more side...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6193384598337710679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/6193384598337710679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/esse-horscopo-da-revista-elle-s-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2287202597537937690</id><published>2008-10-10T18:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:45:45.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E, apenas para registrar, duas expressões engraçadas que eu e a Rita ouvimos esses dias (eu e a Rita estamos no rolê de diversificar a balada - últimas três vezes que saímos juntas foram pra rolês no mínimo inusitados: festa de fim de campanha de uma candidata a vereadora amiga, samba no Largo da Batata e Acid-Jazz no Berlin de terça - muito bom)Sem namorada, com FGTS(um amigo meu contando pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2287202597537937690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2287202597537937690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-apenas-para-registrar-duas-expresses.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-75423961046479668</id><published>2008-10-10T16:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:21:04.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tendo um momento Meus 12 Anos, lendo CardosOnline especial de 100 anos e ouvindo rock indie. (Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, muito divertido)"Em anos de internet, 10 anos equivalem a um SÉCULO" [Daniel "Mojo" Pellizzari]***Eu fico horny às sextas-feiras. Terceira sexta-feira solteira depois de 5 meses acompanhada e nas três sextas foi a mesma coisa. Nas 20 anteriores imagino que também.***Minha gata </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/75423961046479668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/75423961046479668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-fico-horny-s-sextas-feiras.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7359974299127948173</id><published>2008-10-10T15:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:07:43.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iniciação acaba em novembro. Recebo a última bolsa, portanto, em dezembro. Preciso estar empregada e assalariada em janeiro para ir-me a Belém do Pará participar do Fórum Social Mundial. Conhecer novas plagas com uma boa desculpa e elementos facilitadores (ônibus de graça ou muito barato, lugar pra ficar de graça, etc etc). Que caia do céu um estágio incrível em dezembro. Que me deixa faltar uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7359974299127948173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7359974299127948173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/iniciao-acaba-em-novembro.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-553981421630494901</id><published>2008-10-06T23:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:45:59.363-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vim de ônibus da USP planejando um post furioso contra todos os filhos da puta que acham que as demais pessoas do ônibus querem compartilhar do gosto musical horrendo deles (terça passada peguei um pretenso cantor, que foi desfilando sucessos da MPB da Consolação à Vila Mariana a plenos pulmões; hoje estava tentando ler meu livrinho quando subiu na Rebouças um cara com um celular tocando sambão).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/553981421630494901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/553981421630494901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/vim-de-nibus-da-usp-planejando-um-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5126433384586896704</id><published>2008-10-03T18:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:46:12.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pessoal do disáin, divirtam-se aê.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5126433384586896704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5126433384586896704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/pessoal-do-disin-divirtam-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-2239064720776363663</id><published>2008-10-03T12:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:10:02.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>era falta de álcool no organismo! após encher a cara na Quinta i Breja do MPL, acordei hoje de ressaca e bem humorada. tava achando essa coisa de não beber uma boa, já que perdi um quilo em um mês sem beber todos os dias (e um quilo pra mim faz diferença). mas agora percebo que não beber com os amigos com maior freqüência me faz uma pessoa mais mal humorada.esperemos que o universo e a FUSP </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2239064720776363663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/2239064720776363663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/era-falta-de-lcool-no-organismo-aps.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-5498523148639501202</id><published>2008-10-02T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:48:16.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se gelo bóia na água, por que o Leonardo DiCaprio congelado afunda no fim do Titanic?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5498523148639501202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/5498523148639501202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-gelo-bia-na-gua-por-que-o-leonardo.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-8007823010412509569</id><published>2008-10-02T11:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:48:33.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes, dizia o musical retardado que passou outro dia no Telecine Cult.Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and outStrut down the street and have your picture tookDressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn aboutThat Sunday shine is a certain signThat you feel as fine as you look!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8007823010412509569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/8007823010412509569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-no-blue-monday-in-your-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564233.post-7688142808622071082</id><published>2008-09-30T00:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:39:40.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>você está deprimido e mal humorado? ó sim, tudo pode piorar!1) aula da tarde: chego na aula pra apresentar seminário com meu grupo. outro grupo está na frente da sala. mas só havia uma apresentação prevista para aquela aula! perguntamos que texto vocês vão apresentar? descobrimos que é o mesmo que o nosso. perguntamos ao professor o que se passava, ele diz que se desorganizou. fala para nós nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7688142808622071082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564233/posts/default/7688142808622071082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedonoolho.blogspot.com/2008/09/voc-est-deprimido-e-mal-humorado-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10267186931569707447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
