<?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-37981471</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:45:27.559-07:00</updated><category term='outono'/><category term='férias'/><category term='patinetes'/><title type='text'>Cala Boca Não Morreu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-8696738748907014185</id><published>2009-02-15T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:25:10.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patinetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu sempre achei lindo essas pessoas que não têm nada na vida, que não se importam, que se deixam entrar por um buraco cada vez mais fundo e sem saida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-8696738748907014185?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/8696738748907014185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=8696738748907014185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8696738748907014185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8696738748907014185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-sempre-achei-lindo-essas-pessoas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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-37981471.post-9119624770917710984</id><published>2008-04-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:06:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acho que nós precisamos reformular a idéia do blog ._. ou pelo menos mudar a cor e alegrar os integrantes. porque... convenhamos :**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-9119624770917710984?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/9119624770917710984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=9119624770917710984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/9119624770917710984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/9119624770917710984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2008/04/acho-que-ns-precisamos-reformular-idia.html' title=''/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-8810731179832668027</id><published>2007-12-30T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:54:22.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>terapia:&lt;br /&gt;abra uma página em branco e escreva. mesmo que seja sem rumo. mesmo que seja sem acento, e pontuação. só escreva&lt;br /&gt;confesse tudo a si mesmo, vá escrevendo sem julgamento e sem medo, no final, ler é opcional: tudo já foi dito. now move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-8810731179832668027?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/8810731179832668027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=8810731179832668027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8810731179832668027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8810731179832668027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/12/terapia-abra-uma-pgina-em-branco-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-7011086879941392496</id><published>2007-10-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:13:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um caminhão quebrou na frente do meu prédio. Não sei o que isso tem a ver com nada, com a minha vida ou até mesmo com o que aquilo me fez sentir. Porque não me fez sentir nada. Apenas fiquei lá olhando por uns bons minutos, achei difícil me afastar, voltar pra dentro do apartamento e ir me fechar no quarto com os fones de ouvido alienantes. Senti necessidade de ficar lá, olhando.  Depois de uns minutos a hipnose se foi e não me restou nada. Voltei para dentro do apartamento, de volta para os fones de ouvido alienantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-7011086879941392496?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/7011086879941392496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=7011086879941392496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7011086879941392496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7011086879941392496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-caminho-quebrou-na-frente-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-1593850486923643262</id><published>2007-10-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:27:30.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou o lirismo</title><content type='html'>E as palavras e os significados.&lt;br /&gt;Não és meu, não sou tua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-1593850486923643262?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/1593850486923643262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=1593850486923643262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/1593850486923643262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/1593850486923643262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/acabou-o-lirismo.html' title='Acabou o lirismo'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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-37981471.post-3831996450399657581</id><published>2007-10-11T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:04:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu agora sou um porco preto. prazer em conhecê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=14591640794665240260"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=14591640794665240260&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oinc!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-3831996450399657581?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/3831996450399657581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=3831996450399657581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3831996450399657581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3831996450399657581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-agora-sou-um-porco-preto.html' title=''/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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-37981471.post-3684980280985391404</id><published>2007-10-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:55:10.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, sim! e o orkut? onde foi parar esse? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o melhor é a nossa conversa via blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-3684980280985391404?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/3684980280985391404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=3684980280985391404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3684980280985391404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3684980280985391404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-sim-e-o-orkut-onde-foi-parar-esse-p.html' title=''/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-7799164817701714604</id><published>2007-10-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:37:27.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>passei um bom tempo internado numa clínica de reabilitação para me livrar do vício em drogas pesadíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;mentira.&lt;br /&gt;meu computador quebrou e eu passei séculos (literalmente) pra ajeitar .-.&lt;br /&gt;um misto de letargia com pirangagem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-7799164817701714604?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/7799164817701714604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=7799164817701714604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7799164817701714604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7799164817701714604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/passei-um-bom-tempo-internado-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-3849755198019006269</id><published>2007-10-10T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:49:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e o msn, onde foi parar?