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"Quando chegamos numa certa idade,para deixarmos nossa existência,precisamos cumprir algumas premissas:

1º Plantar uma árvore (feito!)
2º Casar ou comprar uma bicicleta (feito! Bicicleta!)
3º Escrever um livro (feito! Aqui está ele...Meu blog)"
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large;"&gt;De nada adianta tantas pessoas ao nosso redor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se no fundo a gente se senti assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sozinho e triste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Temos de mudar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1343214589382259751?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1343214589382259751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lle0_QMz3ts/TxdxdpjErdI/AAAAAAAABng/pG7l8F15__Y/s72-c/triste-3262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2453429756533008491</id><published>2012-01-12T23:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:34:29.789-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>Hey Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1lLkEH7vuK0?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero eles pra mim!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2453429756533008491?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1lLkEH7vuK0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7022445358844635472</id><published>2012-01-06T23:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:32:48.318-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Sozinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kil73-xyN-Y/Twef4w8l20I/AAAAAAAABBc/5NnIfG59vYU/s1600/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kil73-xyN-Y/Twef4w8l20I/AAAAAAAABBc/5NnIfG59vYU/s1600/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sozinha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse mundão tão cheio de gente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sentindo sozinha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito frio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo correndo muito rápido ao meu redor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os minutos voando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas sorrindo...bebendo...beijando...amando!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu...só olhando tudo...sozinha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vazia.﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7022445358844635472?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7022445358844635472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UzBLK0RXun0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-461153929989496695</id><published>2011-12-29T14:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:25:00.199-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Carlinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando Carlinhos era pequeno, queria ser bailarino e seus pais o desencorajaram, porque era coisa de viado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logo depois, quis ser cabeleireiro, mas seus pais não deixaram porque era coisa de viado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passado algum tempo quis ser estilista, mas seus pais não permitiram porque era coisa de viado.. Carlinhos cresceu, é viado e não sabe fazer porra nenhuma... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-461153929989496695?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/461153929989496695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=461153929989496695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/461153929989496695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/461153929989496695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/12/carlinhos.html' title='Carlinhos...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5795795237269860689</id><published>2011-12-24T20:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:33:23.342-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Cartinha para o Papai Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://marioav.nadamelhor.com/blog/0212/021223-cartao_natal_libero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;"Querido Papai Noel, espero que desta vez consiga ler a minha cartinha a tempo de realizar meu desejo! Ou será que terei de enviar mais e mais vezes até que leia...Todos os anos fico esperando...esperando e esperando e ....cansei! Vamos aguardar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL À TODOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5795795237269860689?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5795795237269860689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5795795237269860689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5795795237269860689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5795795237269860689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/12/cartinha-para-o-papai-noel.html' title='Cartinha para o Papai Noel'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2143879917439622109</id><published>2011-08-24T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:33:35.645-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>The Speed Of Pain -Marilyn Manson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j27LmQWpkeA?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2143879917439622109?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2143879917439622109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2143879917439622109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2143879917439622109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2143879917439622109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/speed-of-pain-marilyn-manson.html' title='The Speed Of Pain -Marilyn Manson'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j27LmQWpkeA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3791876885132621351</id><published>2011-08-21T21:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:33:50.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 1.5pt; padding-left: 1.5pt; padding-right: 1.5pt; padding-top: 1.5pt; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que tal?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer uns bolinhos?&lt;br /&gt;Para quem mora sozinho ou para a dona de casa estressada, é um caneco cheio!&lt;br /&gt;Fique de olho nas receitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/stroke&gt;&lt;formulas&gt;&lt;f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;/formulas&gt;&lt;path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/path&gt;&lt;lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/lock&gt;&lt;/shapetype&gt;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 153.75pt; width: 138pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:href="cid:1.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1026" style="height: 154.5pt; width: 131.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt; &lt;imagedata o:href="cid:2.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A brincadeira é que vc bate os ingredientes na própria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazetta.com.br/blog/submarino/?pal=caneca_" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;caneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;com um garfo e põe no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazetta.com.br/blog/submarino/?pal=microondas_" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;microondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;por 3 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_XD2aHQvdw/TlGqGJtPm2I/AAAAAAAABAI/q3OzPBjki-I/s1600/bolo-de-caneca.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_XD2aHQvdw/TlGqGJtPm2I/AAAAAAAABAI/q3OzPBjki-I/s320/bolo-de-caneca.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A massa crua é mais mole que a de um bolo normal mas é assim mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Não aumente a farinha ou terá um bolo duro&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE CANECA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;- 1 ovo pequeno &lt;br /&gt;- 4 colheres (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;- 3 colheres (sopa) de óleo &lt;br /&gt;- 2 colheres (sopa) rasas de chocolate em pó &lt;br /&gt;- 4 colheres (sopa) rasas de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;- 4 colheres (sopa) rasas de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;- 1 colher (café) rasa de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;Modo de Preparo: &lt;br /&gt;- Coloque o ovo na caneca e bata bem com um garfo. &lt;br /&gt;- Acrescente o óleo, o açúcar, o leite, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazetta.com.br/blog/submarino/?pal=chocolate_" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;e bata mais. &lt;br /&gt;- Acrescente a farinha e o fermento e mexa delicadamente até incorpar. &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Leve por 3 minutos no microondas na potência máxima. &lt;br /&gt;Dicas &lt;br /&gt;- A caneca deve ter capacidade de 300ml. &lt;br /&gt;- A medida de colher é sempre rasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;- Você pode servir este bolo com coberturas, caldas, castanhas e sorvete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;- E pode comer quente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE CHOCOLATE NA CANECA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Rende 2 porções) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1027" style="height: 240pt; width: 187.5pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:href="cid:3.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="file:///C:/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image003.jpg" v:shapes="_x0000_i1027" width="250" /&gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;2 canecas com capacidade de 150 ml &lt;br /&gt;1 gema &lt;br /&gt;6 colheres (sopa) de leite condensado &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) de manteiga &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de chocolate em pó &lt;br /&gt;5 colheres (sopa) de farinha de trigo peneirada &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento químico &lt;br /&gt;1 clara batida em neve &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;Leite condensado misturado com chocolate em pó a gosto &lt;br /&gt;Em uma tigela ponha a gema, o leite condensado, a manteiga, o leite e o chocolate em pó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bata com batedor de arame vigorosamente por três minutos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Acrescente a farinha de trigo e o fermento, e misture bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Junte a clara em neve e incorpore à mistura, mexendo com delicadeza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distribua nas canecas e asse por 25 minutos, a 180 graus em forno preaquecido. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se preferir, asse-o em forno microondas. Nesse caso, apenas 3 minutos em potência máxima bastam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Retire do forno e, enquanto ainda estiver quente, faça alguns furos com um palito e despeje o leite condensado misturado com o chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Decore como quiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE LARANJA NA CANECA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Rende 1 porção) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1028" style="height: 187.5pt; width: 371.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:href="cid:4.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="file:///C:/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image004.jpg" v:shapes="_x0000_i1028" width="495" /&gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ovo &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (sopa) de óleo &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) rasas de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de suco de laranja &lt;br /&gt;5 colheres (sopa) rasas de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento químico &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) açúcar de confeiteiro &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (chá) de suco de laranja &lt;br /&gt;Coloque o ovo na caneca e bata com o garfo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Adicione o óleo, o açúcar e o suco de laranja e misture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Agregue a farinha, o fermento e misture até uniformizar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Leve por três minutos ao microondas em potência máxima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;Junte tudo e cubra o bolo. &lt;br /&gt;Dica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vale trocar o suco de laranja pelo de limão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas, para essa substituição, em vez de 4 colheres (sopa) do sumo da laranja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;use 2 colheres (sopa) do limão, pois o sabor é mais acentuado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE LEITE DE COCO NA CANECA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Rende 1 porção) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1029" style="height: 187.5pt; width: 371.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:href="cid:5.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="file:///C:/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image005.jpg" v:shapes="_x0000_i1029" width="495" /&gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ovo &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de leite de coco &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (sopa) de óleo &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) rasas de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;5 colheres (sopa) rasas de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) rasa de coco ralado &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento químico &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de açúcar de confeiteiro &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (chá) de leite de coco &lt;br /&gt;Coco ralado &lt;br /&gt;Despeje o ovo inteiro na caneca e bata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Em seguida, junte o óleo, o açúcar, o leite de coco e misture bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Acrescente a farinha, o fermento e mexa até a massa ficar uniforme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Leve por três minutos ao microondas na potência máxima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cubra o bolo e polvilhe coco ralado. &lt;br /&gt;Dica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Depois de preparar a massa, passe manteiga e polvilhe farinha em outra caneca e despeje a massa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Assim, o doce não gruda e não quebra ao desenformar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE FUBÁ COM GOIABADA NA CANECA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Rende 1 porção) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;shape alt="" id="_x0000_i1030" style="height: 187.5pt; width: 371.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:href="cid:6.656690176@web45612.mail.sp1.yahoo.com" src="file:///C:\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if !vml]--&amp;gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="file:///C:/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg" v:shapes="_x0000_i1030" width="495" /&gt;&amp;lt;!--[endif]--&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ovo &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (sopa) de óleo &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) rasas de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) rasas de fubá &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) rasas de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de goiabada &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) de água &lt;br /&gt;Derrame o ovo na caneca e bata com o garfo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Acrescente o óleo, o açúcar, o leite e o fubá e misture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Coloque a farinha de trigo e o fermento e mexa até dar o ponto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Leve por três minutos no microondas em potência máxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;Pique a goiabada, junte a água e ponha no microondas por um minuto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Espalhe sobre o bolo. &lt;br /&gt;Dica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Em vez de goiabada, cubra o doce com geléias de sabores diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO DE CENOURA DE CANECA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;ingredientes &lt;br /&gt;1 cenoura pequena &lt;br /&gt;1 ovo &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres de sopa de oleo de milho &lt;br /&gt;1 pitada de sal &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres de açucar. &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres de sopa rasa de trigo.. &lt;br /&gt;cobertura &lt;br /&gt;1 colher de nescau &lt;br /&gt;1/2 colher de manteiga &lt;br /&gt;1 colher de açucar &lt;br /&gt;1 colher de leite &lt;br /&gt;modo de preparo &lt;br /&gt;Raspe a cenoura e corte em pedaços pequenos, coloque no processador, junto com o oleo e o ovo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bate até a cenoura ficar bem triturada.. &lt;br /&gt;Coloque na caneca, o trigo, o açucar e o fermento , junte a cenoura batida e misture bem.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Meu microondas é antigo.. acho que mais forte.. 2 minutos foi o tempo exato.. &lt;br /&gt;Cobertura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Misture tudo numa xicara de chá e leve ao microondas por 40 seg. retire ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bata bem deixe esfriar e cobra o bolo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANECA DE PÃO DE QUEIJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;1 ovo pequeno &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (sopa) de oléo &lt;br /&gt;1 pitada de sal &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de queijo parmesão ralado &lt;br /&gt;4&amp;nbsp; colheres (sopa) de polvilho azedo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;margarina para untar &lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparo: &lt;br /&gt;Bata todos os ingredientes no liquidificador, e unte a caneca com margarina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;coloque esta mistura até a metade da altura da caneca e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;leve no microondas por 3 minutos em potência media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; retire e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;polvilhe o queijo parmesão para decorar. &lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 2 canecas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLO SALGADO DE CANECA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;1 ovo pequeno &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de leite &lt;br /&gt;3 colheres (sopa) óleo &lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;1 pitada de sal &lt;br /&gt;1 fatia de queijo mussarela &lt;br /&gt;1 fatia de peito de peru &lt;br /&gt;1/2 tomate picado sem semente &lt;br /&gt;orégano e queijo parmesão para decorar &lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparo: &lt;br /&gt;Misture todos os ingredientes menos a decoração numa caneca de 300 ml, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;misture bem e leve no &lt;b&gt;microondas em potência alta por 3 minutos &lt;/b&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;decore com orégano e queijo parmesão e folhas de salsinha. &lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 1 caneca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANECA DE PUDIM DE LEITE CONDENSADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;1 lata de leite condensado &lt;br /&gt;1 e 1/2 lata de leite &lt;br /&gt;3 ovos &lt;br /&gt;gotas de baunilha para perfumar &lt;br /&gt;Calda: &lt;br /&gt;6 colheres (de sopa) de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;6 colheres(de sopa) de água &lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparo: &lt;br /&gt;Em um recipiente misture os ingredientes do pudim (pode ser manual ou no liquidificador) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;misture bem os ingredientes e reserve. &lt;br /&gt;Para calda coloque o açúcar e água, leve ao microondas por 3 minutos em potência alta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;coloque a calda na caneca e coloque a mistura na metade da caneca, faça isso em 4 canecas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;leve uma de cada vez ao &lt;b&gt;microondas por 3 minutos em potência alta. &lt;/b&gt;Decore com um pouco de calda. &lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 4 canecas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;CANECA DE PETIT GATEAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;1/2 lata de leite condensado &lt;br /&gt;1/2 caixa de creme de leite &lt;br /&gt;3 ovos pequenos &lt;br /&gt;1/2 lata de chocolate em pó &lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de farinha de trigo &lt;br /&gt;1 colher (café) bem rasa de fermento em pó &lt;br /&gt;margarina para untar &lt;br /&gt;Ganache: &lt;br /&gt;100 g de chocolate ao leite &lt;br /&gt;70 ml de creme de leite &lt;br /&gt;1 saco de confeitar descartável &lt;br /&gt;Decoração: &lt;br /&gt;4 bolas de sorvete &lt;br /&gt;folhas de hortelã e calda de chocolate &lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparo: &lt;br /&gt;Bata&amp;nbsp; todos os ingredientes em um liquidificador, coloque a mistura ate a metade da altura da caneca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;já untada com margarina, e com o saco de confeitar coloque no meio da massa crua um pouco do ganache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;leve ao &lt;b&gt;microondas por 3 minutos,&lt;/b&gt; sirva com uma bola de sorvete de creme e folhas de hortelã. &lt;br /&gt;Rendimento: 4 canecas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;NÃO SEJA EGOÍSTA, REPASSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6whJjAhpjt8/Ti7gxMxdxZI/AAAAAAAABAA/yLA9hCuU_Rw/s1600/bebado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6whJjAhpjt8/Ti7gxMxdxZI/AAAAAAAABAA/yLA9hCuU_Rw/s320/bebado.jpg" t$="true" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O BÊBADO, O PADRE E A ARTRITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Num ônibus, um padre sentou-se ao lado de um bêbado que, com dificuldade, lia o jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;De repente, com a voz 'empastada', o bêbado perguntou ao padre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- O senhor sabe o que é artrite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O pároco logo pensou em aproveitar a oportunidade para passar um sermão no bêbado e respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- É uma doença provocada pela vida pecaminosa e sem regras: excesso de consumo de álcool, certamente mulheres perdidas, promiscuidade, sexo, farras e outras coisas que nem ouso dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O bêbado arregalou os olhos, calou-se e continuou lendo o jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pouco depois o padre, achando que tinha sido muito duro com o bêbado, tentou amenizar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Há quanto tempo o senhor está com artrite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Eu?... Eu não tenho artrite!... Diz o jornal que, quem tem é o Papa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-972189240122100243?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/972189240122100243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=972189240122100243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/972189240122100243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/972189240122100243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMoY0KefkWI/ThoL19FYrYI/AAAAAAAAA_0/agB1RcOGAqg/s1600/feliz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMoY0KefkWI/ThoL19FYrYI/AAAAAAAAA_0/agB1RcOGAqg/s320/feliz.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Acreditar que a nossa vida não é melhor ou pior do que a de ninguém.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Nunca sentir-se maior ou menor, mas igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Fazer o bem sem olhar à quem e não esperar nada em troca, é uma maneira de encontrar a felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Procurar sorrir sempre,mesmo diante das dificuldades e não se envergonhar das lágrimas, diante da necessidade, é outra maneira de irmos ao encontro dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Ser humilde, prestar favores sem recompensas abrir as mãos e oferecer ajuda, é uma maneira de buscar a felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Chorar e sofrer, mas lutar e procurar vencer, sem deixar o cansaço te derrotar, nem o desânimo ou o preconceito te dominar, é uma maneira de ganhar a felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Aprender à defender seus ideais e a amar seus semelhantes, à conquistar seus amigos pelo que é e não pelo que queiram que seja, é mais uma maneira de abraçar a felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Saber ganhar e saber perder, é uma rara conquista, mas você consegue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Tenha fé, acredite em Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Viva cada momento de sua vida como se fosse o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Faça de sua vida uma conquistas de vitórias, uma virtude e aproveite tudo o que ela te der como oportunidade...mesmo sofrendo, sofra amando.....pois é através do amor que você encontrará as chaves para abrir as portas da felicidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;[Autor: Desconhecido - Lido: 1982 Vezes - Categoria: Felicidade]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4612399883789298605?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4612399883789298605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMoY0KefkWI/ThoL19FYrYI/AAAAAAAAA_0/agB1RcOGAqg/s72-c/feliz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-908526587093442983</id><published>2011-07-10T17:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:56:16.907-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>38 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMRVyYwHzk/ThoR3q6AW-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/b5yzn0KfAKc/s1600/garfield.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMRVyYwHzk/ThoR3q6AW-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/b5yzn0KfAKc/s1600/garfield.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tem gente que fica muito preocupada quanto os anos vão se passando, a idade vai aumentando, mais não é meu caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu realmente acredito que quanto mais "velhos" ficamos - ficamos também mais vitoriosos, quantos conseguem chegar na nossa idade, sem doenças, inteiros de corpo e alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que se preocupar com aparência! Temos que nos preocupar se, em todos essas anos "passados" foram realmente "vividos" ou se a vida não nos enganou e deixou correr por nossos dedos as coisas boas que ela tem para nos oferecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;No meu caso de novo, acredito que tudo foi muito bem aproveitado...dentro do limite...que não prejudicou minha "velhice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;A minha vida, foi muito boa até agora, com seus picos de alegrias e tristezas, aprovações e reprovações, mais tudo deixando ótimas marcas de aprendizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;É isso que toda pessoa precisa aprender! Tudo é um aprendizado para nossa continuidade aqui na Terra. Tudo é para aprimorar nossa alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não podemos deixar as coisas nos derrubarem, se cairmos temos a obrigação de levantar rapidinho, nossa vida depende de nós mesmos...ninguém pode fazer nada por nós se nós mesmos não fizermos primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Estou feliz com meus 38 anos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Estou bem comigo mesmo...sem essa de inferno astral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Correndo atrás de minhas metas? Sempre...só parando na morte!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo no coração de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente à aqueles que lembraram de mim rsrsrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-908526587093442983?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/908526587093442983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=908526587093442983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/908526587093442983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/908526587093442983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/38-anos.html' title='38 anos'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMRVyYwHzk/ThoR3q6AW-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/b5yzn0KfAKc/s72-c/garfield.