<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580</id><updated>2011-11-28T20:45:45.625-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por AÍ</title><subtitle type='html'>O mundo por aí&lt;br&gt;(ou pelo menos como eu o vejo daqui)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-6503593608442137131</id><published>2010-11-22T21:49:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:52:27.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seis anos em uma linha

namorei, casei, me separei, morri, renasci.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/6503593608442137131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=6503593608442137131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/6503593608442137131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/6503593608442137131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2010/11/oito-anos-em-uma-linha-casei-me-separei.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108661369386671635</id><published>2004-06-07T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:09:57.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diários de uma bicicletaA solitária viagem de bicicleta me tornou mais (isso, ainda mais) introspectivo. Bem, após um tempo de reflexão, essa é a hora de dar "ciao" ao blog e para todos aqueles que eu escrevia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108661369386671635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108661369386671635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108661369386671635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108661369386671635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/06/dirios-de-uma-bicicleta-solitria.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108385574716845644</id><published>2004-05-06T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T12:05:40.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pedalar é preciso, viver não é precisoPessoar, o blog anda meio abandonado, estou ocupado me enroscando nuns mapas para planejar minha viagem de travessia da mantiqueira. Dia 16 começo de casa e vou para Mairiporã, seguindo Rio Acima (rio Juqueri-Mirim) até o fim do canal, vou usar essa parte do trajeto para chegar em nazaré, depois piracaia, joanópolis e alcaçando a querida mantiqueira, em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108385574716845644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108385574716845644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108385574716845644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108385574716845644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/05/pedalar-preciso-viver-no-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108335371561833554</id><published>2004-04-30T16:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:00:10.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os Sete Samurais (Shichinin no samurai, 1954) 
Os Sete Samurais (Shichinin no samurai, 1954) 

Direção e roteiro do meste Akira Kurosawa. Leão de prata em Veneza, duas indicações ao Oscar e uma ao Bafta. 

Uma pacífica aldeia é constantemente atacada por bandidos, o ancião da aldeia diz que se eles não sabem usar armas para se defender, podem procurar quem as saiba usar para defendê-los. Um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108335371561833554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108335371561833554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108335371561833554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108335371561833554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/os-sete-samurais-shichinin-no-samurai.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSxvZqF0BqQ/S7255yW1bCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CHyIKguSvFo/s72-c/the-magnificent-seven-800-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108327057342777799</id><published>2004-04-29T17:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:12:03.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Poderoso Chefão - Parte 2 (The Godfather - Part 2,  1974) 

O Poderoso Chefão - Parte 2 (The Godfather - Part 2, 1974)  
Direção do Coppola, baseado no livro de Mario Puzo.  

Robert de Niro ingressa no time de atores fazendo o papel do jovem vito Corleone crescendo na violenta Sicília. Em outra parte, o filme se volta para o pequeno Michel (Al Pacino), agora o novo chefão, expandindo os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108327057342777799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108327057342777799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108327057342777799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108327057342777799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/o-poderoso-chefao-parte-2-godfather.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108324976037693173</id><published>2004-04-29T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.632-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Filosofia da felicidade (ou como ser feliz sem tomar Prozac)Aristótoles, discípulo de Platão, que por sua vez foi discípulo de Sócrates, que eu não lembro se foi discípulo de ninguém, discursa sobre a espiritualidade e a felicidade, enquanto isso o Pitágoras fica fazendo triângulozinho numa praia qualquer da Grécia. Aristóteles conclui que só por meio do intelecto se alcança a felicidade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108324976037693173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108324976037693173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108324976037693173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108324976037693173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/filosofia-da-felicidade-ou-como-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108315710864541376</id><published>2004-04-28T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.652-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deixe seu recado após o sinal"Obrigado por ter ligado para o Instituto de Saúde Mental, a companhia mais certa para seus momentos de maior loucura."* Se você é obsessivo-compulsivo, aperte repetidamente o número 1;* Se você é co-dependente, peça a alguém que aperte o número 2 por você;* Se você tem múltipla personalidade, aperte 3,4,5 e 6;* Se você é paranóico, nós sabemos quem é você, o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108315710864541376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108315710864541376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108315710864541376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108315710864541376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/deixe-seu-recado-apos-o-sinal-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108315679154259606</id><published>2004-04-28T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pérolas da sabedoria"Cachorro picado de cobra tem medo de linguiça"Motorista explicando a vida para o cobrador, hoje de manhã, na linha João XXIII.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108315679154259606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108315679154259606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108315679154259606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108315679154259606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/perolas-da-sabedoria-cachorro-picado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108310139487063603</id><published>2004-04-27T18:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:40:48.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill Bill 



Tarantino disse que, com "Kill Bill", chegou a vez das mulheres. E que os homens merecem morrer. (nota do editor desse blog: Tâmo tudo fudido).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108310139487063603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108310139487063603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108310139487063603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108310139487063603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/kill-bill-tarantino-disse-que-com-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108307498918801860</id><published>2004-04-27T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neruda, em solidariedadeÈse fue mi destino y en él viajó mi anhelo,Y en él cayó mi anhelo, todo en ti fue naufragio!(Este foi o meu destino, nele viajou o meu anseio, / e nele caiu meu anseio, tudo em ti foi naufrágio!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108307498918801860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108307498918801860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108307498918801860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108307498918801860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/neruda-em-solidariedade-ese-fue-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-10830072124340701</id><published>2004-04-26T16:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:45:18.894-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moon Patrol 

A suspensão do meu carro tá fazendo muito barulho, novamente. Não adianta, vou comprar um carro igual aquele do Moon Patrol (aka Mum Pátrou), assim quando eu for cair nas burraqueiras de Mairiporã é só apertar o botão do pulo. 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/10830072124340701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=10830072124340701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/10830072124340701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/10830072124340701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/moon-patrol-suspensao-do-meu-carro-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108299269755626413</id><published>2004-04-26T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Água pra beber, não vai ter...O "ACSM - American College Of Sports Medicine" publicou uma matéria bem interessante sobre a absorção de líquidos para ciclistas. Vou colocar aqui os pontos que achei mais importantes para o pessoal que pedala nas domingueiras, vou deixar os dados para competição de lado. Durante a prática do ciclismo, de 1 a 2 litros de líquidos (líquidos, não só água) são </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108299269755626413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108299269755626413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108299269755626413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108299269755626413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/agua-pra-beber-nao-vai-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108298896885941960</id><published>2004-04-26T11:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:48:48.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zombies do Romero na minha sala (novamente) 

Quando criança pirava vendo os filmes do Romero. Eu e meu vizinho "O Gordo" alugávamos fitas e mais fitas, montávamos acampamento na sala para assistirmos os zombies andando pela telona. Nossos pais já nem mais reclamavam quando passávamos a décima madrugada assistindo a trilogia dos mortos ("A noite dos Mortos Vivos", "O Despertar dos Mortos", "O dia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108298896885941960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108298896885941960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108298896885941960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108298896885941960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/zombies-do-romero-na-minha-sala.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108272725236622493</id><published>2004-04-23T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.791-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jaz eraHoje, 10:27, faleceu Wandi. Ao contrário do que todos pensam, não morreu caindo de algum barranco, morreu mesmo é de gripe. Em seu último desejo pediu para ser enterrado com seus DVDs e sua bicicleta, dizem que tem boas trilhas lá em baixo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108272725236622493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108272725236622493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108272725236622493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108272725236622493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/jaz-era-hoje-1027-faleceu-wandi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108249043546016923</id><published>2004-04-20T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto isso..."NÓIS TAMU É TUDO FUDIDO"Comentário de um amigo, pouco antes da prova de Inglês. Resumiu bem, em Português, toda a situação.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108249043546016923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108249043546016923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108249043546016923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108249043546016923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/enquanto-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108247782603650476</id><published>2004-04-20T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Santo ExpeditoSanto Expedito, meu velho, se tu lê esse blog eu gostaria de pedir para ser feliz e dono do meu nariz. Beleza? Acha que rola?Fechô.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108247782603650476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108247782603650476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108247782603650476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108247782603650476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/santo-expedito-santo-expedito-meu-velho.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108246740837319542</id><published>2004-04-20T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.807-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skol Puts PutsSe tu vai aparecer no Skol Beats e ainda não sabe a diferença entre House e Drum &amp; Bass, relaxa. Dá um clicão no site betabox. Suguei essa do blog do mestre Trentas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108246740837319542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108246740837319542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108246740837319542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108246740837319542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/skol-puts-puts-se-tu-vai-aparecer-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108212266603477018</id><published>2004-04-16T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Les Triplettes de BellevileSuperação, Máfia, Música, Volta da França, Travessia do oceano de pedalinho, e muito pedal. Les Triplettes de Bellevile!!!A animação mostra um garoto triste que, incentivado pela avó, se torna um excelente ciclista, pedalando para afastar a tristeza. Sua avó e treinadora, Madame Souza, sai em ajuda ao campeão, que foi sequestrado pela máfia durante o Tour de France.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108212266603477018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108212266603477018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108212266603477018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108212266603477018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/les-triplettes-de-bellevile-superacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108212198809804063</id><published>2004-04-16T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.817-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cicle-CinemaFalei com o Serginho do CAB para organizarmos uma pedalada norturna, na quarta-feira, para irmos até o cinema assistir, vestidos como ciclistas, o grande "Les Triplettes de Belleville". Vamos ver se rola =)Seria fantástico um grupo considerável de ciclistas no cinema, de sapatilha e lycra na fila do ingresso (para ver um filme sobre ciclismo).****AS BICICLETAS DE BELLEVILLE Les </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108212198809804063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108212198809804063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108212198809804063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108212198809804063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/cicle-cinema-falei-com-o-serginho-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108188253035568206</id><published>2004-04-13T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.823-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top Beijos do dia internacional do beijoBranca de neve e o príncipe encantadoPlaneta dos macacosBeijo e o Vento LevouMadonna e BritneyBeijo de Criança (qualquer beijo de criança)Beijo de Casamento (qualquer beijo de casamento)Beijo Roubado (qualquer beijo roubado)Beijo em público (qualquer beijo em público)Beijo coletivo (qualquer beijo coletivo)A banda KissBeijo de alegria (qualquer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108188253035568206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108188253035568206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108188253035568206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108188253035568206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/top-beijos-do-dia-internacional-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108178882581207233</id><published>2004-04-12T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.827-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ninguém mereceAlguém ai já ouviu o Caetano cantando "Come as you are" (isso mesmo, Come as you are, do Nirvana)? Putz, e depois me aparecem aqui para falar que Caetano é legal. Ninguém merece.Tá defendendo o Caetano?"Claro que eu me lembro dos shows no Brasil. Em SP, tinha uma loja de presente do hotel (Maksoud Plaza) onde estávamos que vendia Valium. Ou algo parecido. No momento de ir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108178882581207233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108178882581207233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108178882581207233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108178882581207233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/ninguem-merece-alguem-ai-ja-ouviu-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108177733490775742</id><published>2004-04-12T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.832-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Série, mundo perfeito (volume 2)No mundo perfeito Vermelho é um sabor e não uma cor. Toda criança luta pela jujuba vermelha no pacote, isso é uma fase importante na vida da criança pois represanta uma introdução ao mundo competitivo que ela enfrentará no futuro. Os grandes presidentes de multinacionais e os maiores homens de negócio do mundo certamente foram crianças que outrora conquistaram