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4952806411257509311</id><published>2011-07-10T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:26:58.160-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>10 Dicas para ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ckFSWUUpk/ThoJ5CurPgI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AHIBUU_HOpw/s1600/992C4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ckFSWUUpk/ThoJ5CurPgI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AHIBUU_HOpw/s320/992C4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;1. Jamais prive uma pessoa de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;2. Gaste menos do que você ganha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;3. Saiba perdoar a si e aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;4. Não tome nenhuma atitude zangado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;5. Reconheça seus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;6. Sorria; não custa nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;7. Faça novos amigos e cultive os antigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;8. Dê as pessoas uma segunda chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;9. Dê o melhor de si no trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;10. Faça de cada momento uma grande alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4952806411257509311?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4952806411257509311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4952806411257509311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4952806411257509311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4952806411257509311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-dicas-para-ser-feliz.html' title='10 Dicas para ser Feliz'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ckFSWUUpk/ThoJ5CurPgI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AHIBUU_HOpw/s72-c/992C4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2125332866625472145</id><published>2011-07-05T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:42:49.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz,somente uma época da vida de cada pessoa em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos e ter energia bastante para realizá-los a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos. Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo nem culpa de sentir prazer. Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida à nossa própria imagem e semelhança e vestir-se com todas as cores e experimentar todos os sabores e entregar-se a todos os amores sem preconceito nem pudor. Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem em que todo desafio é mais um convite à luta que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição de tentar algo NOVO,de NOVO e de NOVO, e quantas vezes for preciso. Esta idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE e tem a duração do instante que passa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2125332866625472145?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2125332866625472145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2125332866625472145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2125332866625472145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2125332866625472145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-presente.html' title='O Presente'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2152931648896858111</id><published>2011-06-25T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:33:59.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Trabalhando (1 ano)</title><content type='html'>Hoje faço um ano que estou trabalhando, bom? Pode ser sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando... isso que interessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2152931648896858111?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2152931648896858111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2152931648896858111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2152931648896858111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2152931648896858111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/trabalhando-1-ano.html' title='Trabalhando (1 ano)'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-880353331491967478</id><published>2011-06-25T14:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:44:00.321-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Algumas das Melhores Coisas da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ftX0oAAwkg/Tf42gfUKGdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/b8YqyqdD4GQ/s1600/coisas+da+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ftX0oAAwkg/Tf42gfUKGdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/b8YqyqdD4GQ/s320/coisas+da+vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Se apaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Rir até sentir o rosto doer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Um banho quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Um supermercado sem filas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Um olhar especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Receber cartas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Dirigir numa estrada bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Escutar sua música preferida no rádio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Um banho de espuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Uma boa conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Achar uma nota de R$50,00 na sua blusa do inverno passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Rir de você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Rir sem absolutamente razão nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ter alguém pra te dizer que você que é bonito (a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Rir por alguma coisa que você lembrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Os amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ouvir acidentalmente alguém falar bem de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Acordar e perceber que ainda faltam algumas horas para dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fazer novos amigos ou ficar junto dos velhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Conversas à noite com seu colega de quarto que não te deixa dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Alguém brincar com o seu cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Bons sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Viagens com os amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Beijar na boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ir à um bom show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ter calafrios ao ver aquela pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ganhar um jogo difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Passar o tempo com os amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ver os amigos sorrir ou rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Segurar as mãos de um amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Encontrar com um velho amigo e descobrir que têm coisas que nunca mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é eterno e incondicional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Abraçar a pessoa que você ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ver a expressão de alguém que ganhou um presente que queria muito de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ver o nascer do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Levantar todo dia e agradecer a Deus por outro lindo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sorriam e aproveitem as coisas boas da vida !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(Anônimo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-880353331491967478?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/880353331491967478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=880353331491967478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/880353331491967478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/880353331491967478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/algumas-das-melhores-coisas-da-vida.html' title='Algumas das Melhores Coisas da Vida'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ftX0oAAwkg/Tf42gfUKGdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/b8YqyqdD4GQ/s72-c/coisas+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4245250949247681655</id><published>2011-06-20T11:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:35:03.675-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Mais Feliz - Adriana Calcanhoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BUF-04El9xw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma boa época...&lt;br /&gt;Só isso...&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda trás bons sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4245250949247681655?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4245250949247681655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4245250949247681655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4245250949247681655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4245250949247681655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/mais-feliz-adriana-calcanhoto.html' title='Mais Feliz - Adriana Calcanhoto'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BUF-04El9xw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7272658850531477901</id><published>2011-06-19T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:34:26.655-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/osPDXiNdkME?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7272658850531477901?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7272658850531477901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7272658850531477901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7272658850531477901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7272658850531477901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida.html' title='Lição de Vida...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/osPDXiNdkME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-820099283278347092</id><published>2011-06-05T19:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:14:48.433-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Oswaldo Montenegro &amp; Zé Alexandre - Bandolins (video clip)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yxiActZhnMs?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, estava cochilando nessa tarde fria de domingo, ouvindo o rádio bem baixinho, quando despertei ao som dessa RARIDADE que, me levou a um saudoso passado alegre? Triste? ... bem seja o que for essa maravilha deve entrar aqui "na minha vida" afinal fez parte de uma grande parte.&lt;br /&gt;E quem já não rodopiou aos sons dos bandolins cantados por eles hein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-820099283278347092?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/820099283278347092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=820099283278347092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/820099283278347092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/820099283278347092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/oswaldo-montenegro-ze-alexandre.html' title='Oswaldo Montenegro &amp; 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Luciano -  Mentes Tão Bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZF5zbHrcIFo?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você fala tão apaixonada "Meu amor eu sempre estarei contigo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho nos seus olhos. me emociono e choro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que é mentira, mas me sinto vivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sendo falso o ar, sinto que respiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentes tão bem que parece verdade o que você me fala, vou acreditando, até chego a imaginar que não quer me enganar que ama de verdade...mentes tão bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não me ama de verdade - você mente tão bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-6356082012321711528?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6356082012321711528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=6356082012321711528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6356082012321711528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6356082012321711528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/zeze-di-camargo-luciano-mentes-tao-bem.html' title='Zezé Di Camargo &amp; Luciano -  Mentes Tão Bem'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZF5zbHrcIFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5844121655012379014</id><published>2011-05-02T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:00:09.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datas Comemorativas'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional do Profissional em Secretariado (EU)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODA SECRETÁRIA É UMA FLOR… SÓ VARIA O TIPO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Sandra Braconnot(*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Você é uma flor!” – muito provavelmente você já tenha sido elogiada assim porque uma boa secretária pode ser realmente comparada a uma flor. Ambas – as flores e as secretárias - fazem muita diferença em um ambiente corporativo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com a função de apoiar organizar, ajudar nas decisões, coordenar, entre outras tarefas essas profissionais imprimem um estilo próprio de ser e de fazer. Cada uma do seu jeito, da sua maneira, com qualidades e defeitos. E, assim como as flores, cada um tem o seu tipo e suas próprias características.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como é a sua secretária? Ou que tipo de secretária é você? Já parou para pensar? Eu afirmo que Toda Secretária é uma Flor... Só varia o Tipo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conheçam algumas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Orquídea:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elegante, perfumada, sempre bem maquiada. Presença discreta, mas forte. É firme nas decisões e utiliza todo o seu talento e inteligência para ajudar ao seu executivo. É querida e respeitada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Antúrio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É autoritária, mandona e gosta de ser servida. Quer ser valorizada e respeitada a qualquer custo. Dá bronca no executivo, discute e aponta seus erros (e quase nunca os acertos). É temida e tem poucos amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Dombéya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É suave e delicada nas ações, firme e segura nas decisões. É inteligente emocionalmente e consegue manter a calma e a serenidade em momentos de stress e tensão. Consegue acalmar o executivo. Tem sempre um chá de camomila para oferecer. É querida e procurada para dar conselhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Camélia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É amável e sensível – até demais! Do tipo que se chateia por qualquer coisa. Guarda ressentimentos e faz “bico”. Quando se sente “ferida”, amarra a cara e o executivo nunca sabe exatamente o que fez. As pessoas têm um certo receio de falar alguma coisa com ela, pois nunca sabem exatamente como ela vai receber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Flor de Cactus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Santa da empresa. A que consegue acalmar as feras, a que apaga incêndios. Convive com a estupidez dos outros sem perder a sua sensibilidade. É sempre chamada para resolver problemas complicados e lidar com pessoas rudes e agressivas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Copo de Leite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É madura e experiente. Já poderia ter se aposentado, mas permanece na empresa por sua grande sabedoria. Amorosa, trata a todos com respeito e cortesia. Respeitada pelo executivo que depende dela para quase tudo. É a "grande mãe”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Boca de Leão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito popular, está sempre rodeada de pessoas. Conhece todo mundo – inclusive a vida dos outros – e sabe de tudo o que acontece na empresa. Fala muito e tem sempre uma história para contar. Como tudo depende da dose, algumas são fofoqueiras e falam da vida de todo mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Raflésia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É poderosa e temida. Quando chega causa mal-estar entre as pessoas.Gosta de mandar, menosprezar e até humilhar. É do tipo parasita: suga a energia de todos. (em extinção?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secretária Flor-de-Lótus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É integra, justa e transparente. Trata a todos com respeito e procura valorizar o que cada pessoa tem de melhor. Convive entre os poderosos e não se corrompe. Pode estar na “lama”, mas mantém-se limpa e perfumada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantos os tipos de secretárias (e de flores) que eu nunca acabaria esse artigo, por isso vou ficando por aqui. E se por acaso você “não gostou da sua flor”, anime-se: quando o solo é fértil outras flores podem ser semeadas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns a todas as Secretárias pelo o seu Dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*) Sandra Braconnot é jornalista, Trainer em Programação Neurolinguística, Coach de Vida, Palestrante, Diretora da Flores &amp;amp; Seres Comunicação e Desenvolvimento e Editora do Portal das Flores (www.portaldasflores.org)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sandra@portaldasflores.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sandra@portaldasflores.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5844121655012379014?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5844121655012379014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5844121655012379014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5844121655012379014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5844121655012379014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-internacional-do-profissional-em.html' title='Dia Internacional do Profissional em Secretariado (EU)'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2875903042669299363</id><published>2011-04-22T11:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:00:07.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleza e Saúde'/><title type='text'>Verdades e Mitos sobre a Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSFAsj5FXj4/TazHtwzL5BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nfgkHeKDaS0/s1600/037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSFAsj5FXj4/TazHtwzL5BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nfgkHeKDaS0/s320/037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Continuando as dicas da Anna Pegova..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óleo de amêndoa não evita estrias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDADE.&lt;/strong&gt; O óleo de amêndoa age somente na camada superficial da pele umectanto a epiderme, Porém, as estrias se formam devido ao rompimento das fibras elásticas que sustentam a camada intermediária da pele (derme), formada pelo colágeno e elastina (responsáveis pela sua elasticidade e tonicidade). Portanto, para melhorar as estrias precisamos usar um produto que ultrapasse as primeiras camadas da epiderme e além de hidratar, deve ser rico em nutrientes regeneradores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pele acostuma com os cosméticos, reduzindo ou até mesmo anulando seu poder de ação?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITO.&lt;/strong&gt; A pele não armazena nutrientes, a cada produto aplicado ela absorve o que precisa para sua "sobrevivência", em um processo que se repete constantemente, pois todo dia ela é agredida e perde nutrientes, não havendo a menor possibilidade de acostumar ou anular o poder de ação dos ativos dos produtos utilizados. No caso de um tratamento anti-idade, o uso contínuo do produto manterá a pele rejuvenescida e viçosa, mas para que ela continue assim, o cuidado deve ser diário. O que pode ser feito é, após sentir melhorar sua pele, intercalar o uso destes com outros anti-idades ou regeneradores para beneficiá-la com ais ativos. Ao contrário do uso repetido do mesmo xampu, por exemplo, onde os silicones (presentes na maioria) se acumulam nos fios levando à queda e oleosidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A exposição solar melhora o aspecto da acne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITO.&lt;/strong&gt; Embora isso ocorra em um&amp;nbsp; primeiro momento, pois a pele resseca, o sol favorece o aumento da oleosidade, que combinada a outras substâncias cria um tampão na superfície da pele, obstruindo os poros, impedindo a saída natural da oleosidade, formando um ambiente perfeito para a proliferação das bactérias, surgimento da acne e inflamações. Por isso é importante esfoliar, hidratar e fazer ma limpeza de pele para desobstruir os poros e eliminar os cravos retidos antes e depois da exposição solar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usando retinol à noite poso tomar sol durante o dia, verão e inverno?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDADE.&lt;/strong&gt; Nenhuma forma de vitamina A é fotossensível, ou seja, não reage à exposição solar nem provoca manchas. Entretanto, essa substância estimula a renovação celular e, portanto, deixa a pele mais nova e fina&amp;nbsp; e consequentemente mais sensível, por essa razão é aconselhável o uso do filtro solar de dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2875903042669299363?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2875903042669299363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2875903042669299363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2875903042669299363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2875903042669299363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/04/verdades-e-mitos-sobre-pele_22.html' title='Verdades e Mitos sobre a Pele'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSFAsj5FXj4/TazHtwzL5BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nfgkHeKDaS0/s72-c/037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2235984004272899033</id><published>2011-04-20T11:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:00:00.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleza e Saúde'/><title type='text'>Verdades e Mitos sobre a Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-CF1YmBTN8/TazAcqztU4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/sYSXxg8tSYs/s1600/DSC05261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-CF1YmBTN8/TazAcqztU4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/sYSXxg8tSYs/s320/DSC05261.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Vou passar aqui para vocês algumas dicas interessantes que recebi num folheto da Anna Pegova - bem legais por sinal. São oito dicas, seguem 04 e depois coloca mais 04."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tratamento de manchas pode ser feito em qualquer época do ano, com uso de produto anti mancha durante o dia e à noite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDADE&lt;/strong&gt;. Esperar a chegada do inverso para iniciar o tratamento é coisa do passado. Hoje temos produtos para o tratamento das manchas que utilizam ativos naturais que não provocam fotossensibilidade e, que, por não serem agressivos como os ácidos, podem ser utilizados tanto no inverno quanto no verão, dia e noite sem correr o risco de apresentar efeitos colaterais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso usar o mesmo produto de dia e à noite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITO&lt;/strong&gt;. É fundamental respeitar a indicação de uso de cada produto. Um regenerador com Retinol, por exemplo, é indicado para noite, pois é nesse período que o organismo "recarrega" as suas "baterias" e a renovação celular está mais ativa, isso porque a pele não está sendo agredida por nenhum fator externo. Durante o dia a pele precisa de proteção e neste caso o hidratante e o filtro solar fazem a função. Lembrando que a hidratação é um cuidado fundamental para a manutenção da integridade, beleza e juventude da pele, principalmente após a exposição prolongada ao sol. Já o filtro solar protege a pele das manchas, da oxidação e do envelhecimento precoce&amp;nbsp; provocados pelos raios UV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pele&amp;nbsp; oleosa não precisa de hidratação?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITO.&lt;/strong&gt; Pele oleosa não&amp;nbsp;é sinonimo de pele hidratada. A pele oleosa e mista produz uma quantidade maior de sebo, principalmente em dias quentes e, ao contrário do que muitos acreditam, sem nenhum poder de hidratante. para hidratar na medida certa e evitar aquela sensação pegajosa é imprescindível usar o hidratante certo para cada tipo de pele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filtro solar não substitui o hidratante e o produto anti-idade?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDADE.&lt;/strong&gt; Mais uma vez reforçamos que cada produto possui uma função específica para determinada necessidade e tipo de pele. O hidratante ou anti-idade propiciam uma profunda ação aumentando a hidratação e o rejuvenescimento. No caso do filtro solar, sua principal função é proteger a pele da ação e danos dos raios UVA/UVB, sem penetrar na pele. O filtro solar com poder de hidratante, diminui a perda&amp;nbsp; da água e somente mantém a hidratação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2235984004272899033?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2235984004272899033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2235984004272899033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2235984004272899033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2235984004272899033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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inverno passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rir de você mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rir sem absolutamente razão nenhuma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter alguém pra te dizer que você que é bonito (a).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rir por alguma coisa que você lembrou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir acidentalmente alguém falar bem de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordar e perceber que ainda faltam algumas horas para dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer novos amigos ou ficar junto dos velhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversas à noite com seu colega de quarto que não te deixa dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém brincar com o seu cabelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bons sonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viagens com os amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dançar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijar na boca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ir à um bom show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter calafrios ao ver aquela pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ganhar um jogo difícil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passar o tempo com os amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver os amigos sorrir ou rir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segurar as mãos de um amigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrar com um velho amigo e descobrir que têm coisas que nunca mudam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobrir que o amor é eterno e incondicional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraçar a pessoa que você ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver a expressão de alguém que ganhou um presente que queria muito de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver o nascer do sol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levantar todo dia e agradecer a Deus por outro lindo dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorriam e aproveitem as coisas boas da vida !!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anônimo) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-8044035575774964488?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8044035575774964488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=8044035575774964488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8044035575774964488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8044035575774964488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/04/algumas-das-melhores-coisas-da-vida.html' title='ALGUMAS DAS MELHORES COISAS DA VIDA'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-756385711240711607</id><published>2011-03-14T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:29:53.539-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O tempo não para!</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era jovem (adolescente) ficava pensando:&lt;br /&gt;Por que as pessoas correm tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que carregam tanta coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Por que discutem por tão pouco?&lt;br /&gt;Por que dizem que os mais velhos são mais sábios?