as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108177733490775742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108177733490775742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108177733490775742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108177733490775742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/serie-mundo-perfeito-volume-2-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108143424144581769</id><published>2004-04-08T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.837-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Série, mundo perfeito (volume 1)O milionário Jonathan Hart se casa com Jennifer, uma jornalista sofisticada e de espírito aventureiro. A união dos dois cria um casal rico, charmoso, bem sucedido profissionalmente, que leva uma vida excitante morando numa mansão em Bervely Hills com o mordomo Max, e o fiel cachorrinho Freeway. Jonathan é dono das indústrias Hart e Jennifer uma profissional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108143424144581769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108143424144581769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108143424144581769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108143424144581769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/serie-mundo-perfeito-volume-1-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108143264149247844</id><published>2004-04-08T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.842-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu calhambequeMinha paixão descontrolada por carros é conhecida de muitos. Semana passada acendeu uma lâmpada do Aladim no painel do meu carro, pensei: "Que porra de lâmpada é essa?" fui olhar no manual, quando lembrei que ao comprar o carro peguei o manual errado e deixei lá na concessionária para trocar, até hoje eu não fui lá pegar (dois anos depois). Uns dias depois meu pai avisa - "A luz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108143264149247844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108143264149247844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108143264149247844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108143264149247844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/meu-calhambeque-minha-paixao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108134476718860756</id><published>2004-04-07T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A aline também queria ir ver os Pixies em CuritibaA miru me mandou por ICQ. Sabe tudo essa menina.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108134476718860756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108134476718860756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108134476718860756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108134476718860756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/aline-tambem-queria-ir-ver-os-pixies-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108125724406923154</id><published>2004-04-06T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Les Triplettes de BellevilleVentos trazem boas notícias, o filme chega ao Brasil em maio. Não é sempre que colocam um filme onde o ciclismo é o tema principal na lista de indicados ao Oscar. E a história é prá lá de emocionante, treinamento rigoroso (karatê kid versão ciclismo), sequestros, envolvimento da máfia e fugas no Le Tour!. Tô no pelote da elite, ou melhor, no começo da fila.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108125724406923154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108125724406923154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108125724406923154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108125724406923154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/les-triplettes-de-belleville-ventos.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108092997920007412</id><published>2004-04-02T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu coração é vermelhoOs Mackenzistas do MackAzaleia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108092997920007412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108092997920007412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108092997920007412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108092997920007412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/meu-coracao-e-vermelho-os-mackenzistas.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108084785311761124</id><published>2004-04-01T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.857-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Som na caixaHey Schroeder, toca alguma coisa ai para nós...Põe o ouvido aqui.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108084785311761124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108084785311761124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108084785311761124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108084785311761124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/som-na-caixa-hey-schroeder-toca-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108083153480714899</id><published>2004-04-01T11:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciclismo e coisas que passarinho não bebe (não injeta, etc)Que ciclismo e drogas poderosas andam lado a lado, não é a primeira vez que falo aqui no blog. Tem que ser muito inocente para pensar que alguém com um coração de cavalo vá tomar só água mineral nas corridas do grande circuito. Mesmo assim, conhecendo a podridão, fiquei muito chocado em ler um relato com uma dezena de páginas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108083153480714899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108083153480714899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108083153480714899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108083153480714899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/ciclismo-e-coisas-que-passarinho-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108083032173384232</id><published>2004-04-01T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.865-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lance ArmstrongFaz tempo que não falava de ciclismo aqui...Fala ai, se a Sheryl Crow estivesse te esperando em casa você faria tudo para chegar mais rápido? Eh Ullrich, complicou nêgo, a nova namorada do Lance Armstrong é a figura ai de cima. Agora ele tem motivos para pedalar AINDA mais rápido.Aproveitando... o Armstrong disse que tá treinando pouco e tal que quer se dedicar mais a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108083032173384232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108083032173384232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108083032173384232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108083032173384232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/lance-armstrong-faz-tempo-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108082778616152519</id><published>2004-04-01T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April fool's dayJá que é dia dos tontos, vamos celebrar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108082778616152519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108082778616152519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082778616152519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082778616152519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/april-fools-day-ja-que-e-dia-dos-tontos.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108082769847635109</id><published>2004-04-01T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MentirasEu minto. Minto sobre o passado, sobre o presente e sobre o futuro. As mentiras saem de mim de forma tão natural, que se incorporam à minha vida com o peso das experiências. Filmes que não vi, lugares que não visitei, mulheres que não tive, presentes que não ganhei, sofrimentos que não passei. Minto assim...sem nenhum charme. Diria mesmo que, vez por outra, os acontecimentos são mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108082769847635109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108082769847635109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082769847635109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082769847635109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/mentiras-eu-minto.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108082748332982336</id><published>2004-04-01T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.920-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Primeiro de AbrilRaspas e restos, me interessamPequenas porções de ilusão Mentiras sinceras, me interessam, me interessam...