&lt;br /&gt;Por que acham a vida tão difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Por que o tempo é tão curto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que algumas são tão tristes, deprimidas e dão fim a própria vida!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje consigo visualizar as respostas de todos esses porques... e olha não é que tudo é difícil é que a vida com o passar do tempo vai se tornando mais exigente e nós cobramos cada vez mais de nós mesmos...é algo irracional, talvez, mais somos assim! Dessa forma, acabamos com nós mesmos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que entra a inteligência dos mais velhos, se pararmos e olharmos para nós mesmos e vermos tudo que já passamos (bem ou mal) (por cima ou por baixo) tiramos proveito disso e achamos oxigênio para respirar e continuar a assim atingirmos nossas metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos de nos focar! Temos que oxigenar! Temos que olhar para nós mesmos por fora! Isso é importantíssimo até para que não enlouqueçamos e façamos "besteiras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos de correr muito&lt;br /&gt;Temos de explorar nossas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Envelhecer com sabedoria é uma arte&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma grande batalha - cheia de vitoriosos&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é realmente curto para os que querem crescer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-756385711240711607?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/756385711240711607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=756385711240711607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Mulheres - Parabéns!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="'Pal1225078434hw.hwShow(event," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="solid" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="'Pal1225078434hw.aqkqhblqnaj(" onmouseout="'Pal1225078434hw.hideMaybe(this," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="dotted 1px" href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=489#"&gt;Mulheres&lt;/a&gt; fracas, fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres mostram que mesmo através da fragilidade.São fortes o bastante para erguerem sempre cabeça sem desistir, pois sabemos que somos capazes de vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Temos a delicadeza das flores&lt;br /&gt;A força de &lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="'Pal1225078434hw.hwShow(event," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="solid" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px 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TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="'Pal1225078434hw.aqkqhblqnaj(" onmouseout="'Pal1225078434hw.hideMaybe(this," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="dotted 1px" href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=489#"&gt;amiga,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão de ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;E o amor por ser mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Somos fêmeas guerreiras, vencedoras,&lt;br /&gt;Somos sempre o tema de um poema&lt;br /&gt;Distribuímos paixão, meiguice, força, carinho, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Somos um pouco de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Calmas, agitadas, lentas!&lt;br /&gt;Vaidosas, charmosas, turbulentas.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres fortes e lutadoras.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres conquistadoras - que amam e querem ser amadas&lt;br /&gt;Elegantes e repletas de inteligência&lt;br /&gt;Com paciência e sabedora&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres duras, fracas.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres de todas raças&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres sem fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres... mulheres...mulheres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4802271335918866173?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4802271335918866173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4802271335918866173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4802271335918866173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4802271335918866173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulheres-parabens.html' title='Mulheres - 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zFauXHqNhY/TWwDCD_BW0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/xhWVj8NcQsE/s400/50_chaplin_metro_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acaricaturadobrasil.com/2009/11/50-razoes-para-rir-degustacao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.acaricaturadobrasil.com/2009/11/50-razoes-para-rir-degustacao.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlZqFMW7LGw/TWwCzwbeErI/AAAAAAAAA-c/MqgnLvhWzyM/s1600/50_chaplin_metro_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1439581198058582579?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zFauXHqNhY/TWwDCD_BW0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/xhWVj8NcQsE/s72-c/50_chaplin_metro_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-332497371811680990</id><published>2011-01-28T10:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:09:01.047-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Debbie Gibson - Foolish Beat (video) Tradução</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que lembram dessa música.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era perfeita (e ainda é pra mim)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bons tempos, romances ingênuos, mais que doiam tanto quanto os de hoje...será mesmo...sei lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era gostoso curtir naquela época.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantei muito e sofri muito também!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"jovens adolescentes - que vão do 8 ao 8000 em segundos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sentem suas vidas acabarem - ou pensam que nunca mais serão felizes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantismo juvenil, o que seria de nós hoje sem esse alicerce !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda gosto dessa música e acho que é a única dela que gosto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos "In Love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escuta aí vai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JXqRkK_GLTc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-332497371811680990?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/332497371811680990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=332497371811680990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/332497371811680990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/332497371811680990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/debbie-gibson-foolish-beat-video.html' title='Debbie Gibson - Foolish Beat (video) Tradução'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JXqRkK_GLTc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7928752123440954603</id><published>2011-01-27T10:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:46:00.499-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Despenteie-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuXoFQJjiI/AAAAAAAAA94/p82kpAC4BAs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565208479406853666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuXoFQJjiI/AAAAAAAAA94/p82kpAC4BAs/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie, por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é gostoso, engorda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é lindo, custa caro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fazer amor, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Viajar, voar, correr, entrar no mar, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Beijar à pessoa amada, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Brincar, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado...mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher que decide ir no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aquela que decide não subir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que me sinta tentada a ser uma mulher impecável, toda arrumada por dentro e por fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença: arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça, coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique séria... e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficar bonita eu tenha que me sentir bonita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O único, o que realmente importa é que ao me olhar no espelho, veja a mulher que devo ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, minha recomendação a todas as mulheres:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- entregue-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- coma coisas gostosas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- beije muito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- abrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- apaixone-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- relaxe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- viaje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- durma tarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- acorde cedo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- corra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- voe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- arrume-se para ficar linda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- arrume-se para ficar confortável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- admire a paisagem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- aproveite.... e acima de tudo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuXunny-SI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZavAqfVrN1s/s1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565208591712057634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuXunny-SI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZavAqfVrN1s/s200/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa a vida te despentear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pior que pode aconteceré que, rindo frente ao espelho, você precise se pentear de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Mafalda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7928752123440954603?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7928752123440954603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7928752123440954603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7928752123440954603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7928752123440954603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/despenteie-se.html' title='Despenteie-se!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuXoFQJjiI/AAAAAAAAA94/p82kpAC4BAs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5366471099603768165</id><published>2011-01-26T11:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:28:01.019-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Billy Idol - sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu devia ter entre 12 a 15 anos (acho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Achava essa música uma viagem...fantástica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cantava e cantava - sem entender nada que dizia, mais beleza o que realmente valia era a "lavada" que ela fazia na minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Músicas têm esse poder...já sentiram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E esse crucifixo que ele carrega, com pedrarias, fabuloso e procurei similares e nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eita juventude boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Curte aí e relembra (quem for da época) e quem não for escute mesmo assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FGxwaYyjfUU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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16'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FGxwaYyjfUU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4959798468851787410</id><published>2011-01-25T10:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:38:00.373-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Este alerta está colocado na porta de um espaço terapêutico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O resfriado escorre quando o corpo não chora.&lt;br /&gt;A dor de garganta entope quando não é possível comunicar as aflições.&lt;br /&gt;O estômago arde quando as raivas não conseguem sair.&lt;br /&gt;O diabetes invade quando a solidão dói.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo engorda quando a insatisfação aperta.&lt;br /&gt;A dor de cabeça deprime quando as duvidas aumentam.&lt;br /&gt;O coração desiste quando o sentido da vida parece terminar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A alergia aparece quando o perfeccionismo fica intolerável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As unhas quebram quando as defesas ficam ameaçadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O peito aperta quando o orgulho escraviza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O coração enfarta quando chega a ingratidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A pressão sobe quando o medo aprisiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As neuroses paralisam quando a"criança interna" tiraniza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A febre esquenta quando as defesas detonam as fronteiras da imunidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...Será? Vale pensar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4959798468851787410?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4959798468851787410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4959798468851787410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4959798468851787410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4959798468851787410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-alerta-esta-colocado-na-porta-de.html' title='Este alerta está colocado na porta de um espaço terapêutico.'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5167702127294154065</id><published>2011-01-22T23:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:00:25.704-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Oração de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuLnqhPJAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KZ2Vei5ICMU/s1600/oracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195278091232258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuLnqhPJAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KZ2Vei5ICMU/s200/oracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhor Deus, dono do tempo e da eternidade, teu é o hoje e o amanhã, o passado e o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/" href="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;futuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Ao iniciar mais um ano, quero te dizer obrigado por tudo aquilo que recebi de Ti.no ano que passou... Obrigado pela vida e pelo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/" href="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, pelas flores, pelo ar e pelo sol, pela alegria e pela dor, pelo que foi possível e pelo que não foi. Ofereço-te tudo o que fiz no ano que passou, o trabalho que pude realizar, as coisas que passaram pelas minhas mãos e o que com elas pude construir. Apresento-te as pessoas que amei, as amizades novas e os antigos amores, os que estiveram perto de mim e os que estão mais longe, os que me deram sua mão e aqueles que pude ajudar, os com quem compartilhei a vida, o trabalho, a dor e a alegria. Mas também, Senhor, hoje quero Te pedir perdão. Perdão pelo tempo perdido, pelo dinheiro mal gasto, pela palavra inútil e o amor desperdiçado. Perdão pelas obras vazias e pelo trabalho mal feito, perdão por não ter dado muitas vezes o melhor de mim.Também pela oração que aos poucos fui adiando e que agora venho apresentar-te.Pelos meus descuidos e silêncio, novamente te peço perdão. Começamos um novo ano. Paro a minha vida diante do novo calendário que se inicia e Te apresento estes novos dias,os quais somente Tu sabes se chegarei a vivê-los. Hoje, Te peço para meus parentes , para meus amigos e para mim , saúde , alegria, fortaleza e prudência, lucidez e sabedoria para entender teus desígnios. Quero viver cada dia com otimismo e bondade, levando a toda parte um coração cheio de compreensão e paz. Fecha meus ouvidos a toda falsidade e meus lábios a palavras mentirosas, egoístas ou que magoem. Abre, sim, meu ser a tudo o que é bom. Que meu espírito seja repleto somente de bênçãos para que eu as derrame por onde passar. Senhor, a meus amigos que lêem esta mensagem, abençoe-os , e que eles se sintam abençoados pelo seu imenso amor.Que a amizade sincera dure para sempre em nossos corações. Enche-me, também, de bondade e alegria, para que todas as pessoas que eu encontre no meu caminho possam descobrir em mim um pouquinho de Ti. Dá a todos nós um ano feliz, e ensina-nos a repartir essa felicidade. Amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5167702127294154065?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5167702127294154065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5167702127294154065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5167702127294154065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5167702127294154065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/oracao-de-ano-novo.html' title='Oração de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TTuLnqhPJAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KZ2Vei5ICMU/s72-c/oracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-6158363321510785442</id><published>2010-12-30T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:01:00.303-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ano-novo: 7" src="http://img2.recadosanimados.com/anonovo/anonovo-27.gif" border="0" /&gt; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;Recados Animados de Natal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-6678196142322392683?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6678196142322392683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=6678196142322392683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6678196142322392683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6678196142322392683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3131490377770633188</id><published>2010-12-18T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:48:00.150-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Desejo de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Natal: 1" src="http://img4.recadosanimados.com/natal/natal-171.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;Recados Animados de Natal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3131490377770633188?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3131490377770633188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3131490377770633188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3131490377770633188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3131490377770633188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/12/desejo-de-natal.html' title='Desejo de Natal'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7334359741864185557</id><published>2010-12-12T17:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:25:21.192-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Boas Festas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Natal: 6" src="http://img4.recadosanimados.com/natal/natal-16.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;Recados Animados de Natal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7334359741864185557?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7334359741864185557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7334359741864185557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7334359741864185557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7334359741864185557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7238108408179056530</id><published>2010-11-17T11:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:16:00.601-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Filosofando 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8jwK0CX1I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yYFnMRUykjw/s1600/imagemCAA36O09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539185377132306258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8jwK0CX1I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yYFnMRUykjw/s320/imagemCAA36O09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quem somos nós senão um bando de gente fraca, carente, precisando de ajuda, pessoas ao nosso redor e muito amor e carinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ah...mais admitir isso é bem difícil então e melhor se esconder em codinomes e ficar sozinho num quarto, mostrando tudo isso em salas de bate papo na Internet! rá...rá...rá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Isso porque o Ser Humano é um ser racional e possuidor de muita inteligência....Pura bobagem! Não passamos de cópias fiéis de nossas antigas gerações, com os mesmos medos, desejos e frustrações mais com uma problema maior! ESCONDIDOS E CAMUFLADOS para dar a impressão que "tudo está bem melhor agora para os seres humanos com tanta informação e tecnologia em mãos. Rá...Rá...Rá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Você acredita mesmo nisso! ok então...mais analise no fundo do seu intimo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu, quando não estou dormindo no caminho de casa para o trabalho pelo manhã e no caminho de volta do trabalho para casa - gosto de analisar as pessoas. Muitas delas se conectam em seus fones de ouvido e se isolam das outras, outras lêem livros (cultura é bom - leitura em geral é ótimo!) mais não deixa de ser mais uma forma de se isolar. Outras dorme (como eu) mais juro que meu caso é cansaço puro! e outras ainda simplesmente erguem seus muros. Poucos tentam novas amizades, rir então e cumprimentar vichi que horror! A capacidade de isolamento do Ser Humanos é tão grande que muitas vezes vejo que não se dão nem o trabalho de acordar o vizinho quando chega no ponto final (que se dane ele!). Mais quando chegam em casa ligam seu computador, se renomeiam (porque será é tão difícil dar o próprio nome afinal quantas Maria, José, Antonio, Andréia e por aí fora existem) Isso é um forte sinal do isolamento do cada um, do tal muro que falo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Aí entram na Internet e se transformam em amigos, ouvintes interessados em ajudar, pessoas calorosas e preocupadas com o outro que nem fazem ideia de quem são, só pelo simples fato da necessidade que sentem que ser alguém na vida de outro, mais sem se expor! Exposição? Que horror!!! Rá...Ráaa.....Ráaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Afinal, quem somos nós! Senão os mesmo de mil anos atrás com uma nova roupagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7238108408179056530?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7238108408179056530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7238108408179056530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7238108408179056530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7238108408179056530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/filosofando-2.html' title='Filosofando 2'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8jwK0CX1I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yYFnMRUykjw/s72-c/imagemCAA36O09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-962189792536577306</id><published>2010-11-15T10:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:31:00.624-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>MInha Indignação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8t8njn6DI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZQ-9xromObs/s1600/bobo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539196586122799154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8t8njn6DI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZQ-9xromObs/s400/bobo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vejo no meu outro blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://drika-falaserio.blogspot.com/2010/11/minha-indignacao.html"&gt;http://drika-falaserio.blogspot.com/2010/11/minha-indignacao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-962189792536577306?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/962189792536577306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=962189792536577306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/962189792536577306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/962189792536577306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/minha-indignacao.html' title='MInha Indignação'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TN8t8njn6DI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZQ-9xromObs/s72-c/bobo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-892522910409367803</id><published>2010-11-13T20:38:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:49:37.850-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Filosofando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;É bom de vez em quando a gente ouvir algumas coisas e refletir sobre elas...Essa semana por exemplo ouvi a seguinte frase que até bem interessante. "Muitos passam, poucos ficam". Eram duas moças que estavam conversando sobre fotos que uma delas tinha incluído no orkut. Falavam meio que envenenando umas outras supostas amigas que não estavam mais tão amigas assim. Aí pensei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Como somos? Sempre queremos mais e mais amizades e alegrias em nossa, mais será que plantamos isso em nossa vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- A correria do dia-a-dia e as preocupações que temos com dívidas, trabalho, horários e etc..etc..etc.. fazem com que cultivemos essas alegrias e amizades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quantas pessoas já tentaram e ainda tentam se aproximar de nós e "nós" é que não deixamos elas se aproximarem e aí culpamos tudo ao nosso redor - Será que não criamos um muro entre nós e o restante do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aí nos vem também a idéia... Será que devemos nos expor tanto assim? Já não chega os "sofrimentos" que temos nessa vida louca?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nós criamos nosso caminho e nossa vida - temos o livre arbítrio para isso e temos acima de tudo uma consciência enorme que se soubermos usar podemos tornar tudo e todos ao nosso redor mais humanos e menos frios em nosso "mundo particular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mais o Ser Humano é assim mesmo - Para que facilitar se podemos dificultar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aí vem a sabedoria de quem envelhece: Os mais velhos sabem muito mais porque já passaram por tudo isso também e souberam (ou tiveram) que usar a sabedoria e a consciência em seus tombos pela vida...Hoje eu já me sinto um pouco mais sábia e olhando os mais novos vou aprendendo mais sobre mim mesma e melhorando e derrubando esse muro que construimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E, vamos filosofando e vivendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-892522910409367803?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/892522910409367803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=892522910409367803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/892522910409367803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/892522910409367803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/filosofando.html' title='Filosofando...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-529325006171898056</id><published>2010-10-23T22:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:56:04.249-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>E meu Hamster morreu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isso mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mais não é Kiki é o novo que comprei.&lt;br /&gt;O nome dele é Chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TMOBJuvJn1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/FSM3vcWEKOo/s1600/GEDC0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531406771505700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TMOBJuvJn1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/FSM3vcWEKOo/s320/GEDC0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Eu até tentei..mais a doença foi mais forte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fique com Deus Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-529325006171898056?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/529325006171898056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=529325006171898056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/529325006171898056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/529325006171898056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-meu-hamster-morreu.html' title='E meu Hamster morreu!