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108082748332982336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108082748332982336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082748332982336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108082748332982336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/04/primeiro-de-abril-raspas-e-restos-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108076605137547530</id><published>2004-03-31T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amor morreu"Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved"Perceberam que tem um caixão verde no meio do clipe "Hey Ya!" do Outkast? Para ver, pega aqui (no bom sentido).clipe "Hey Ya!" com o Outkast!E as meninas no "Shaking it like a Poloroid Picture" merecem consideração. Deveria ser lei balançar assim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108076605137547530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108076605137547530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108076605137547530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108076605137547530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/o-amor-morreu-ohh-weve-been-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108075803033346006</id><published>2004-03-31T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.929-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Onde está Wally?Segunda-Feira, 23h numa palestra médica sobre traumas em membros inferiores durante corridas de aventura.Caiu? Bateu? Machucou? Deixa que eu remendoPS: Miru, eu devia ter imobilizado o joelho, talvez até o quadril (que estava fazendo barulho)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108075803033346006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108075803033346006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108075803033346006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108075803033346006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/onde-esta-wally-segunda-feira-23h-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108074096628007525</id><published>2004-03-31T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superpoderes- Não durmo- Não esqueço- Sou a equipe de resgate sempre presente- Compreendo até as coisas incompreensíveis- Perdôo até as pessoas imperdoáveis- Percebo os detalhes escondidos no cantinho- Tenho um disfarce de tonto que engana muita genteGrandes poderem exigem grandes responsabilidades. E que criptonita derruba, derruba.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108074096628007525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108074096628007525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108074096628007525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108074096628007525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/superpoderes-nao-durmo-nao-esqueco-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108073858982775305</id><published>2004-03-31T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pixies, final reportBem, mifu, a última esperança - a amiga do amigo que eu só tinha o msn - quis me vender o ingresso por R$ 400,00 (QUATROCENTOS REAIS E ZERO, ZERO CENTAVOS). Como ainda precisava gastar uma grana para ir até Curitiba, meu orçamento me impediu a loucura. Não vou assistir o show dos Pixies (not yet!).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108073858982775305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108073858982775305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108073858982775305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108073858982775305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/pixies-final-report-bem-mifu-ultima.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108065533633125698</id><published>2004-03-30T11:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IrritadíssimoNível de hoje. Irritadíssimo.Logo, um grande FODA-SE para...01. Pessoas que fazem perguntas sabendo a resposta.02. Pessoas que fazem mais de 10 perguntas por minuto.03. Pessoas que expressam opiniões totalmente sem sentido, sem saber nada do que falam.04. Pessoas que não estão nem ai para mim.05. Vacas ordinárias.06. Caras Galinhas.07. Joguinhos sentimentais.08. Filmes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108065533633125698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108065533633125698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108065533633125698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108065533633125698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/irritadissimo-nivel-de-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108057133095448698</id><published>2004-03-29T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Top Five Heroes" do vegetarianismo-Morrissey, (ex) vocalista dos Smiths - Deixei o "ex" entre parenteses porque nos CDs que tenho em casa ele é o vocalista e para mim, sempre vai ser - convenceu muita gente com seu jeito sincero de cantar 'Meat is Murder'.-Moby, o careca zen, transformou alguns pirados por música eletrônica e estasy em comedores de alface.-Gandhi, segurou a bronca na índia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108057133095448698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108057133095448698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108057133095448698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108057133095448698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/top-five-heroes-do-vegetarianismo.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108057130868049646</id><published>2004-03-29T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.962-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aproveitando...Cantor Morrissey proíbe venda de carne em show na Inglaterrahttp://musica.uol.com.br/ultnot/2004/03/25/ult89u4753.jhtm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108057130868049646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108057130868049646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108057130868049646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108057130868049646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/aproveitando.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108022206581835497</id><published>2004-03-25T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoy the SilenceAcordei ouvindo "Enjoy the Silence" do Depeche na MTV. Hoje tem especial depeche no Madame Satã. Tá certo, vou ficar quieto, entendi o recado.Eu acredito que os músicos falam comigo, já contei isso? Uma vez, na frente do prédio de alguém que gostava muito, estava em dúvida, dentro do meu carro, se ia ou voltava, se subia as escadas de volta ou ia para minha casa. Então o Paul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108022206581835497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108022206581835497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022206581835497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022206581835497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/enjoy-silence-acordei-ouvindo-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108022161601050323</id><published>2004-03-25T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.973-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PixiesNa Segunda-feira os ingressos extras para o show dos Pixies em curitiba terminaram em 20 minutos e eu não consegui comprar. No mercado livre -cambistas on line- estão vendendo ingressos por R$ 1800 reais, no way. O amigo do amigo me deu o MSN de uma mina, que roga a lenda, tem um ingresso extra. Até agora a mina não deu as caras no msn. Render-se nunca, retroceder jamé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108022161601050323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108022161601050323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022161601050323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022161601050323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/pixies-na-segunda-feira-os-ingressos.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108022136126538098</id><published>2004-03-25T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life with Morrissey"My Life with Morrissey" é um novo e badalado documentário que fala de uma fã que pira, acha que o Mozz não é gay (tá, tá, assexuado) e está apaixonado por ela, então ela se prepara para casar com ele. -Nota do Editor desse blog: Depois eu que tenho que tomar remédio-.O filme é dirigido por Andrew Overtoom, que por coincidência também é o diretor do desenho "Bob Espoja".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108022136126538098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108022136126538098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022136126538098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108022136126538098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-life-with-morrissey-my-life-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108021954456283351</id><published>2004-03-25T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já que o assunto é terrorismo"If it's not lovethen it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bombthat will bring us together"Morrissey (Smiths, sempre eles) em "Ask"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108021954456283351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108021954456283351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108021954456283351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108021954456283351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/ja-que-o-assunto-e-terrorismo-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-108015263740696142</id><published>2004-03-24T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.984-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigo imaginárioRecado do Frank para Wandi darko...WAKE UP!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/108015263740696142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=108015263740696142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108015263740696142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/108015263740696142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/amigo-imaginario-recado-do-frank-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107998217504259837</id><published>2004-03-22T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.989-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aversão . [Do lat. aversione.] S. f. 1. Ódio, rancor. 