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TMOBJuvJn1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/FSM3vcWEKOo/s72-c/GEDC0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5471811119045455018</id><published>2010-09-28T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:50:00.578-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Beba que é bom !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7RYMSUkSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tmsDl6uJMa4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521080406747943202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7RYMSUkSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tmsDl6uJMa4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS SAUDÁVEIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi comprovado em pesquisa cientifica, que se você beber mais de um litro de água por dia, durante um ano, no final do ano, você terá ingerido mais de 1 quilograma de coliformes fecais que estão diluídos na água, ou seja, um quilo de Bosta !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já bebendo cerveja... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você não corre esse risco, uma vez que coliformes fecais não sobrevivem ao processo de produção da cerveja !!! Por isso, peço a você que comunique a todos que bebem água, que essa porra faz mal !!! Principalmente para aquele seu colega de trabalho que tem uma garrafinha de água em cima da mesa e fica se achando 'o saudável'. Se não quiserem acreditar, danem-se, continuem bebendo Merda ! Eu, bebedor de cerveja... Fiz a minha parte... avisei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem tiver consciência vai chegar à seguinte Conclusão: É muito melhor tomar cerveja e falar MERDA, do que tomar MERDA e não falar porra nenhuma !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5471811119045455018?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5471811119045455018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5471811119045455018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5471811119045455018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5471811119045455018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/beba-que-e-bom.html' title='Beba que é bom !!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7RYMSUkSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tmsDl6uJMa4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3109969606900129728</id><published>2010-09-26T01:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:42:54.622-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos e Inimigos'/><title type='text'>Amigos "de verdade" valem ouro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7O5J4v1WI/AAAAAAAAA64/XbofwP2-VRU/s1600/garfield+(87).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521077674504607074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7O5J4v1WI/AAAAAAAAA64/XbofwP2-VRU/s320/garfield+(87).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigo é coisa pra se guardar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um filho pergunta à mãe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mãe, posso ir ao hospital ver meu amigo? Ele está doente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Claro, mas o que ele tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O filho, com a cabeça baixa, diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tumor no cérebro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mãe, furiosa diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-E você quer ir lá para quê? Vê-lo morrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O filho lhe dá as costas e vai... Horas depois ele volta vermelho de tanto chorar, dizendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai mãe, foi tão horrível, ele morreu na minha frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mãe, com raiva: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E agora?! Tá feliz?! Valeu a pena ter visto aquela cena?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma última lágrima cai de seus olhos e, acompanhado de um sorriso, ele diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Muito, pois cheguei a tempo de vê-lo sorrir e dizer 'EU TINHA CERTEZA QUE VOCÊ VINHA!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral da história: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A amizade não se resume só em horas boas, alegrias e festas. Amigo é para todas as horas, boas ou ruins, tristes ou alegres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3109969606900129728?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3109969606900129728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3109969606900129728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3109969606900129728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3109969606900129728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/amigos-de-verdade-valem-ouro.html' title='Amigos &quot;de verdade&quot; valem ouro!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TJ7O5J4v1WI/AAAAAAAAA64/XbofwP2-VRU/s72-c/garfield+(87).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5547492173551104017</id><published>2010-09-11T16:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:24:00.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Tempo para Amar a Deus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIaTavegmfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vudE3R8fkiM/s1600/maos_de_deus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514256881392065010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIaTavegmfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vudE3R8fkiM/s200/maos_de_deus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar a Deus, entregar poemas e canções ao Criador, ter uma fé tão profunda que nada possa abalar. Este é o sonho dos homens religiosos. Mas são poucos os que alcançam esse estado de espírito. Em geral, Deus é quase inalcançável para a maioria dos seres humanos. Parece tão distante quanto as estrelas. E por isso sofremos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cabisbaixos, seguimos vida afora com uma tristeza no peito, acreditando que somos piores que os outros, porque não conseguimos amar a Deus como amamos filhos, companheiros, pais e até amigos. O que há de errado conosco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que há de errado conosco é a pressa. Engolidos pelo turbilhão do mundo, esgotamos nosso tempo com coisas supérfluas... E não nos sobram momentos para meditação e prece. Envolvidos com as rotinas vazias, gastamos tempo demais com as atividades desnecessárias. Enquanto isso, Deus aguarda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por outro lado, nossa mente de homens modernos foi treinada para ser apressada, imediatista. Queremos tudo sem demora, instantaneamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas os assuntos de Deus têm seu tempo certo. Exigem disciplina, coração aberto, mente calma. A experiência Divina não se submete ao relógio humano e suas tolas pressões. Portanto, vivenciar o amor a Deus é um aprendizado gradual, que se faz devagarinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esse amor existe dentro de cada um de nós, mas falta descobri-lo. Para levantar o véu que encobre o amor a Deus, estabeleça momentos só seus com o Criador. Como se fosse um namoro, uma aproximação delicada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Comece pela natureza que se derrama em luz e cor. Abra os olhos diante das tonalidades do céu quando o sol se põe. Veja os azuis, dourados, amarelos e violetas. E pense em Deus como um pintor que faz quadros por puro amor. Nos sons delicados da brisa e dos pássaros, ou quando alguém compor uma canção emocionada, lembre de Deus que criou a música, que preenche nossas vidas. Pense em Deus diante da majestade da montanha ou da pequenez de uma abelha. Ali estará a genialidade do Artesão Divino, que faz mundos e insetos com a mesma habilidade. E pense em Deus quando contemplar seu próprio corpo, essa perfeita máquina de viver. Com suas milhares de células, nervos, músculos e ossos ela abriga o tesouro mais precioso do mundo: seu Espírito imortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Siga pela vida buscando Deus em todas as coisas. E em seu coração você sentirá brotar, enfim, um amor diferente. Algo novo, indescritível. Você sentirá que traz olhos confiantes e um desejo de entrega total ao Pai Divino. Um sentimento de ternura vai inundar a sua alma e, finalmente, você entenderá de forma plena porque Jesus usava a doce expressão Pai para se referir a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nesse dia, você se descobrirá uma criança de Deus. Uma criança que anseia pelo acolhimento, pela proteção e pelo amor desse Pai Divino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* * * Minha canção despiu-se de seus adornos. Ornamentos atrapalhariam a nossa união, pois ficariam entre mim e Ti, e seu tilintar abafaria a Tua voz. Minha vaidade de poeta se enche de vergonha diante do Teu olhar. Ó Mestre poeta, estou sentado aos Teus pés! Apenas permite que eu torne simples e reta a minha vida, como uma flauta de bambu, para que Tu a enchas de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: Redação do Momento Espírita, utilizando, ao final, versos extraídos da obra Gitanjali, de Rabindranath Tagore, ed. Paulinas Disponível no livro Momento Espírita, volume 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5547492173551104017?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5547492173551104017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5547492173551104017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5547492173551104017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5547492173551104017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/tempo-para-amar-deus.html' title='Tempo para Amar a Deus!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIaTavegmfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vudE3R8fkiM/s72-c/maos_de_deus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5975673732294530410</id><published>2010-09-09T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:52:00.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos e Inimigos'/><title type='text'>Árvore da Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ817N21dI/AAAAAAAAA34/WUnnucofHn4/s1600/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514232059632473554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ817N21dI/AAAAAAAAA34/WUnnucofHn4/s200/arvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Existem pessoas em nossas vidas que nos deixam felizes pelo simples fato de terem cruzado o nosso caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Algumas percorrem ao nosso lado, vendo muitas luas passarem, mas outras apenas vemos entre um passo e outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- A todas elas chamamos de amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há muitos tipos de amigos. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alvez cada folha de uma árvore caracterize um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O primeiro que nasce do broto é o amigo pai e o amigo mãe. Mostram o que é ter vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Depois vem o amigo irmão, com quem dividimos o nosso espaço para que ele floresça como nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Passamos a conhecer toda a família de folhas, a qual respeitamos e desejamos o bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas o destino nos apresenta outros amigos, os quais não sabíamos que iam cruzar o nosso caminho. Muitos desses denominados amigos do peito, do coração. São sinceros, são verdadeiros. Sabem quando não estamos bem, sabem o que nos faz feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Às vezes, um desses amigos do peito estala o nosso coração e então e chamado de amigo namorado. Esse dá brilho aos nossos olhos, música aos nossos lábios, pulos aos nossos pés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas também há aqueles amigos por um tempo, talvez umas férias ou mesmo um dia ou uma hora. Esses costumam colocar muitos sorrisos na nossa face, durante o tempo que estamos por perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Falando em perto, não podemos esquecer dos amigos distantes. Aqueles que ficam nas pontas dos galhos, mas que quando o vento sopra, sempre aparecem novamente entre uma folha e outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O tempo passa, o verão se vai, o outono se aproxima, e perdemos algumas de nossas folhas. Algumas nascem num outro verão e outras permanecem por muitas estações. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as o que nos deixa mais feliz é que as que caíram continuam por perto, continuam alimentando a nossa raiz com alegria. Lembranças de momentos maravilhosos enquanto cruzavam com o nosso caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Desejo a você, folha da minha árvore, Paz, Amor, Saúde, Sucesso, Prosperidade...Hoje e Sempre... simplesmente porque: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida é única. Sempre deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouco de nós. Há os que levaram muito, mas não há os que não deixaram nada. Esta é a maior responsabilidade de nossa vida e a prova evidente de que duas almas não se encontram por acaso"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Autor desconhecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5975673732294530410?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5975673732294530410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5975673732294530410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5975673732294530410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5975673732294530410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/arvore-da-amizade.html' title='Árvore da Amizade'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ817N21dI/AAAAAAAAA34/WUnnucofHn4/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3703349244414196700</id><published>2010-09-07T14:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:21:59.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos e Inimigos'/><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ6IyjK4RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tEBXo2gbVzA/s1600/albert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514229085188579602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ6IyjK4RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tEBXo2gbVzA/s200/albert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, enquanto houver AMIZADE, faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, se a AMIZADE permanecer, um do outro há de se lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, se formos AMIGOS de verdade, a AMIZADE nos reaproximará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, se ainda sobrar AMIZADE, nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, com a AMIZADE construiremos tudo novamente, cada vez de forma diferente, sendo único e inesquecível cada momento que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Há duas formas para viver sua vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre e outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einsten (1879-1955)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amiga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa é uma mensagem para você que mesmo de longe saiba que não te esqueço viu! E sempre lembro de nossas baladas, alegrias e tristezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Obrigada por existir Genilda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3703349244414196700?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3703349244414196700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3703349244414196700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3703349244414196700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3703349244414196700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIZ6IyjK4RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tEBXo2gbVzA/s72-c/albert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3505077453512081196</id><published>2010-09-06T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:19:01.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Maldita bebida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIad7JlJ-UI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pYuCGtGfcD0/s1600/smirnoff_tripled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514268433271355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIad7JlJ-UI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pYuCGtGfcD0/s400/smirnoff_tripled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leia no meu outro blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://drika-falaserio.blogspot.com/2010/09/maldita-bebida.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://drika-falaserio.blogspot.com/2010/09/maldita-bebida.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3505077453512081196?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3505077453512081196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3505077453512081196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3505077453512081196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3505077453512081196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/maldita-bebida.html' title='Maldita bebida!!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TIad7JlJ-UI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pYuCGtGfcD0/s72-c/smirnoff_tripled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-6840951936740975178</id><published>2010-08-30T19:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:09:00.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>As Sete Virtudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrc2FZPhyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gClK_NKSs0s/s1600/7+virtudes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959915760322338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrc2FZPhyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gClK_NKSs0s/s200/7+virtudes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As sete virtudes são derivadas do poema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Poesia épica" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poesia_%C3%A9pica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;épico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Psicomaquia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicomaquia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Psychomachia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, escrito por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prudêncio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prud%C3%AAncio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prudêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, intitulando a batalha das boas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Virtude" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;virtudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vício" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%ADcio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; malignos. A grande popularidade deste trabalho na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Idade Média" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idade_M%C3%A9dia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idade Média&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ajudou a espalhar este conceito pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Europa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Europa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. É alegado que a prática dessas virtudes protege a pessoa contra tentações dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pecado capital (cristianismo)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado_capital_(cristianismo)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sete pecados capitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, com cada um tendo sua respectiva contra-parte. Existem duas variações distintas das virtudes, reconhecidas por diferentes grupos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ordenadas em ordem crescente de santicidade, as sete virtudes sagradas são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Castidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Castidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Latim" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latim"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;latim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: castitas) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Luxúria (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lux%C3%BAria_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Auto-satisfação (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Auto-satisfa%C3%A7%C3%A3o&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Auto-satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Simplicidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simplicidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Abraçar a moral de si próprio e alcançar pureza de pensamento através de educação e melhorias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Generosidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generosidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Generosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: liberalitas) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Avareza (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avareza_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;avareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Despreendimento (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Despreendimento&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Despreendimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Largueza (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Largueza&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;largueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Dar sem esperar receber, uma notabilidade de pensamentos ou ações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Temperança" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temperan%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Temperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: temperantia) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gula" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Auto-controle" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-controle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Auto-controle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Moderação (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Modera%C3%A7%C3%A3o&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;moderação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Temperança" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temperan%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;temperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Constante demonstração de uma prática de abstenção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Diligência (virtude)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilig%C3%AAncia_(virtude)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diligência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: diligentia) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Presteza (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Presteza&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Presteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ética" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Decisão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decis%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;decisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Concisão (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Concis%C3%A3o&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;concisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Objetividade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Objetividade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;objetividade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Ações" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/A%C3%A7%C3%B5es"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e trabalhos integrados com a própria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fé" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%A9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Paciência" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paci%C3%AAncia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: patientia) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ira (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Serenidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serenidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Serenidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Paz" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Resistência a influências externas e moderação da própria vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Caridade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caridade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: humanitas) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inveja (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inveja_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - Auto-satisfação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Compaixão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compaix%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Amizade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amizade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Simpatia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simpatia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sem causar prejuízos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Humildade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humildade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Humildade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (latim: humilitas) — opõe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soberba (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soberba_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soberba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Modéstia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mod%C3%A9stia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Modéstia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Comportamento de total respeito ao próximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sete_Virtudes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sete_Virtudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-6840951936740975178?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6840951936740975178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=6840951936740975178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6840951936740975178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6840951936740975178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-sete-virtudes.html' title='As Sete Virtudes'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrc2FZPhyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gClK_NKSs0s/s72-c/7+virtudes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-6225344659199268374</id><published>2010-08-29T19:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:07:57.973-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Os 7 pecados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrY_fmJNvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZqiFNZKryVc/s1600/7+pecados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955679366067954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrY_fmJNvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZqiFNZKryVc/s200/7+pecados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os conceitos incorporados no que se conhece hoje como os sete pecados capitais se trata de uma classificação de condições humanas conhecidas atualmente como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vício" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%ADcio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; que é muito antiga e que precede ao surgimento do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cristianismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristianismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cristianismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mas que foi usada mais tarde pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Catolicismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catolicismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;catolicismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; com o intuito de controlar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Educação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Educa%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;educar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Protecção" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protec%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; os seguidores, de forma a compreender e controlar os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Instinto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instinto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;instintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; básicos do ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Humano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humano"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. O que foi visto como problema de saúde pelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Grécia antiga" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gr%C3%A9cia_antiga"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;antigos gregos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, por exemplo, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Depressão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depress%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;depressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (melancolia, ou tristetia), foi transformado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pecado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; pelos grandes pensadores da Igreja Católica.