2. Antipatia, repugnância, repulsa: "Embora deteste que o classifiquem assim, .... pela sua aversão ao patriotismo literário, .... tornou-se [Arturo Farinelli] um magistral cultor dos estudos de literatura comparada" (Agripino Grieco, Estrangeiros, p. 290). Sim, todos, qualquer um, exceto você...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107998217504259837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=107998217504259837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107998217504259837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107998217504259837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/aversao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107972478791340587</id><published>2004-03-19T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:53.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seria Jesus um Rock Star?Cabeludo, arrastava multidões, levantava os mortos, botava apelido nos apóstulos e tranformava água em vinho. Esse cara é legal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107972478791340587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=107972478791340587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107972478791340587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107972478791340587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/seria-jesus-um-rock-star-cabeludo.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107970484501561145</id><published>2004-03-19T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:54.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duelo de Titãs (Saudades dos Amigos)Ontem assisti "Duelo de Titãs", é um filme com a batida história que fala de um treinador rigoroso vencendo o racismo para fazer um time de futebol americano ser campeão da liga estadual escolar. O filme tinha tudo para me fazer dormir, SE não fosse a saudade.Na época da faculdade, treinei pela liga atlética no time de futebol de salão da escola. Isso me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107970484501561145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=107970484501561145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107970484501561145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107970484501561145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/duelo-de-titas-saudades-dos-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107970273579783031</id><published>2004-03-19T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:54.004-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Detesto Sol!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107970273579783031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=107970273579783031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107970273579783031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107970273579783031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/detesto-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107945640314048714</id><published>2004-03-16T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:43:54.008-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lembra da época que usávamos rodinhas?Atestados falsos, autotransfusão de sangue, uso deliberado de drogas indetectáveis e métodos escusos para burlar os controles. Essa é a rotina dos ciclistas.Philippe Gaumont, atleta profissional da Cofidis, na folha de São Paulo de hoje.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107945640314048714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225580&amp;postID=107945640314048714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107945640314048714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107945640314048714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/2004/03/lembra-da-epoca-que-usavamos-rodinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107945509790354068</id><published>2004-03-16T13:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:40:39.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BMX Panterapara quem diz que falta mulher pelada e sobra bicicleta na minha vida, rs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107945509790354068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107945509790354068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107945509790354068'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107944830065527070</id><published>2004-03-16T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:47:22.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora ninguém segura os VirginianosViu o novo planeta, viu, viu, viu..."Para astrologia, planetóide pode ser regente "verdadeiro" de Virgem"http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ciencia/ult306u11324.shtml</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107944830065527070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107944830065527070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107944830065527070'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107938051875571845</id><published>2004-03-15T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:58:57.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outros fatos do niver da Vi-"Cuida do Sr. W", diz Sr. L.-"Eu não tenho filho desse tamanho", responde a adorável Srta. M.aqui...http://vibrandao.fotoblog.uol.com.br/photo20040315140151.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107938051875571845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107938051875571845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107938051875571845'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107937010950808984</id><published>2004-03-15T14:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:04:10.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo ciclista vira teimoso ou todo teimoso vira ciclista?A 3a. etapa foi embaixo de uma tempestade que congelava os ossos. A água fria descia do céu e eu não sentia mais as minhas mãos. A comida caia dos meus dedos e eu não conseguia agarrar a caramanhola. Minhas pernas começaram a inchar e ficar rôxas. Eu insisti contra a dor insuportável, quase com hipotermia, jogando meu corpo além do seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107937010950808984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107937010950808984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107937010950808984'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107937006912106222</id><published>2004-03-15T14:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:03:31.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse blog não tem foto de mulher peladasó de magrela bem cuidadaReparou no adesivo "United States Postal Service"? Sim, é a bike do Cowboy. Só de ver o adesivo já tem adversário tremendo, para passar "basta" você pedalar mais de 183 vezes por minuto e seu coração pulsar em 33bmp no repouso. Fácil... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107937006912106222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107937006912106222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107937006912106222'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107935999502635034</id><published>2004-03-15T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:15:36.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grandes Momentos da Festa da ViOs nomes verdadeiros foram trocados para preservar a identidade dos presepeiros. Se alguma pessoa, física e/ou jurídica, de direito público ou privado, eventualmente sentir-se ofendida, desabonada, agredida, desfavorecida, humilhada, injustiçada, censurada ou enojada por quaisquer comentários, opiniões, idéias, propostas, posições ou imagens aqui veiculadas/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107935999502635034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107935999502635034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107935999502635034'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107912274060888454</id><published>2004-03-12T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T17:21:18.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pixies no Brasil (não, não estou inventando)Show único no Brasil, no dia 8 de maio. Em Curitiba. Curitiba Pop Festival 2004Quando: 7 e 8 de maio em Curitiba, PRlocal: Ópera de Arameingressos: começam a ser vendidos segunda na internet, a partir das 14h, no site www.curitibapopfestival.com. Postos de venda serão abertos em Curitiba somente em abril.Quanto: R$ 80 para o sábado (Pixies), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107912274060888454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107912274060888454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107912274060888454'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107911852823506791</id><published>2004-03-12T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T16:11:06.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotos de trilhasMorungaba, eu com a mesma mochila vermelha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107911852823506791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911852823506791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911852823506791'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107911306457387505</id><published>2004-03-12T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T14:40:02.