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Igreja (instituição)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igreja_(institui%C3%A7%C3%A3o)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Igreja Católica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Classificação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;classificou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Selecção" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selec%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seleccionou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pecado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; em dois tipos: os pecados que são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perdão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perd%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;perdoáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sem a necessidade do sacramento da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Confissão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confiss%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;confissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, e os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Pecado capital" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado_capital"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pecados capitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, merecedores de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Condenação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condena%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;condenação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. A partir de inícios do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Século XIV" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_XIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;século XIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a popularidade dos sete pecados capitais entre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Arte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;artistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da época resultou numa popularização e mistura com a cultura humana no mundo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Segundo Evágrio do Ponto :&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o livro Sacred Origins of Profound Things (Origens Sagradas de Coisas Profundas), de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Charles Panati (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Charles_Panati&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Charles Panati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Teologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teologia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teóloga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Monge" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Grécia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gr%C3%A9cia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Beatrice G. e Fernando T. (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Beatrice_G._e_Fernando_T.&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beatrice G. e Fernando T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="345" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/345"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;345&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="399" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/399"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;399&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) teria escrito uma lista de oito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Crime" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Paixão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paix%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" humanas, em ordem crescente de importância (ou gravidade): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Gula" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Avareza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avareza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Luxúria (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lux%C3%BAria_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Ira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Melancolia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melancolia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cídia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Espiritual" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Espiritual"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Vaidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Orgulho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgulho"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para do Ponto os pecados tornavam-se piores à medida que tornassem a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pessoa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pessoa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ego" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ego"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;egocêntrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, com o orgulho ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soberba" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soberba"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soberba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sendo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Supra-sumo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supra-sumo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;supra-sumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dessa fixação do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Ser humano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ser_humano"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; em relação a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Segundo Papa Gregório I :&lt;br /&gt;No final do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Século VI" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_VI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;século VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Papa Gregório I" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Papa_Greg%C3%B3rio_I"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papa Gregório I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; reduziu a lista a sete itens, juntando "vaidade" e "orgulho" (ou "soberba") e trocando "acídia" e "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Melancolia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melancolia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" por "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inveja" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inveja"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;". Para fazer sua própria hierarquia, o pontífice colocou em ordem decrescente os pecados que mais ofendiam ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Amor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Orgulho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgulho"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Inveja" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inveja"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Ira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Indolência" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indol%C3%AAncia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Indolência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Avareza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avareza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gula" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Luxúria (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lux%C3%BAria_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Segundo São Tomás de Aquino:&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, outros teólogos, entre eles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="São Tomás de Aquino" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Tom%C3%A1s_de_Aquino"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomás de Aquino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; analisaram novamente a gravidade dos pecados e fizeram mais uma lista. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Século XVII" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_XVII"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;século XVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a igreja substituiu "melancolia" – considerado um pecado demasiado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Incerteza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incerteza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; – por "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Assim, atualmente aceita-se a seguinte lista dos sete pecados capitais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Vaidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Inveja" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inveja"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Ira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Avareza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avareza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Gula" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Luxúria (pecado)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lux%C3%BAria_(pecado)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os pecados são diretamente opostos às &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sete Virtudes" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sete_Virtudes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sete Virtudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que pregam o exato oposto dos Sete Pecados capitais inclusive servindo como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Salvação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salva%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; aos pecadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comparação com os demônios&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1589" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1589"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1589&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Peter Binsfeld" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Binsfeld"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peter Binsfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; comparou cada um dos pecados capitais com seus respectivos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Demônio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dem%C3%B4nio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;demônios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado_capital_(cristianismo)#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; seguindo os significados mais usados. De acordo com Binsfeld's Classification of Demons, esta comparação segue o esquema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Asmodeus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asmodeus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asmodeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Luxúria" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lux%C3%BAria"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Belzebu" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belzebu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Belzebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gula" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mammon" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mammon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ganância" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gan%C3%A2ncia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ganância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Belphegor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belphegor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Belphegor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Preguiça" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregui%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Azazel" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azazel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Azazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Leviatã" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leviat%C3%A3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leviatã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inveja" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inveja"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Lúcifer" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%BAcifer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lúcifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Orgulho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgulho"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado_capital_(cristianismo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecado_capital_(cristianismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-6225344659199268374?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6225344659199268374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=6225344659199268374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6225344659199268374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6225344659199268374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-conceitos-incorporados-no-que-se.html' title='Os 7 pecados'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/THrY_fmJNvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZqiFNZKryVc/s72-c/7+pecados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3589293126004852971</id><published>2010-08-29T18:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:42:13.687-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Eita Final de Semana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gente, esse final de semana não podia acontecer mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;- Vai ser síndica !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Falta de água no prédio - sábado às 15hs - bóias ok ! Porcaria de contator!!! Quando não é uma coisa é outra - O danado do automático da bomba não funcionou e tive de fazer um "gatinho" para funcionar.&lt;br /&gt;A empresa prestadora de serviço? A sim...ela vem mais só amanhã...(bah!) E como saber quando a caixa está cheia já que o automático não está funcionando - fácil, a água sai pelo ladrão e a gente vê daqui de baixo certo? - Que nada - A caixa ainda não está 100% pronta a reforma portanto, o ladrão não existe! - Aí meu Deus e se transbordar...Meu juízo já começou a esquentar! Lá vou eu ficar cuidando (ligando e desligando essa porcaria a noite toda)...Era uma vez um sono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de manhã! Acordo com meu conselheiro me chamando no grito! - Que foi meu Deus!!!! Ligar a bomba d'água de novo (eu tinha desligado as 3h da manhã) já era 9:30 e a empresa prestadora ainda não chegou - vamos forçar o automático de novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subi na caixa p/ ver como tava (ufa tava cheia) sem problemas - Chega a prestadora (bem na hora do almoço) desliga a água para trocar a tal chave contatora!!! Corram, a caixa está menos que meia assim acaba a água logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contatora trocada mais cadê que liga o automático (isso parece que não vai ter fim) - Descobrimos que como forcei a água a subir a a caixa de abastecimento estava muito baixa para enviar água agora...(mais essa)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que!!! Portão de veículos não funciona!!! Agora vão arrumar o portão....&lt;br /&gt;Caixa de baixo enchendo para depois a de cima (só espero que a água não acabe nesse tempo)&lt;br /&gt;Portão consertado - acabou!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nada assim que foram embora o portão não funcionou mais! Agora chega deixa essa porcaria destravada de uma vez! Agora só amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água (essa resolveu) já está cheia a caixa de baixo e mandando água pra cima!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso! Vai ser síndica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3589293126004852971?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3589293126004852971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3589293126004852971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3589293126004852971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3589293126004852971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/eita-final-de-semana.html' title='Eita Final de Semana!!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-8962960428696173893</id><published>2010-08-16T18:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:30:34.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>+ 2 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então, não sei se isso é bom ou ruim...Mais como tenho uma meta tenho que pensar que foi bom! Agora vou ficar mais dois anos de síndica. Na verdade eu queria (que loucura) porque agora que vem as reformas para o prédio ficar apresentável, e ainda por cima as dívidas atrasadas foram todas pagas e o saldo do prédio está ótimo! DESAFORO DEIXAR PARA OUTRA PESSOA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui eleita com 15 votos contra 3 do antigo síndico! Inacreditável como ainda tem gente que vota nele. Eita Zé Povinho, será que não lembra do estado em que deixou o prédio! Com eu peguei!!! E o pior de tudo, ainda ficou se achando o certinho, coitadinho e eu era a víbora, ladra! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que quando eu sair não serei vista como a santa, e olha se ainda não acharem que estou roubando! Mais é assim mesmo. O Zé Povinho desse prédio é assim - acho que o povo em geral é assim, acomodado, individualista e reclamão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais vamos lá nessa loucura de novo e agora correndo muito para terminar minha meta nesses dois anos! Não quero mais dois!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-8962960428696173893?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8962960428696173893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=8962960428696173893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8962960428696173893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8962960428696173893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-anos.html' title='+ 2 anos!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2434415615353360955</id><published>2010-08-15T15:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:27:48.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Mais dois anos de desafio!</title><content type='html'>Hoje foi reunião de síndico no meu prédio. E eu (lógico) estava super aflita se ia conseguir ficar por mais dois anos...É isso mesmo! Eu quero mais dois anos de noites mal dormidas, quer dizer, sendo acordada com o coração na mão e a não possibilidade de sair aos finais de semana...Loucura não acham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão é a seguinte: Quando eu vim morar neste prédio eu não podia deixar que meu imóvel fosse desvalorizado, sem contar que meu dinheiro pago em condominio não estava aparecendo em lugar algum então, eu tomei uma decisão "Vou assumir essa porcaria e arrumar esse prédio" Isso mesmo, só que não era só arrumar e sim tirar de um buraco de 28 mil reais de dividas e nenhum saldo em caixa ....é.....isso mesmo! E põe buraco nisso!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais beleza, quando eu ponho uma meta na minha vida eu tenho que cumprir senão, me sinto uma imprestável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dois anos não consegui fazer tudo que queria, até que fiz algumas melhorias, mais nada que não fosse extremamente necessária, então já não eram melhorias e sim necessidades do prédio. Paguei todas as dívidas , contratei empresas de prestação e manutenção e arrumei algumas coisas que não eram visíveis mais necessárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já neste próximo mandato, estaria entregando o prédio com saldo positivo, sem dívidas e não queria "entregar" agora era hora de "arrumar a casa" de realizar benfeitorias para "embelezar" o prédio. Não podia perder o cargo agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, não perdi! Ganhei por quase unanimidade! Ganhei!!!! (Que louco isso - ganhei mais dois anos de dor de cabeça).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô satisfeita e vamos correr para não precisar de mais dois anos!&lt;br /&gt;Valeu pessoal ela confiança!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2434415615353360955?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2434415615353360955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2434415615353360955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2434415615353360955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2434415615353360955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/mais-dois-anos-de-desafio.html' title='Mais dois anos de desafio!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-469646170169274640</id><published>2010-08-07T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:44:13.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TSUNAMI DE 100 METROS NO BRASIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FOFk5K1jjcY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOFk5K1jjcY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOFk5K1jjcY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gente isso é só um filme de uma pessoa que se vira nos 30! Mais é fantástico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parabéns Ademir Di Paula&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-469646170169274640?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/469646170169274640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=469646170169274640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/469646170169274640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/469646170169274640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/tsunami-de-100-metros-no-brasil.html' title='TSUNAMI DE 100 METROS NO BRASIL'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2726157451032635879</id><published>2010-08-07T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:17:11.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna - The Power Of Good-Bye (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Nx1ykBc3XUQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx1ykBc3XUQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx1ykBc3XUQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2726157451032635879?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2726157451032635879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2726157451032635879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2726157451032635879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2726157451032635879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/madonna-power-of-good-bye-video.html' title='Madonna - The Power Of Good-Bye (Video)'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3336683361890078120</id><published>2010-07-10T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:49:04.273-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disarm&lt;br /&gt;Disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And cut you like you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Cut that little child&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me and such a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn (2x)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what i choose is my choice&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;Disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And leave you like they left me here&lt;br /&gt;To wither in denial&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness of one who's left alone&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what I choose is my voice&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/I48jPTL0tA0/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I48jPTL0tA0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I48jPTL0tA0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desarmar&lt;br /&gt;Te desarmar com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E te recortar como você quiser que eu o faça&lt;br /&gt;Recortar aquela pequena criança&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim e de grande parte de você&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Os anos queimam&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava ser um garotinho&lt;br /&gt;Tão velho em meus sapatos&lt;br /&gt;E o que escolhi é minha escolha&lt;br /&gt;O que mais um garoto pode fazer?&lt;br /&gt;O assassino em mim é o assassino em você&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mando esse sorriso para você&lt;br /&gt;Te desarmar com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E te deixar como eles me deixaram aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para definhar recusando&lt;br /&gt;A amargura de alguém abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, os anos queimam&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, os anos queimam, queimam, queimam&lt;br /&gt;Costumava ser um garotinho&lt;br /&gt;Tão velho em meus sapatos&lt;br /&gt;E o que escolhi é a minha voz&lt;br /&gt;O que mais um garoto pode fazer?&lt;br /&gt;O assassino em mim é o assassino em você&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mando esse sorriso para você&lt;br /&gt;O assassino em mim é o assassino em você&lt;br /&gt;Mando esse sorriso para você&lt;br /&gt;O assassino em mim é o assassino em você&lt;br /&gt;Mando esse sorriso para você&lt;br /&gt;O assassino em mim é o assassino em você&lt;br /&gt;Mando esse sorriso para você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3336683361890078120?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3336683361890078120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3336683361890078120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3336683361890078120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3336683361890078120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/smashing-pumpkins-disarm-video.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm (Video)'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-68113978332197365</id><published>2010-07-06T13:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:19:19.199-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Aniversário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TDU1H7FawUI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ifikdzTm26Y/s1600/garfield+(135).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491353730883961154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TDU1H7FawUI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ifikdzTm26Y/s200/garfield+(135).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quando somos crianças comemorar aniversário é bem legal! Junta-se todos os amiguinhos, faz-se uma big festa, presentes, música e a gente pensa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Oba! Tô ficando mais velho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Depois que a gente passa para a adolescência a visão muda; não queremos mais festinhas, com amiguinhos e sim um encontro com os amigos mais chegados, uma baladinha, presentes? é bom, mais não fazem tanta falta e a gente pensa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Agora tô mais perto de ser "livre"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...Atingimos a maior idade e aí? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bem no início ainda curtimos baladinhas com amigos, bebedeira (obaaaaa), beijo na boca, muita música e a noite é pequena! Aí pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Agora sim, sou livre dono do meu nariz e vou aproveitar muito a vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Com o passar dos anos, sentimos o preço dessa liberdade, o quanto é dificil "curtir" isso e os aniversários começam a comemorados só com os amigos mais intimos e que desfrutam do mesmo pensamento que nós, é uma reunião, um barzinho, ou até uma baladinha mais com horário p/ terminar porque pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O dia seguinte..... o dinheiro.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E, quando estamos chegando mais p/ frente "nesses aniversários"...eles passam a ser uma data de reflexão onde olhamos p/ trás e vemos o que já conquistamos ou aprendemos ou perdemos e olhamos p/ frente criando novas metas p/ atingir conquistas num tempo mais curto e pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TDU04lOV18I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ZDD4VvOnzeA/s1600/garfield+(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491353467317770178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TDU04lOV18I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ZDD4VvOnzeA/s200/garfield+(57).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Aniversário Eu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Beijo no coração de todos aqueles que em todos esses anos, continuam ali " na luta" comigo e que não deixam com que eu perca meu oxigênio - Obrigada à todos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No próximo ano será diferente, será melhor nisso...naquilo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-68113978332197365?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/68113978332197365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=68113978332197365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/68113978332197365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/68113978332197365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/aniversario.html' title='Aniversário...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TDU1H7FawUI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ifikdzTm26Y/s72-c/garfield+(135).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3393143448905384570</id><published>2010-06-27T16:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:18:30.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Agradecimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCesfxNYvVI/AAAAAAAAA14/iugctC9rrp4/s1600/rita.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487544332759645522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCesfxNYvVI/AAAAAAAAA14/iugctC9rrp4/s320/rita.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É isso mesmo, tenho muito a agradecer a Santa Rita de Cassia, ela sempre esteve comigo e nos momentos de maior desespero, onde conversei com ela., me veio retorno. Prova disso é esse emprego que estou agora (Estou trabalhando!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu tinha ido em uma entrevista lá na Pça da Árvore a duas quadras da igreja dela e tive uma grande decepção...Nada à ver a vaga! Sai desanimada e aproveitei que estava lá e dei uma rápida entrada na igreja antes de fechar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um milagre aconteceu comigo (posso dizer isso com toda certeza)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu estava lá falando com ela pedindo sua ajuda, com todo meu desespero e fé. Pedi que me mostrasse um emprego rápido pois ela mesma sabia que a coisa estava muito difícil e, quando cheguei em casa tinha recebido uma ligação que deveria entrar em contato com uma empresa que fiz entrevista "Urgente" (eram 21hs mais ou menos quando cheguei em casa) pois bem., liguei e era para começar a trabalhar no dia seguinte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senti um alivio e uma alegria tão grande, afinal não estava mais desempregada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando fui no dia seguinte descobri lá que a pessoa que estava me contratando era muito católica e devota de Santa Rita de Cassia também! Isso não é incrível!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minha querida Santa Rita obrigada pela intercessão junto a Deus e pela ajuda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCeunNPBYFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/LsyI77dm6h8/s1600/aflitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487546659565035602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCeunNPBYFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/LsyI77dm6h8/s320/aflitos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não posso deixar de agradecer também a Nossa Senhora dos Aflitos, que teve uma posição também decisiva nessa minha contratação. Vou lhes contar o por que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu peguei essa oração dela numa farmácia (imagina).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comprei uma vela de 7 dias e rezava a oração do verso do santinho todo dia, no final dos 7 dias fui chamada para entrevista nesse trabalho onde comecei e foi tudo perfeito, adorei o ambiente de trabalho e a pessoa a quem me reportaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa pessoa pediu que eu ligasse na segunda-feira que teria a resposta (mais a resposta que tive na segunda era p/ aguardar) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minha vela estava queimando ainda, olhei p/ ela e tive a certeza que ao final estaria empregada...Continuei rezando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vela acabou e não fui chamada, só depois de mais uns 3 dias (acho). Só que quando comecei a pessoa me disse que era para eu ser chamada a uns 3 dias antes! Acreditem, é verdade!!!! - Mais que tiveram uns contratempos e não foi possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso agora agradecer e confirmar meu testemunho que, tanto Santa Rita quanto Nossa Senhora tiveram uma grande participação nessa realização. Eu acredito em milagres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCeunNPBYFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/LsyI77dm6h8/s1600/aflitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3393143448905384570?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3393143448905384570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3393143448905384570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3393143448905384570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3393143448905384570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/agradecimentos.html' title='Agradecimentos'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TCesfxNYvVI/AAAAAAAAA14/iugctC9rrp4/s72-c/rita.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1786488637887879202</id><published>2010-06-21T16:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:06:48.937-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Debaixo da Cama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TB_F1kkDPEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MXOZsD7n3oQ/s1600/debaixo+da+cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485320395299175490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TB_F1kkDPEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MXOZsD7n3oQ/s400/debaixo+da+cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje é um daqueles dias que seriam melhor eu me enfiar debaixo da cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Debaixo do estrado mesmo! No chão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a grande vontade que estou sentindo!&lt;br /&gt;Ficar debaixo da cama...até......sei lá quando!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1786488637887879202?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1786488637887879202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1786488637887879202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1786488637887879202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1786488637887879202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/debaixo-da-cama.html' title='Debaixo da Cama'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TB_F1kkDPEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MXOZsD7n3oQ/s72-c/debaixo+da+cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3148201364202787045</id><published>2010-06-19T17:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:31:37.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Renato Russo &amp; Biquini Cavadão - Múmias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Errar não é humano, Depende de Quem erra ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esperamos pela vida, vivendo só de guerra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- De verdade isso hein? Nosso dia-a-dia é uma guerra mesmo.Deviamos repensar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem aventurados os senhores do Progresso ... Esses senhores do regresso "!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/__VatD3Dm0o/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/__VatD3Dm0o&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/__VatD3Dm0o&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa música p / MIM É Muito Forte ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conquistar muitas vitorias, conquistar muitas derrotas!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3148201364202787045?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3148201364202787045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3148201364202787045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3148201364202787045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3148201364202787045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/renato-russo-biquini-cavadao-mumias.html' title='Renato Russo &amp; Biquini Cavadão - Múmias'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7149726361774229305</id><published>2010-06-19T17:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:55:54.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU REINO - Biquino Cavadão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Acho que essa música diz muito sobre "Nossa casa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha casa é meu reino...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu sou a soma de tudo que vejo e minha casa é um espelho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PyIcfVETbCc/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyIcfVETbCc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyIcfVETbCc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7149726361774229305?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7149726361774229305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7149726361774229305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7149726361774229305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7149726361774229305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/meu-reino-biquino-cavadao.html' title='MEU REINO - Biquino Cavadão'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5682144346546904210</id><published>2010-06-14T20:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:49:26.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Eu / Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TBa_kpZo0OI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wxT62H5rQFU/s1600/Desapego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482780232679739618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TBa_kpZo0OI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wxT62H5rQFU/s400/Desapego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Não sabia como reageria te vendo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eram 10:30 e você estava no banco me esperando, te vi de costas e pensei, será que é ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quando você se aproximou e me cumprimentou, achei que tudo voltaria, mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;...o que aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Senti uma distância enorme de mim para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quase senti você como um estranho! Não conseguia ficar te olhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As poucas vezes, enquanto conversavámos naquele curto espaço de tempo no banco, parecia que estava conversando com uma pessoa qualquer e não com alguém que tinha mudado muito minha vida e meus conceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Engraçado! Não senti aquela paixão que sempre sentia quando você estava por perto, mesmo depois que tinhamos terminado, senti saudade e uma tristeza e distância muito grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Claro que percebi seu esforço para que fosse tudo muito natural, mais "eu" não me sentia mais natural ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O que será que aconteceu comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Será que foram as circunstâncias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O desapego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O fim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De uma certa forma isso foi bom, pois percebi que não voltaria mais ao passado, essa possibilidade esta descartada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mais, sei lá, também foi ruim, saber que você hoje não preenche mais meu ser, minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Você se tornou passado! Nada ruim ou que deva ser esquecido, mais passado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sinto-me curada! Talvez.... Mais não "pronta p/ outra" como dizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- Desejo à você toda felicidade do mundo! Torço muito pelo seu sucesso! Que Deus te abençoe e te proteja SEMPRE - em nome de tudo de bom que tivemos e que eu jamais esquecerei! ISSO É FATO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5682144346546904210?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5682144346546904210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5682144346546904210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5682144346546904210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5682144346546904210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-voce.html' title='Eu / Você'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TBa_kpZo0OI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wxT62H5rQFU/s72-c/Desapego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-9030555669919779102</id><published>2010-06-12T02:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:20:38.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpions - Send Me An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Essa música é uma perfeita viagem, vejam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/1UUYjd2rjsE/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UUYjd2rjsE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UUYjd2rjsE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a tradução? Ainda mais forte!!! Vejam abaixo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/scorpions/35462/traducao.html"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/scorpions/35462/traducao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-9030555669919779102?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9030555669919779102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=9030555669919779102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/9030555669919779102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/9030555669919779102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/scorpions-send-me-angel.html' title='Scorpions - Send Me An Angel'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-8588036076527559407</id><published>2010-06-01T11:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:41:00.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>11 Perguntas feitas para o Diabo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMygkwV7pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yzFwWSbrSbw/s1600/lucifer-an-angel-of-music1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477277107016298130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMygkwV7pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yzFwWSbrSbw/s320/lucifer-an-angel-of-music1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUEM O CRIOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Fui criado pelo próprio Deus, bem antes da existência do homem. [Ezequiel 28:15]COMO VOCÊ ERA QUANDO FOI CRIADO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Vim à existência já na forma adulta e, como Adão, não tive infância. Eu era um símbolo de perfeição, cheio de sabedoria e formosura e minhas vestes foram preparadas com pedras preciosas. [Ezequiel 28:12,13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONDE VOCÊ MORAVA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : No Jardim do Éden e caminhava no brilho das pedras preciosas do monte Santo de Deus. [Ezequiel 28:13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUAL ERA SUA FUNÇÃO NO REINO DE DEUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Como querubim da guarda, ungido e estabelecido por Deus, minha função era guardar a Glória de Deus e conduzir os louvores dos anjos. Um terço deles estava sob o meu comando. [Ezequiel 28:14; Apocalipse 12:4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALGUMA COISA FALTAVA A VOCÊ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : (reflexivo, diminuiu o tom de voz) Não, nada. [Ezequiel 28:13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O QUE ACONTECEU QUE O AFASTOU DA FUNÇÃO DE MAIOR HONRA QUE UM SER VIVO PODERIA TER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Isso não aconteceu de repente. Um dia eu me vi nas pedras (como espelho) e percebi que sobrepujava os outros anjos (talvez não a Miguel ou Gabriel) em beleza, força e inteligência. Comecei então a pensar como seria ser adorado como deus e passei a desejar isto no meu coração. Do desejo passei para o planejamento, estudando como firmar o meu trono acima das estrelas de Deus e ser semelhante a Ele. Num determinado dia tentei realizar meu desejo, mas acabei expulso do Santo Monte de Deus. [Isaías 14:13,14; Ezequiel 28: 15-17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O QUE DETONOU FINALMENTE A SUA REBELIÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Quando percebi que Deus estava para criar alguém semelhante a Ele e, por conseqüência, superior a mim, não consegui aceitar o fato. Manifestei então os verdadeiros propósitos do meu coração. [Isaías 14:12-14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O QUE ACONTECEU COM OS ANJOS QUE ESTAVAM SOB O SEU COMANDO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Eles me seguiram e também foram expulsos. Formamos juntos o império das trevas. [Apocalipse 12:3,4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMO VOCÊ ENCARA O HOMEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : (com raiva) Tenho ódio da raça humana e faço tudo para destruí-la, pois eu a invejo. Eu é que deveria ser semelhante a Deus. [1Pedro 5:8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUAIS SÃO SUAS ESTRATÉGIAS PARA DESTRUIR O HOMEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lúcifer : Meu objetivo maior é afastá-los de Deus. Eu estimulo a praticar o mal e confundo suas idéias com um mar de filosofias, pensamentos e religiões cheias de mentiras, misturadas com algumas verdades. Envio meus mensageiros travestidos, para confundir aqueles que querem buscar a Deus. Torno a mentira parecida com a verdade, induzindo o homem ao engano e a ficar longe de Deus, achando que está perto. E tem mais. Faço com que a mensagem de Jesus pareça uma tolice anacrônica, tento estimular o orgulho, a soberba, o egoísmo, a inimizade e o ódio dos homens. Trabalho arduamente com o meu séquito para enfraquecer as igrejas, lançando divisões, desânimo, críticas aos líderes, adultério, mágoas, friezas espirituais, avareza e falta de compromisso (ri às escaras). Tento destruir a vida dos pastores, principalmente com o sexo, ingratidão, falta de tempo para Deus e orgulho. [1Pedro 5:8; Tiago 4:7; Gálatas 5:19-21; 1 corintios 3:3; 2 Pedro 2:1; 2 Timóteo 3:1-8; Apocalipse 12:9]E SOBRE O FUTURO?Lúcifer : (com o semblante de ódio) Eu sei que não posso vencer a Deus e me resta pouco tempo para ir ao lago de fogo, minha prisão eterna. Eu e meus anjos trabalharemos com afinco para levarmos o maior número possível de pessoas conosco. [Ezequiel 28:19; Judas 6; Apocalipse 20:10,15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEDITE NESSA MENSAGEM. VEJAM QUE FOI ELABORADA COM BASE NOS VERSÍCULOS BÍBLICOS, POR ISSO É UMA ILUSTRAÇÃO DA MAIS PURA VERDADE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"COMO DIZ O ESPÍRITO SANTO: HOJE, SE OUVIRDES A SUA VOZ, NÃO ENDUREÇAIS OS VOSSOS CORAÇÕES." HEBREUS 3:7,8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ninguém tem maior amor do que este: de dar a Sua vida em favor dos Seus amigos." João 15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-8588036076527559407?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8588036076527559407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=8588036076527559407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8588036076527559407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8588036076527559407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-perguntas-feitas-para-o-diabo.html' title='11 Perguntas feitas para o Diabo?!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMygkwV7pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yzFwWSbrSbw/s72-c/lucifer-an-angel-of-music1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-65474194635228470</id><published>2010-05-30T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:36:34.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Como manter-se jovem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMuhDBh9OI/AAAAAAAAAzw/q39nQimc7AE/s1600/garfield+(84).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477272717094941922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMuhDBh9OI/AAAAAAAAAzw/q39nQimc7AE/s320/garfield+(84).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Deixe fora os números que não são essenciais. Isto inclui a idade, o peso e a altura. Deixe que os médicos se preocupem com isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Mantenha só os amigos divertidos. Os depressivos puxam para baixo. (Lembre-se disto se for um desses depressivos!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Aprenda sempre: Aprenda mais sobre computadores, artes, jardinagem, o que quer que seja. Não deixe que o cérebro se torne preguiçoso. 'Uma mente preguiçosa é oficina do Diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Aprecie mais as pequenas coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Ria muitas vezes, durante muito tempo e alto. Ria até lhe faltar o ar. E se tiver um amigo que o faça rir, passe muito e muito tempo com essa pessoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Quando as lágrimas aparecerem Aguente, sofra e ultrapasse. A única pessoa que fica conosco toda a nossa vida somos nós próprios. VIVA enquanto estiver vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Rodeie-se das coisas que ama: Quer seja a família, animais, plantas, hobbies, o que quer que seja. O seu lar é o seu refugio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Tome cuidado com a sua saúde: Se é boa, mantenha-a. Se é instável, melhore-a. Se não consegue melhora-la , procure ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Não faça viagens de culpa. Faça uma viagem ao centro comercial, até a um país diferente, mas NÃO para onde haja culpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Diga às pessoas que ama que as ama a cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-65474194635228470?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/65474194635228470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=65474194635228470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/65474194635228470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/65474194635228470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-manter-se-jovem.html' title='Como manter-se jovem!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/TAMuhDBh9OI/AAAAAAAAAzw/q39nQimc7AE/s72-c/garfield+(84).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-525231029456410181</id><published>2010-05-19T20:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:54:47.946-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Arroz Doce...Que delícia!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_R5oyFlZcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/d7T1lq4E8Lc/s1600/garfield+(136).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473133188708918722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_R5oyFlZcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/d7T1lq4E8Lc/s320/garfield+(136).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gente vou passar para vocês uma receita de arroz doce MARAVILHOSO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acho que em toda a minha vida NUNCA um arroz doce tão gostoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não foi fácil conseguir a receita...Mais valeu a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa panela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 litros de leite C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 xicará de arroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Cozinhar o arroz no leite, mexendo, mais não deixar secar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa batedeira colocar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 gemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 colheres de sopa de açucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 colher de chá de manteiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Bater bem (mais bem mesmo, para não ficar cheiro de ovo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois misture tudo na panela devagar e deixar ferver por 5 minutos. Não é para secar hein!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PRONTO AGORA É SÓ DEVORAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Essa receita fica parecendo que usou leite condensado porque fica cremosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mais na verdade, fica super leve e como disse MARAVILHOSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-525231029456410181?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/525231029456410181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=525231029456410181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/525231029456410181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/525231029456410181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/arroz-doceque-delicia.html' title='Arroz Doce...Que delícia!!!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_R5oyFlZcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/d7T1lq4E8Lc/s72-c/garfield+(136).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4359201690401034671</id><published>2010-05-17T01:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:27:34.198-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Mais de 1600 acessos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_DE4dokluI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GXbAdtrnVoQ/s1600/garfield+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472090021561669346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_DE4dokluI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GXbAdtrnVoQ/s200/garfield+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah...tô muito contente que tive mais de 1600 acessos ao meu blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal mesmo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_DFRWRt3OI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/H8LU6up5IPI/s1600/garfield+(47).gif"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472090449083489506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_DFRWRt3OI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/H8LU6up5IPI/s200/garfield+(47).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comecei a postar em final de julho/09 e assim não achei que tanta gente passava por aqui, brigadinho gente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo bem que não tenho tantos seguidos oficiais mais sei que tem gente que gosta de dar uma olhadinha sempre! Até conheço algumas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só gostaria que comentassem mais, mesmo assim BRIGADÃO pelas visitas rápidas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo no coração de todos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4359201690401034671?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4359201690401034671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4359201690401034671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4359201690401034671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4359201690401034671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/mais-de-1600-acessos.html' title='Mais de 1600 acessos!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S_DE4dokluI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GXbAdtrnVoQ/s72-c/garfield+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1568283844488678914</id><published>2010-05-04T01:29:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:44:41.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>E assim nasce um quadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente esse é meu segundo quadro comprado!&lt;br /&gt;E olha esse foi feito em apenas 7 minutos (eu cronometrei!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode escolher dentre uma pasta com quase 100 tipos - qual o desenho que cor e ainda pode realizar algumas alterações desde cores até imagens mesmo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trabalho é feito na hora, na sua frente, sem pinceis e materias próprios de artistas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse ái usa só spray e um espatula, NADA MAIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artista é artista mesmo...Nasce com o dom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-kr168v8I/AAAAAAAAAyo/vyIRIJHA80c/s200/GEDC0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-lDPkTWuI/AAAAAAAAAyw/TShPZ-8f8c4/s1600/GEDC0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467269947788057314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-lDPkTWuI/AAAAAAAAAyw/TShPZ-8f8c4/s200/GEDC0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-lYUN8fGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gyKAjG0EKlY/s1600/GEDC0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467270309813714018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-lYUN8fGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gyKAjG0EKlY/s200/GEDC0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1568283844488678914?