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falando em SiouxQuando adolescente, ouvi o Capital tocando "O Passageiro" e achei demais, então alguém me mostrou um K7 com Sioux brincando de cover e tocando "The Passenger", bem... nunca mais chamei o Capital Inicial de banda.Depois, quando a idade certa chegou, ouvi no original o mestre Iggy Pop. A guitarra distorcida e a voz de bêbado mandando "I ride through the city's backside" com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107911306457387505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911306457387505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911306457387505'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107911214053254254</id><published>2004-03-12T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T14:24:38.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siouxsie &amp; The BasheesOntem morreu o guitarrista do Siouxsie &amp; The Bashees. Como forma de lembrança, hoje ouvi "Happy House" cinco vezes. Até o final do dia escuto mais umas dez. Porra, meus heróis estão morrendo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107911214053254254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911214053254254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911214053254254'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107911172414082032</id><published>2004-03-12T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T14:17:42.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Virgem, eu?"Diretor da Globo, separado e com dois filhos, vive namoro secreto com Sandy"http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/ult90u42319.shtmlEssa foi coisa do demo. Tenho que dar o braço a torcer, o cara (o demo, no caso) tem um senso de humor incrível.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107911172414082032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911172414082032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107911172414082032'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107903938989355903</id><published>2004-03-11T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:12:07.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smiths é remédio para tristezaA rede BBC realizou uma pesquisa onde os entrevistados apontaram a música "I Know It´s Over", dos britânicos do grupo The Smiths, como a melhor música para combater a tristeza (!!!).A pesquisa é parte de um estudo para traçar vínculos entre a saúde mental e a música. Milhares de entrevistados escolheram 20 músicas que "salvaram suas vidas", alguns sons da lista:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107903938989355903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107903938989355903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107903938989355903'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107902759750861576</id><published>2004-03-11T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T14:55:34.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marco Aurélio"da vida humana, a duração é um ponto; a substância, fluida; a sensação, apagada; a composição de todo o corpo, putrescível; a alma, inquieta; a sorte, imprevisível; a fama, incerta".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107902759750861576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107902759750861576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107902759750861576'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107877448122519534</id><published>2004-03-08T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:35:32.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Et Dieu... créa la femmeParabéns para todas as mulheres pelo seu dia - e que todos os dias sejam seus -. Aprendi muitas coisas com vocês, obrigado.Brigitte Bardot em Et Dieu... créa la femme (e Deus Criou a Mulher) de 1957.Ela não é linda?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107877448122519534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107877448122519534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107877448122519534'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107852113484316702</id><published>2004-03-05T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T18:18:03.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O caminho eu mesmo façoEu (mochila vermelha) e o César "caçando" a trilha perdida em Santa Bárbara do Oeste</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107852113484316702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107852113484316702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107852113484316702'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107849764959172854</id><published>2004-03-05T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:43:00.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para questionar o amor (ou a ausência dele)No mundo de carasLuana Piovani dispensa o atual, Rico Mansur. Beija seu ex, Paulo Vilhena e deixa o sambódromo com Rodrigo Hilber. Tudo isso na mesma noite.Hey, yaOutkast é a banda mais tocada atualmente nos EUA, prega que o amor é efêmero como tudo na vida, não é para sempre. Então, já que é inevitável, vamos nos divertir (entenda, "galinhar"). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107849764959172854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849764959172854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849764959172854'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107849685245437150</id><published>2004-03-05T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:29:43.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pensando sobre minha carreira</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107849685245437150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849685245437150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849685245437150'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107849524734253955</id><published>2004-03-05T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:02:58.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B. B. KingO velho vem para Sampa, vai tocar no Bourbon, essa é a notícia boa. A má é que o ingresso vai custar só R$ 500,00 Reais. E depois dizem que para a felicidade, nenhum dinheiro é necessesário. Sei, sei.Em tempo, tenho uma bicicleta que se chama Lucy, copiei a idéia do King, que chama sua famosa guitarra de Lucille. Segundo o velho, precisamos dar nomes de mulheres para os objetos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107849524734253955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849524734253955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107849524734253955'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107842550706365743</id><published>2004-03-04T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:40:36.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sessão descarregoDomingo a idéia era fazer um pedal leve, levar uns amigos para trilha e tal, nada de pegar pesado.Sei lá, na ida o pessoal ficou cansado mas tudo bem, só o Okama caiu e arrancou um bife do dedo, na volta a Miru caiu e bateu o joelho, começou a operação resgate, no fim ela teve que colocar gesso no joelhinho. =(A Sandra me falou hoje que na segunda sentiu dores nas costas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107842550706365743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107842550706365743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107842550706365743'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107842346535867843</id><published>2004-03-04T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:06:35.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neuras</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107842346535867843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107842346535867843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107842346535867843'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107841028849032529</id><published>2004-03-04T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:27:43.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oye Como VaFica quieto Morrisey, velho amigo. Chega mais Santana.Oye como vaMe ritmoBueno pa gozarMulattaHoje eu estou MUY feliz!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107841028849032529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107841028849032529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107841028849032529'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107833204699615698</id><published>2004-03-03T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T13:42:55.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não tenho mais o tempo que passou"A vida é o que está acontecendo com você, enquanto você está ocupado fazendo outros planos"Sam Shepard, no livro "Grande Sonho do Céu"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107833204699615698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107833204699615698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107833204699615698'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107832354288046784</id><published>2004-03-03T11:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:21:11.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIRGEM (23 ago. a 22 set.) Com o Sol em Peixes, os parceiros tornam-se mais importantes em sua vida. Seja porque deles dependem suas empreitadas, seja porque você quer mais companhia. E não serve qualquer uma! Tem de ser alguém que o inspire. Isso provoca hoje graves e profundos pensamentos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107832354288046784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107832354288046784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107832354288046784'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107824784589283060</id><published>2004-03-02T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:19:33.