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1568283844488678914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1568283844488678914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1568283844488678914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1568283844488678914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-assim-nasce-um-quadro.html' title='E assim nasce um quadro'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9-jTW0gl5I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xbIzn7jctuQ/s72-c/GEDC0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1632851261396631176</id><published>2010-05-03T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:19:00.256-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O valor das coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9zhYF-KZdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/HqjGd1_S5b8/s1600/fernando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466491851756955090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9zhYF-KZdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/HqjGd1_S5b8/s200/fernando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1632851261396631176?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1632851261396631176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1632851261396631176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1632851261396631176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1632851261396631176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-valor-das-coisas.html' title='O valor das coisas...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S9zhYF-KZdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/HqjGd1_S5b8/s72-c/fernando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-961365949733115787</id><published>2010-04-07T11:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:39:00.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Medos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qvhk0mEII/AAAAAAAAAxE/aczJFeo7LZE/s1600/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866889867595906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qvhk0mEII/AAAAAAAAAxE/aczJFeo7LZE/s200/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando somos crianças temos medo de quase tudo que não conhecemos. Lembro-me que tinha medo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Da véia debaixo da cama" tinha até uma musiquinha dela, e ela vinha quando você não queria dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O homem do saco" que pegava crianças malcriadas e desobedientes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais lembro também que não tinha medo de espíritos, tenho até certeza que recebia a visita de dois bem estranhos! Um era um garoto (tipo uma sombra) que vinha só brincar dentro do guarda roupa (sei lá porque!) e outro era de uma cobra naja, enorme! Que saia sempre debaixo da cama dos meus pais e vinha na minha direção, se abria e ia embora. Eu não tinha mais que 6 anos nessa época e nunca me esqueci deles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembro ainda de algumas vezes levantar e ir para a cama de minha mãe por sonhos que tive...mais não lembro deles agora e muitas vezes nem no dia seguinte lembrava. Mais essas davam um medinho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, depois de adulta, os medos são outros, são de coisas mais reais e práticas do nosso dia-a-dia! ... Só tem uma coisa que tenho muito medo: Da solidão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- De qualquer forma sempre teremos medo! Você não tem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-961365949733115787?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/961365949733115787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=961365949733115787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/961365949733115787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/961365949733115787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/medos.html' title='Medos!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qvhk0mEII/AAAAAAAAAxE/aczJFeo7LZE/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-9141788805341019000</id><published>2010-04-06T00:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:39:10.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Limites....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qp7YmydjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QmVD6ux8K18/s1600/11200758938df.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456860736195294770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qp7YmydjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QmVD6ux8K18/s200/11200758938df.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando vivemos muito tempo com uma pessoa, aprendemos a manter e respeitar a "linha limite"da sobrevivência (importante e perigoso) pois sabemos que se passarmos essa linha, a agressão verbal pode ser muito pior que a agressão física. Pois conhecemos muito bem a pessoa e poucas palavras são terríveis e altamente destrutivas ...ou...inrreparáveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Temos de aprender a relevar, passar por cima (mais isso não significa perdoar!) mais sim deixar de lado para evitar futuras magoas. Afinal desfrutamos do mesmo teto e muitas vezes fatos isolados não devem ser levados em conta. O máximo que devemos fazer é colocar em "alerta" para que não nos machuquemos quando isso acontecer de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém merece frustrações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-9141788805341019000?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9141788805341019000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=9141788805341019000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/9141788805341019000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/9141788805341019000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/limites.html' title='Limites....'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S7qp7YmydjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QmVD6ux8K18/s72-c/11200758938df.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-8067386297492967383</id><published>2010-03-20T23:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:15:40.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>Os embalos de "MEU" sábado à noite!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa música é muito legal....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a letra é boa? Não tô afins de saber....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O negócio é que ela é para cima e anima bastante....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd9e8726cb14c497" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd9e8726cb14c497%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78098EDB6627BDB2E7630426A1BA7E3958D282F6.575A857990C071B4AA60457BC9B8B06F1CE7ED95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd9e8726cb14c497%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxQGhAAzYz68nsIHT2Yk-yXefQg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd9e8726cb14c497%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78098EDB6627BDB2E7630426A1BA7E3958D282F6.575A857990C071B4AA60457BC9B8B06F1CE7ED95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd9e8726cb14c497%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxQGhAAzYz68nsIHT2Yk-yXefQg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opa, já estou dançando aqui sentada!!! Experimenta aí vai!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-8067386297492967383?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd9e8726cb14c497&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8067386297492967383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=8067386297492967383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8067386297492967383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8067386297492967383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-embalos-de-meu-sabado-noite.html' title='Os embalos de &quot;MEU&quot; sábado à noite!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4017204505130901138</id><published>2010-03-17T02:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:05:17.436-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>Amor Maior (JQuest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tô sentindo que é disso que estou precisando agora!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amor Maior que EU!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ou até simplesmente amor, alguém...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21cf17794eab9df1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21cf17794eab9df1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E98B1F4449D15CA29F420A10F7C1B68EE2A603B.28168596F357B5E7C9E7ECC95F80A5ED39F11653%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21cf17794eab9df1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAjBnTQRIJfZhsADdz9nJGubZBhA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21cf17794eab9df1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E98B1F4449D15CA29F420A10F7C1B68EE2A603B.28168596F357B5E7C9E7ECC95F80A5ED39F11653%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21cf17794eab9df1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAjBnTQRIJfZhsADdz9nJGubZBhA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4017204505130901138?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=21cf17794eab9df1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4017204505130901138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4017204505130901138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4017204505130901138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4017204505130901138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-maior-jquest.html' title='Amor Maior (JQuest)'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7156872019638681410</id><published>2010-03-13T01:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:17:27.420-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Divagando!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S5sRNDqvXjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/g-EvTufaHpc/s1600-h/fadas50.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447967090255289906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S5sRNDqvXjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/g-EvTufaHpc/s320/fadas50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não sei bem o que sinto ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto sua falta ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto dua presença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto desespero ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto euforia e Frio na barriga ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;... Mais na verdade não te sinto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não sei bem o que dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dizer que não quero mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dizer que ainda quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Preciso dizer que!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que nada não preciso mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dizer o que sinto faz falta e, que preciso e quero ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;... Na verdade, não sei o que dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Minha mente está estranha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não consegue organizar as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quando é dia, quando é noite ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sono ... que não vem a noite e me persegue durante o dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quero dormir ... quero te ver, te sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não quero acordar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mais .... O que será que está acontecendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7156872019638681410?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7156872019638681410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7156872019638681410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7156872019638681410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7156872019638681410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/divagando.html' title='Divagando!...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S5sRNDqvXjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/g-EvTufaHpc/s72-c/fadas50.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7651673615284336490</id><published>2010-03-11T01:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:19:16.006-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Mais não sei...jovens...adolescentes!</title><content type='html'>De verdade se a gente começar a analisar os jovens é uma coisa bem interessante e até enriquecedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava olhando alguns blogs e orkuts da vida! e é muito legal ver como eles mudam radicalmente e com muita intensidade de emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer "Eu te amo" para esses jovens não é algo tão dificil! Porque p/ gente a coisa não pôde continuar assim!? É bem dificil dizermos isso para alguém (pelo menos p/ mim é!) Essa palavra, tem um poder tão grande e um valor maior ainda que não consigo dizer assim com tanta facilidade - lógico que já disse e não retiro nenhuma letra ou emoção passada quando disse. Mais não sei...jovens...adolescentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também é legal ver como são observadores de si mesmos e como vêem em coisas tão simples, tanto sofrimento e dor...um fora, uma espinha, uns quilos a mais, a idade (ainda jovem)...Mais não sei...jovens...adolescentes...confusos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma certa forma, olhar eles é como olhar nós mesmos antes e como estamos hoje e até pesarmos se não estamos HOJE sendo "jovens" e exagerando demais em coisas que, fazem parte da nossa idade e vida atual, mais que transformamos em sofrimento e dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é fácil e para isso é só olharmos os mais velhos! Eles passaram, não digo em situações, mais em emoções, da mesma forma que estamos passando hoje e são "hoje" pessoas ricas de sabedoria! Podem não ter força fisica, mais a alma dessas pessoas são rochas, firmes, a sabedoria delas pode ser livro de "auto ajuda" para nós! Mais não sei...NÓS...jovens...adolescentes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7651673615284336490?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7651673615284336490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7651673615284336490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7651673615284336490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7651673615284336490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-nao-seijovensadolescentes.html' title='Mais não sei...jovens...adolescentes!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5841870405318667399</id><published>2010-03-11T01:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:06:31.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Sei lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Estou ficando cansada de ficar em casa, e já tô ficando sem vontade de sair também!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se bem me conheço isso não é bom sinal!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandonei blog, minhas obrigações como síndica e não tô nem um pouco afins de fazer nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dinheiro está acabando e tô ficando com uma vontade louco de comprar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realmente isso não é bom sinal! Preciso acordar dessa confusão mental que está acontecendo comigo rápido! Minha paciência também está acabando... NÃO POSSO CONTINUAR DESEMPREGADA - AGORA CHEGA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na verdade, sei lá! Deixa isso p/ lá!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijo no coração de todos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5841870405318667399?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5841870405318667399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5841870405318667399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5841870405318667399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5841870405318667399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/sei-la.html' title='Sei lá!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1759975877840848329</id><published>2010-03-02T01:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:17:19.239-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momento in Love'/><title type='text'>E foi o fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S4yQ_Iu9BbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tB83SJkkSBo/s1600-h/coraÃÂ§aopartido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443885463934666162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S4yQ_Iu9BbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tB83SJkkSBo/s200/cora%C3%83%C2%A7aopartido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liguei para você, queria sentir o conforto de sua voz, su atenção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais senti foi sua distância, senti que desta vez seria a ultima vez que nos falaríamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou mais ligar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero mais sentir sua frieza (nunca imaginei que sentiria isso vindo de você)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doeu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais me mostrou que era o fim de tudo, TUDO MESMO, senti que em 2010 eu me tornei uma página virada em sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto por isso, mais....Talvez só assim eu consiga realmente me convencer que nosso tempo já passou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1759975877840848329?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1759975877840848329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1759975877840848329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1759975877840848329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1759975877840848329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-foi-o-fim.html' title='E foi o fim...'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S4yQ_Iu9BbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tB83SJkkSBo/s72-c/cora%C3%83%C2%A7aopartido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1510636928607091551</id><published>2010-03-02T00:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:38:13.725-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><title type='text'>Never Say Never - Fray</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed2cbfe04aae5717" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded2cbfe04aae5717%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D777BE179C70BE149F2B52759D7A0D24BC1CF62FD.1DC481CC8421F757E5A0014114C954455F1E3A94%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded2cbfe04aae5717%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4RF8mTNgSMYbDtuD8RfpmpOI9E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded2cbfe04aae5717%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D777BE179C70BE149F2B52759D7A0D24BC1CF62FD.1DC481CC8421F757E5A0014114C954455F1E3A94%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded2cbfe04aae5717%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4RF8mTNgSMYbDtuD8RfpmpOI9E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na verdade acho que essa frase vale para tudo em nossa vida &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- independente da situação que a música cita aqui...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isso é uma coisa que aprendi na minha vida com meus tombos e tropeços. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUNCA devemos dizer "NUNCA".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1510636928607091551?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed2cbfe04aae5717&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1510636928607091551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1510636928607091551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1510636928607091551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1510636928607091551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-say-never-fray.html' title='Never Say Never - Fray'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-8513359850880597343</id><published>2010-03-01T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:35:40.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datas Comemorativas'/><title type='text'>O mês de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Março é o terceiro mês do ano no calendário gregoriano e um dos sete meses com 31 dias. O seu nome surgiu na Roma Antiga, quando março era o primeiro mês do ano e chamava-se primeiramente Martius, depois Marte, o deus romano da guerra. O ano iniciava em 1º de março, também na Rússia, até o final do século XV. Já o Reino da Grã-Bretanha e suas colônias mantiveram o começo do ano em 25 de março, até 1752, quando foi adotado o calendário gregoriano.Março é um mês repleto de datas importantes. No dia 8, é celebrado o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lproweb.procempa.com.br/pmpa/prefpoa/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php?reg=2&amp;amp;p_secao=59#" target="_self"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia Internacional da Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. No dia 10, comemora-se o Dia do Telefone, um dos mais revolucionários inventos na área das comunicações. Já o dia 22 é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lproweb.procempa.com.br/pmpa/prefpoa/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php?reg=4&amp;amp;p_secao=59#" target="_self"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia Mundial da Água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;, criado pela Organização Mundial das Nações Unidas (ONU) , em 1993. Nascida Porto de São Francisco dos Casais em 1772, e rebatizada com vários outros nomes até 1810, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lproweb.procempa.com.br/pmpa/prefpoa/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php?reg=13&amp;amp;p_secao=59#" target="_self"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porto Alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; também comemora seu aniversário no dia 26, com uma semana de festividades e eventos culturais. O outono começa em 23 de março e muitos ainda consideram março como o mês em que o ano realmente inicia, passada a euforia do carnaval, as férias escolares e a temporada do verão. É a hora de arregaçar as mangas e suar para transformar em realidade os planos traçados em janeiro. São as águas de março fechando o verão, é  a promessa de vida no teu coração (Tom Jobim).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lproweb.procempa.com.br/pmpa/prefpoa/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://lproweb.procempa.com.br/pmpa/prefpoa/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-8513359850880597343?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8513359850880597343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=8513359850880597343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8513359850880597343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/8513359850880597343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-mes-de-marco.html' title='O mês de Março'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-346265973305216093</id><published>2010-02-23T00:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:53:22.818-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Muppets eternos e insubstituíveis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí...tempo bom que eu não perdia nenhum programa deles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94a3769c528dca61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a3769c528dca61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DE5151768F8C07D1A01ABF7BA8111985145E395.E51497AC61A70CA083805FEED5E0B00124DEA3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a3769c528dca61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuuhykQmkPZde6gvoyCQ257ZY9QE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a3769c528dca61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DE5151768F8C07D1A01ABF7BA8111985145E395.E51497AC61A70CA083805FEED5E0B00124DEA3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a3769c528dca61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuuhykQmkPZde6gvoyCQ257ZY9QE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-346265973305216093?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=94a3769c528dca61&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E8xMcXmI9E' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/346265973305216093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=346265973305216093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/346265973305216093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/346265973305216093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/hippo-lion-sleeps-tonight.html' title='Muppets eternos e insubstituíveis!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5395713295103572917</id><published>2010-02-17T23:35:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:43:25.185-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Diários de Vampiro - 5º Livro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3ybDkq2K4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/J8q7cDDn3kg/s1600-h/vd-nightfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439392935642016642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3ybDkq2K4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/J8q7cDDn3kg/s200/vd-nightfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, terminei mais esse - agora estou aqui esperando pelo lançamento do sexto livro em março!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse não achei assim tão bom, acho que a escritora viajou um pouco no sobrenatural - acho que ficou muito faz de conta, sei lá!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais enfim, o mais interessante é que termina com a Elena sem o Stefan!!! Ela precisa achar ele!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dei uma olhada no site: &lt;a href="http://diariosdovampiro.com/downloads/"&gt;http://diariosdovampiro.com/downloads/&lt;/a&gt; e assisti ao tão falado episódio, de verdade foge bem ao que está nos livros...Os personagens se misturam diferentemente - de verdade, prefiro os livros! Mais vou continuar assistindo, só que tem de ser um por dia! Não se pode passar de 72 mim direto. Eles cortam e convidam você a assinar para ler diretão!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3ya4Tqqi0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/JmDA1RP2BJU/s1600-h/blue-moon-alyson-noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439392742099290946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3ya4Tqqi0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/JmDA1RP2BJU/s200/blue-moon-alyson-noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai...Ai...Ai... espero que o 6º livro não demore muito! Enquanto isso vou aos Imortais. Tô no 2º livro e está muito bom!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claro, baixei da internet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5395713295103572917?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5395713295103572917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5395713295103572917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5395713295103572917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5395713295103572917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/diarios-de-vampiro-5-livro.html' title='Diários de Vampiro - 5º Livro!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3ybDkq2K4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/J8q7cDDn3kg/s72-c/vd-nightfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-5977807495030134168</id><published>2010-02-16T23:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:00:26.665-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momento in Love'/><title type='text'>Was It a Dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Então acho essa música uma viagem! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Escuto ela direto - Ela me acorda de manhã e fica repetindo o tempo todo no meu celular (MP3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aqui, ela tá mais lenta - tipo acústico - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais se você for na lateral onde tenho algumas musicas para você ouvir vai achar ela na faixa 16...Perfeita! Tem até raios e trovões...