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minha vida Coca-colauma carreira, filhos.Carro novo, namorada bonita.um terno impecável, um sorriso branco.Sempre Coca-cola.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107824784589283060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107824784589283060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107824784589283060'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107823999188147836</id><published>2004-03-02T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T12:08:40.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguns posts deletadosCaldo de galinha e post deletado não faz mal a ninguém.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107823999188147836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107823999188147836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107823999188147836'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107823274870835067</id><published>2004-03-02T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:07:56.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu sei(...)Feche a porta do seu quartoPorque se toca o telefone pode ser alguémCom quem você quer falarPor horas e horas e horasA noite acabou, talvez tenhamos que fugir sem vocêMas não, não vá agora, quero honras e promessasLembranças e históriasSomos pássaro novo longe do ninhoEu seiSabe aquela pessoa com quem te dá vontade de falar por horas e horas e horas?Lembranças e histórias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107823274870835067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107823274870835067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107823274870835067'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-10781677622000783</id><published>2004-03-01T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:14:41.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto isso no livro dos ProvérbiosA alma farta despreza o mel. À alma faminta, o amargo torna-se doce.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/10781677622000783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/10781677622000783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/10781677622000783'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107791747450063322</id><published>2004-02-27T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:35:17.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>King of the MountainRichard Virenque, "Rei da Montanha" em 2003, 1.79mt, 65k.No ciclismo o uniforme de bolinhas vermelhas é um desejo de todo escalador. SOMENTE o rei da montanha tem o direito de usar o uniforme de bolinhas vermelhas, se outro ciclista usar um uniforme branco de bolinhas vermelhas, sem ser o rei da montanha, é automaticamente desclassificado da competição. Quem usa esta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107791747450063322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791747450063322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791747450063322'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107791585706746545</id><published>2004-02-27T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:07:18.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 MELHORES DO CICLISMO (traduzido da revista gringa bicycling)#26 - Subidas.Bobos mortais que somos. Como Ícaro subimos em direção ao Sol, não com asas de cera mas com esperança e atitutde. Nós nunca chegamos lá, nem mesmo perto. Apesar de que de vez em quando damos sorte e sentimos o cheiro das nuvens. É a nossa arrogância que nos faz subir montanhas? Curiosidade? Porque nos faz sentir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107791585706746545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791585706746545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791585706746545'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107791085048157455</id><published>2004-02-27T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:52:14.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSN FotoDetesto minhas fotos, todas elas inclusive. Logo uso fotos dos meus conselheiros para ilustrar o campo de foto do MSN. Hoje o Tiago me manda..."Ow, o cara ta fazendo um boquete?" (a foto era do vocalista do Joy Division em seus ataques epiléticos, quase engolindo o microfone)no mesmo dia a Miru pergunta:"Ow, não tem uma foto menos sugestiva não?"Bem, desisti da foto do Ian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107791085048157455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791085048157455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107791085048157455'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107789245800131227</id><published>2004-02-27T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:36:43.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fazê-lo confuso é a natureza do meu jogo"What's been puzzling you is the nature of my game"Jagger em algum momento cantando sua simpatia ao Diabo. E o Diabo não é tão feio quanto pintam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107789245800131227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107789245800131227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107789245800131227'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107789165844256402</id><published>2004-02-27T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:35:09.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interpretação de textosEstou com dificuldades na interpretação de textos dos blogs alheios (tá tá tá, menti, não aguento, eu li. Quero saber dela, e quem quiser vir aqui me dar porrada por isso, tudo bem, mereço e não vou reagir).Será que um dia tudo vai ser simples? Eu gosto de coisas simples, me fascinam.Já que o assunto é música que amamos...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107789165844256402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107789165844256402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107789165844256402'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107771892413140976</id><published>2004-02-25T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:24:06.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pedal sob chuva forteAcordo ontem com TESÃO de pedalar. Pós-feriado, começo da tarde, vou dar uma esticadinha até Mairiporã. Calça, meia, sapatilha, jersey, bandana, capacete, luvas e óculos. Pronto!. Chego na porta da garagem e KABBBRRRUUMMM, despenca a chuva.Como não sou ciclista de papel, subo na bike e vamos que vamos, pedala, pedala, pedala. É água de todo lado, quero um limpador de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107771892413140976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107771892413140976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107771892413140976'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107771791281818633</id><published>2004-02-25T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:07:14.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E o Carnaval?-Sucesso Parcial!-Sucesso Parcial? Como assim?-A diferença entre Sucesso Absoluto e Sucesso Parcial é se há alguém para cuidar da sua gripe na quarta-feira de cinzas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107771791281818633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107771791281818633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107771791281818633'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107713778884589506</id><published>2004-02-18T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:58:23.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boa subida PirataPantani e Lance Armstrong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107713778884589506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107713778884589506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107713778884589506'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107713771131664237</id><published>2004-02-18T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:57:06.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A montanhaCocaína, tranquilizantes e dez caixas de diferentes anti-depressivos encontradas no seu quarto de hotel, quarto que permaneceu por seis dias antes do seu fim. No último dia, ligou para o restaurante da esquina, pediu um omelete, o proprietário não cobrou a conta e resolveu levar pessoalmente a entrega. "Ele estava cansado, com cara de alguém que havia chorado", revelou posteriormente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107713771131664237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107713771131664237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107713771131664237'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107711600612253207</id><published>2004-02-18T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:55:20.