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É LITERALMENTE UMA VIAGEM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-395ae40932f8b50d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D395ae40932f8b50d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D794F1329BEA9EAA196BE54190EE852172410A8F9.82120AD204464A806ABACFF81CD02FC68E62894C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D395ae40932f8b50d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deu3LNRtXrvjo1kBa3B4me5lEVqc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D395ae40932f8b50d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331537164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D794F1329BEA9EAA196BE54190EE852172410A8F9.82120AD204464A806ABACFF81CD02FC68E62894C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D395ae40932f8b50d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deu3LNRtXrvjo1kBa3B4me5lEVqc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was It A Dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Era Um Sonho ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your defences were up high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua proteção é onde vou me esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your walls built deep inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas muralhas construídas lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah I'm a selfish bastard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou um bastardo egoísta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But at least I'm not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pelo menos eu não estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My intentions never change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas intenções nunca mudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I wanted stays the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero, continua o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know what I should do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei o que tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time set myself on fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora de me atirar no fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the only evidence that proves it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a única evidência que me prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your reflection I erased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu reflexo, eu apaguei&lt;br /&gt;Li&lt;strong&gt;ke a thousand burned out yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Como mil "ontens" queimados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe me when I say goodbye forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredite-me quando eu digo adeus para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is for good (good, good)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por bem (bem, bem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the only evidence that proves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Essa é a única evidência que me prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a photograph of you and I)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu e você, em uma fotografia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ... Whoaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você... Whoaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the only evidence that proves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Essa é a única evidência que me prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a photograph of you and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Eu e você, em uma fotografia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the only evidence that proves it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a única evidência que me prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A photograph of you and I ... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu e você, em uma fotografia... novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(in love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(apaixonados)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-5977807495030134168?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=395ae40932f8b50d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5977807495030134168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=5977807495030134168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5977807495030134168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/5977807495030134168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-it-dream.html' title='Was It a Dream!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-6699629155227430923</id><published>2010-02-16T22:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:58:36.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>O amor na nossa vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3s-33IYXWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CEKTL5pHQc0/s1600-h/candy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439010104392834402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3s-33IYXWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CEKTL5pHQc0/s200/candy2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma vez ouvi que o amor passa pela gente 3 vezes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1ª vez - ele passa bem devagar - você precisa estar muito antenado para saber!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2ª vez - ele até mexe com você - e você tem que pegar ele!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3ª vez - ele passa te derrubando - aí não tem jeito ou você pega ou já era!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois bem...Será que ele passou suas três vezes na minha vida e eu NEM PERCEBI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-6699629155227430923?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6699629155227430923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=6699629155227430923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6699629155227430923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/6699629155227430923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-amor-na-nossa-vida.html' title='O amor na nossa vida!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3s-33IYXWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CEKTL5pHQc0/s72-c/candy2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-3130907682259763195</id><published>2010-02-15T22:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:14:12.337-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Os Imortais - Livro 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3niFL4pe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/pscDTMJXiXA/s1600-h/21649182_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438626603744197506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3niFL4pe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/pscDTMJXiXA/s320/21649182_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então gente boa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comprei esse livro e li em dois dias...ótimo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é de vampiros apaixonados...pelo menos até agora é o que diz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É perfeito também - por isso já baixei o 2º e o 3º na internet...Querem baixar livros? Coloquei o  link do site na lateral, desce a barra de rolagem e aproveita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse livro é super atual, usa linguagem de hoje, misticismo, alquimia, vampirismo, espiritalismo...Não parece tão ficticio assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tô amando essa leitura!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que prefiro um imortal a um vampiro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahhh to terminando o 5º livro de Diários de Vampiro, depois conto como finaliza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-3130907682259763195?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3130907682259763195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=3130907682259763195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3130907682259763195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/3130907682259763195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-imortais-livro-1.html' title='Os Imortais - Livro 1'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3niFL4pe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/pscDTMJXiXA/s72-c/21649182_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-4843517847432647691</id><published>2010-02-10T23:23:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:39:11.033-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>TPM - "Tente Pertubar Menos...é isso aí!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NhARKncoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aCnof2W22c0/s1600-h/TPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795832402145922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NhARKncoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aCnof2W22c0/s320/TPM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que porcaria isso de TPM, nunca tive em toda minha vida e agora depois de "velha" me aparece esse negócio chato!Isso não deveria existir...Esses hormônios realmente podem nos enlouquecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ontem mesmo, eu estava indo para casa e não aguentava nada, ninguém podia esbarrar em mim que eu já estava fuzilando com olhos...O calor me irritava, as pessoas falando perto de mim, a condução cheia, a cidade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A gente tem tudo ao mesmo tempo! A cabeça da gente fica por um fio para a loucura, pelo menos a minha fica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dá vontade de sair beijando na boca de outras pessoas só para mexer com elas e depois sair rindo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dá vontade de sair batendo - só para arrumar briga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NgyUtFjwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zg8KIoceYpo/s1600-h/tpm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795592833863426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NgyUtFjwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zg8KIoceYpo/s320/tpm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dá vontade de chorar / rir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paciência??? É uma palavra que não existe quando temos TPM...achava que isso era mentira e frescura - mais é a pura verdade! O sangue sobe para a cabeça e parece que falta oxigênio para pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A gente que ouvir musica romântica e quer ouvir rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quer ficar sentada quieta mais dá desespero de ficar parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quer que o mundo acabe logo e preferencialmente em barranco para morrer escorada e;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quer fazer uma grande mudança na vida! Algo assim mudar tudo 360° - ir embora da cidade, do país, sumir!!! e ao mesmo tempo voltar rapidinho para casa e ficar no quarto escondida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUE LOUCO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Olha para os homens com fome e depois com nojo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tem fome e ao mesmo tempo não quer comer! Uma ansiedade !!!! Um desespero!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SER MULHER NÃO É FÁCIL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nessa dia a gente não deveria nem trabalhar....pode ser prejudicial as pessoas ao nosso redor...NEM EU MESMA ME AGUENTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795403155523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NgnSGPx5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/o3c-syPLugE/s320/cartaotpm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-4843517847432647691?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4843517847432647691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=4843517847432647691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4843517847432647691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/4843517847432647691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/tpm-tente-pertubar-menose-isso-ai.html' title='TPM - &quot;Tente Pertubar Menos...é isso aí!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3NhARKncoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aCnof2W22c0/s72-c/TPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1725492235872325397</id><published>2010-02-09T00:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:26:59.752-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Selinho para Michelle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DHC7iR5zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0yhTNRdMjcU/s1600-h/selo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436063603391326002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DHC7iR5zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0yhTNRdMjcU/s400/selo9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse selinho é para você!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;É isso mesmo que dá vontade de fazer no seu blog! Dá vontade de abraçar... Ele é divertido, aconchegante e diferente! Nele a gente consegue ter um pedacinho de você e seus sentimentos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visitem: &lt;a href="http://michellematta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://michellematta.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1725492235872325397?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1725492235872325397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1725492235872325397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1725492235872325397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1725492235872325397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/michelle-esse-selinho-e-para-voce-e.html' title='Selinho para Michelle!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DHC7iR5zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0yhTNRdMjcU/s72-c/selo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1855543933454420970</id><published>2010-02-09T00:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:09:44.317-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><title type='text'>Selo para Isa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DDQDp7ndI/AAAAAAAAAsc/66Y_FMQOskQ/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436059430862691794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DDQDp7ndI/AAAAAAAAAsc/66Y_FMQOskQ/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isa esse selo é para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu blog é muito fofo...sua juventude e seus conflitos lembram muito de mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me vejo escrevendo em suas palavras...Mais não era em internet que faziamos isso era em agendas guardadas secretamente de todos rsrsrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue assim..você está aprendendo muito com seus tropeços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro ver seu blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vistem também: &lt;a href="http://isabelaa16.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://isabelaa16.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1855543933454420970?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1855543933454420970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1855543933454420970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1855543933454420970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1855543933454420970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/selo-para-isa.html' title='Selo para Isa'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S3DDQDp7ndI/AAAAAAAAAsc/66Y_FMQOskQ/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-2516500479197290937</id><published>2010-02-08T23:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:37:53.942-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Aprendizado de vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No domingo retrasado fui com minha mãe e tia para Valinhos! Fomos na festa do Figo...É legal. Mais o melhor foi a vinda. A sra que estava coordenando a viagem é uma pessoa de muita luz! Seu nome é Francisca, mais todos chamam de Francisiquinha! Ela tem 73 anos - super ativa, animada e cheia de vida! Uma mulher maravilhosa! Conta piadas, faz brincadeiras e não tá nem aí para que o que as pessoas pensam ou dizem a seu respeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contou sua vida como se fosse uma grande comédia! E olha sofreu viu!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma mulher pequena (1 metro e meio no máximo) gordinha, já envergada e com andar cauteloso. Muito religiosa e vistosa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um perfeito aprendizado de vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei ouvindo ela com muita atenção e até fiquei triste quando acabou a escursão! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei com gostinho de quero mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Deus a abençoe Dn Francisquinha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim que receber as fotos eu coloco aqui para vocês conhecerem essa grande mulher!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-2516500479197290937?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2516500479197290937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=2516500479197290937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2516500479197290937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/2516500479197290937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendizado-de-vida.html' title='Aprendizado de vida!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-640547768475132738</id><published>2010-02-01T00:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:15:13.774-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Diários de Vampiro - Terminei mais um livro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gentem terminei o 4º livro - UFA!!! Coisa de maluco o final desse livro hein!!! Vocês realmente precisam ler! Terminei na sexta-feira 29/01 por volta de umas 16hs e já comecei o 5º e ultimo disponível na internet: O Retorno - Anoitecer. Agora vou comer os dedos de ansiedade esperando pelo 6º livro, um detalhe, será lançando em março agora nos Estados Unidos. Brasil vai ter de esperar um pouquinho mais, ou até alguém "maravilhoso" publicar ele na internet para que alguns como Euzinha possam devorar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S2Y4z7Sv5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/oSwhHhsDkHY/s1600-h/vd-nightfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433092465209894610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S2Y4z7Sv5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/oSwhHhsDkHY/s200/vd-nightfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segue capa de ultimo livro até agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Só para os curiosos esse também tá muuuiittto  loooccooo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-640547768475132738?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/640547768475132738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=640547768475132738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/640547768475132738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/640547768475132738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/diarios-de-vampiro-terminei-mais-um.html' title='Diários de Vampiro - Terminei mais um livro!!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S2Y4z7Sv5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/oSwhHhsDkHY/s72-c/vd-nightfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-7044145464086951660</id><published>2010-01-26T23:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:55:30.701-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simples Assim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Diários de Vampiro - E já tô no 4º livro!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S1-U9qVrcQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2Palp_l9APs/s1600-h/dark-reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431223462690255106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S1-U9qVrcQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2Palp_l9APs/s320/dark-reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já acabei o 3º livro e não me agradou muito o final!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais não vou contar nada para vocês VÃO TER DE LER - é muito louco também, bem forte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora já to na pagina 36 no 4º livro - esse que não tem nem capa brasileira ainda...Internet é tudo hein gente!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá ficando interessante, mais para que eu não desanime (já que não gostei do final do 3º livro) dei uma olhadinha no 5º e fiquei animada de novo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá licença !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou ler meu livro....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-7044145464086951660?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7044145464086951660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=7044145464086951660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7044145464086951660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/7044145464086951660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/diarios-de-vampiro-e-ja-to-no-4-livro.html' title='Diários de Vampiro - E já tô no 4º livro!!!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S1-U9qVrcQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2Palp_l9APs/s72-c/dark-reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-1789955487053478802</id><published>2010-01-25T21:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:17:52.826-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>Diários de Vampiro - A Furia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S14mET4x48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ym-hgfNSUY8/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820056155153346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S14mET4x48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ym-hgfNSUY8/s320/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aí...aí...aí já fazem mais ou menos 3horas que terminei o segundo livro, já entrei nesse agora....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gentemmmm recomendo mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Está bem mais envolvente a cada livro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Da licença vou voltar para minha história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-1789955487053478802?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1789955487053478802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=1789955487053478802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1789955487053478802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/1789955487053478802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/diarios-de-vampiro-furia.html' title='Diários de Vampiro - A Furia!!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S14mET4x48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ym-hgfNSUY8/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495520528636646262.post-64540575340934416</id><published>2010-01-25T00:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:35:39.491-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Vida'/><title type='text'>O amor em minha vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10QMsnqd_I/AAAAAAAAApg/IYlQXJ33pAw/s1600-h/copia-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430514536000681970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10QMsnqd_I/AAAAAAAAApg/IYlQXJ33pAw/s200/copia-de-amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;É estranho como funciona a mente da gente, num momento queremos muito que um grande amor, emoções fortes e avassaladoras nos dominem - queremos muito alguém ao nosso lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Depois por outro momento, sentimos que não, que não devemos mexer na nossa rotina, na nossa, vidinha, achamos que "assim tá bom p/ que .... será que tá na hora? será que estou pronta?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na verdade acho que criamos uma redoma de vidro em nós e tudo fica muito dificil. É confortável a gente se sentir assim. Para que abrir, para que se abrir!!! Será que tá na hora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por três vezes em minha vida, tive fortes emoções e nas três achei que eram amor, engano, hoje sei que esse amor existiu somente na ultima vez e não sei (de verdade) se acontecerá de novo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10QWDCko3I/AAAAAAAAApo/7jncwnJLLlw/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430514696637948786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10QWDCko3I/AAAAAAAAApo/7jncwnJLLlw/s200/coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primeira vez eu era muito nova&lt;/strong&gt; - tinha uns 16 anos - e toda a descoberta de uma relação a dois era muito curioso, os sentimentos, o corpo, o sexo! Tudo na adolescência é intenso - mais ´´e só! o termino dessa relação foi frustante, violenta "inlcuisve no sentido real da palavra" a dor no peito foi verdadeira, eu sentia meu coração dolorido ao toque! Essa relação durou uns dois anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na segunda vez, foi como uma recuperação da primeira traumatizante &lt;/strong&gt;- eu já tinha uns 19 anos e ele apareceu...me tirando de minha redoma não de vidro, mais de concreto e mostrando p/ mim que a vida podia ser bonita de novo! Foram 8 anos (acredite) e só não casamos porque eu não quis! Eu sempre achei que ele não estava preparado para isso - pelo menos era o que demonstrava - ele era ótimo para nos tirar do buraco, mais ele mesmo não saia! O relacionamento foi e voltou várias vezes, era intenso e profundo, mais não era completo! As vezes eu me sentia agredida na relação, como que forçada, sem precisar que ele tocasse um dedo em mim! Acabamos com uma grande briga e alguns empurrões desnecessários provocandos pela relação desgastada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A terceira vez, na verdade eu nem queria nada e nem procurava nada&lt;/strong&gt; - aconteceu! Eu estava fora da redoma, videndo bem e forte...Ele veio para me mostrar mais de mim mesma. Para fazer com que eu me conhecesse mais "isso foi fantástico". Tudo era perfeito, até um simples copo de cerveja! O tempo era muito curto para tudo "voava" - era incrivel como estar com ele era a melhor coisa que acontecia - nada nem ninguém existia quando estavamos juntos e o tempo literalmente voava. Tudo era perfeito - brigas? nunca tinhamos, nos conheciamos tão bem que sabiamos exatamente o que e quando falar as coisas. Foram 3 anos e um final necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por que sei que era amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque fiz coisas que jamais varia com outra pessoa, e não as fiz somente para agradar, mais sim para com sua felicidade eu me completar. É isso! Eu fiz tudo por essa pessoa, mais não esperando retorno e me senti e sinto satisfeita por ter realizado. É o tipo da coisa que não se senti no final de um relacionamento normal...Sempre saimos magoados e achando que fizemos demais e não fomos reconhecidos. Mais nessa relação não senti isso, senti que "me encontrei" nesse relacionamento. Portanto ganhei muito também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10Qb5I_mwI/AAAAAAAAApw/F5hAs4T1sM8/s1600-h/o_amor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430514797059742466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10Qb5I_mwI/AAAAAAAAApw/F5hAs4T1sM8/s200/o_amor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje sei o que sinto de verdade, sei o que quero, e sei quem sou eu! Do que sou capaz por amor e como, de verdade, sei amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só não sei quando posso novamente me abrir para isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Será que preciso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ou será que a vida vai me trazer alguém assim como trouxe esse ultimo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O que realmente vale: esperar ou ir atrás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.....................Por enquannto eu prefiro esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495520528636646262-64540575340934416?l=drika-minhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/64540575340934416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495520528636646262&amp;postID=64540575340934416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/64540575340934416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495520528636646262/posts/default/64540575340934416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drika-minhavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-amor-em-minha-vida.html' title='O amor em minha vida!'/><author><name>Drika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00394382109796636823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxRFRIdyTkM/Tweht-GevSI/AAAAAAAABBs/HxfUey1yYbg/s220/tumblr_l6sjkzPQM11qzatrjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nVlEKHHLo/S10QMsnqd_I/AAAAAAAAApg/IYlQXJ33pAw/s72-c/copia-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