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O declínio do império americano"Os Estados Unidos estão muito conscientes de que dentro de 40 ou 50 anos terão dois concorrentes que vão se apresentar no cenário mundial como aspirantes ao domínio mundial ou, pelo menos, a compartilhar esse domínio. Serão eles a China e a Índia"Saramago cutucando a onçaa democracia é uma "piada"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107711600612253207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107711600612253207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107711600612253207'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107711558645251682</id><published>2004-02-18T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:49:13.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto os motoristas nos atropelam por aqui...Operadora dá bicleta com kit viva-voz para celular na HolandaAMSTERDÃ (Reuters) - A operadora de telefonia celular Orange anunciou na terça-feira que vai oferecer bicicletas equipadas com kits viva-voz para ciclistas que se tornarem clientes da empresa na Holanda, país com mais bicicletas que habitantes.(...)Mais de 1,2 milhão de holandeses, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107711558645251682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107711558645251682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107711558645251682'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107704700810508300</id><published>2004-02-17T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:47:52.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vai fazer algo sexta?Só vou se der barato</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107704700810508300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107704700810508300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107704700810508300'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107703991196698280</id><published>2004-02-17T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:49:06.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DomingoOlha eu ai, no fim do pelotão, pegando a roda do "hermano Luiz".E ai "Professor", será que vai chover? Ninguém é de papel, vamos pedalar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107703991196698280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107703991196698280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107703991196698280'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107702820417029171</id><published>2004-02-17T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T11:33:24.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vamos falar sobre EducaçãoMEC propõe isenção de imposto em troca de vaga em faculdadesAqui, para assinantes do UOLTarso fazendo a lição de casa, muito bem ministro. Para quem, como eu, é apaixonado pela possibilidade de dar educação para todo o povo, não importa se alegam que o ministério estaria comprando vagas nas universidades privadas, queremos ver os alunos nas escolas.O próximo passo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107702820417029171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107702820417029171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107702820417029171'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107696632424737194</id><published>2004-02-16T18:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:20:37.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciclistas vs. AcasalamentoSábado os amigos do meu prédio me chamaram para balada, era o velho esquema casalzinho e sobrava uma, ai que eu entrava, minha tarefa era empatar o jogo para evitar constrangimentos. Eu não conhecia a guria mas optei por ficar em casa, no outro dia eu tinha que acordar seis da matina para pedalar. É a milésima quinta vez na vida que troco uma garota pelo pelotão. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107696632424737194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107696632424737194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107696632424737194'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107696631065671220</id><published>2004-02-16T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:20:23.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deus me abençoeNo-mesmo-sábado-sem-fim, meu pai estava se divertindo jogando uma partida de dominó com os velhinhos do meu prédio, então aproveitando minha inutilidade  (vide post anterior), resolvi fazer a boa ação de ir pegar minha mãe na igreja para deixar o velho em paz.O bom de ter uma fé bastante questionável é que se torna possível estacionar em qualquer lugar, você não acredita em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107696631065671220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107696631065671220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107696631065671220'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107669323034226262</id><published>2004-02-13T15:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:29:00.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na série 50 MELHORES COISAS DO CICLISMO (Revista Bicycling)item #11 - AromasCheiro de mato, aslfato, lama de chuva recente, pneus novos e até de um gole de Gatorade no meio do pelotão.falando em pedal...E domingo, como todo domingo, tem trilha!8 horas alinhar na casa do chefe, em Mairipa. Vamos pela Represa, subidão do Lello, single do Topo do Morro.Stop and go no bar da Rita Costela, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107669323034226262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107669323034226262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107669323034226262'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107667628892586610</id><published>2004-02-13T10:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:56:25.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexta-Feira TrezeE nada de visitar o campo de abóboras heim... isso faz mal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107667628892586610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667628892586610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667628892586610'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107667608303035558</id><published>2004-02-13T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:43:12.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto isso num consultório não muito longe daliConsegui convencer minha analista que diante da atual condição humana o sofrimento do homem tem um peso maior que a felicidade. Como resposta ela resolveu aumentar o valor da consulta. Para esse tipo de maluco (Doido Depressivo Pensante Ativo) tem taxa extra, vai te foder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107667608303035558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667608303035558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667608303035558'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107667572366564635</id><published>2004-02-13T10:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:37:13.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será?É impressão minha ou o amor é uma coisa complicada demais para dar certo? Cedo ou tarde isso vai dar merda, anota ai.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107667572366564635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667572366564635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667572366564635'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107667564134527814</id><published>2004-02-13T10:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:35:50.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje foi o dia em que a Barbie deu uma bica no KenBarbie e Ken rompem relacionamento (noticiário da France Presse)Depois de 43 anos, Barbie  e seu namorado Ken romperam o relacionamento. O anuncio foi feito ontem por Russell Arons, vp de marketing da Mattel, fabricante dos bonecos. Parodiando os discursos de porta vozes de casais famosos, assegurou que os dois "permanecem bons amigos". A '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107667564134527814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667564134527814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107667564134527814'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107659273804553373</id><published>2004-02-12T11:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:55:59.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já tomou seu leitinho hoje?Desisti temporariamente da idéia de deitar e esperar a morte chegar. Levantei e fui tomar um leitinho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107659273804553373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107659273804553373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107659273804553373'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225580.post-107658767226764015</id><published>2004-02-12T10:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:09:41.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O aniquilamento da vontade Hoje, após mais uma noite de poucas horas arrastado pela insônia, acordei e não fui capaz de me mover, inútil. Inútil como ontem e na ante véspera, inútil. Mas desta vez, diferente do costume, não estava desesperado para tentar mudar a situação. Queria ficar simplesmente deitado. A falta de esperança e a incapacidade de compreender (e ser compreendido) entraram em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porai.blogspot.com/feeds/107658767226764015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107658767226764015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225580/posts/default/107658767226764015'/><author><name>Wandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925364773107248923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