&lt;br /&gt;compraste um celular novo? como é, quero conversar contigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-3849755198019006269?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/3849755198019006269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=3849755198019006269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3849755198019006269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3849755198019006269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-o-msn-onde-foi-parar-compraste-um.html' title=''/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-7387203770870928235</id><published>2007-10-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:52:02.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu ando na corda bamba</title><content type='html'>ou algo assim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-7387203770870928235?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/7387203770870928235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=7387203770870928235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7387203770870928235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/7387203770870928235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-ando-na-corda-bamba.html' title='eu ando na corda bamba'/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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-37981471.post-190082614741429899</id><published>2007-10-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:48:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felipe? eu jurava que tinhas morrido ou algo assim! por onde andas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-190082614741429899?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/190082614741429899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=190082614741429899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/190082614741429899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/190082614741429899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/felipe-eu-jurava-que-tinhas-morrido-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-2479515501332527983</id><published>2007-10-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:19:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu acho que</title><content type='html'>já achei um tema legal para a minha monografia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-2479515501332527983?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/2479515501332527983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=2479515501332527983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/2479515501332527983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/2479515501332527983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-acho-que.html' title='eu acho que'/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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-37981471.post-3251651109824825489</id><published>2007-07-02T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:11:35.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUS</title><content type='html'>abandamos isso daqui&lt;br /&gt;e se o fred não voltar (porque o veado do felipe sumiu da vida) eu vou tomar posse disso daqui, confiscar mermo, tá ligado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelangelo uma vez disse que para distinguir as partes boas de uma escultura das partes ruins, você tinha que joga-la de um penhasco. As partes ruins se quebrariam e as partes boas permaneceriam inteiras.&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando a vida faz isso, te joga de um penhasco. E quando você chega no fundo, está apenas com as coisas boas, pois no caminho da queda as ruins se perderam. E essa é a vida mesmo, sempre te jogando de um penhasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everwood, todo dia, na hora do almoço&lt;br /&gt;PAZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-3251651109824825489?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/3251651109824825489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=3251651109824825489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3251651109824825489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/3251651109824825489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/07/deus.html' title='DEUS'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-8562639118442385442</id><published>2007-02-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T07:27:24.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer tá caro</title><content type='html'>O país todo fragilizado com a história do guri que morreu naquele negocio do carro, mas vou te dizer uma coisa, não passa nem 5 segundos e já vão estar juntando umas 5 continhas num barbante e chamar de "pulseira da vida" que nem fizeram com aquele ciclista que teve câncer nas bolas. Mas a pulseirinha dele virou trends, fizeram de tantas cores e com tantos objetivos que até perdeu o sentido, olhava-se pro próprio pulso e pensava: "noss, preciso arranjar uma daquelas azul clarinho que é um lush" em vez de "ajudei o cara a não ficar capado" que acho que era o objetivo principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode perceber, quem ler esse post esta semana vai me achar o suprasumo do asco social, mas quem ler daqui a umas 3 ou 4 semanas, nem vai lembrar do que estou falando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-8562639118442385442?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/8562639118442385442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=8562639118442385442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8562639118442385442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/8562639118442385442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/02/morrer-t-caro.html' title='Morrer tá caro'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116975736310590347</id><published>2007-01-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:36:03.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, vamo atualizar o comunitário? (: já que ninguém atualiza e eu já tinha prometido que ia atualizar, vamos lá! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que sempre me intrigou foi o seguinte pedido, repetido inúúúmeras vezes em filmes infantis com meninas mimadas: "eu quero um pônei!" ¬¬' sim, a imagem de pônei que nós temos é um &lt;em&gt;my little pony&lt;/em&gt;, mas acordemos, poneis não são fofos, muito menos rosas e não tem o cabelo liso como o da barbie (porque essa sim possui um cabelo liso), poneis são feios, chatos, fedem e muito baixos que suas pernas encostam no chão e perde toda a magia de estar em cima de um cavalo ._. &lt;a href="http://www.runninghorseranch.com/images/PONY%20SELL_Ko_Ko.jpg"&gt;ISSO&lt;/a&gt; é um pônei. viu como eles são feios?! não se iludam crianças, pôneis são feios e fedem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116975736310590347?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116975736310590347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116975736310590347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116975736310590347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116975736310590347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-vamo-atualizar-o-comunitrio-j-que.html' title=''/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116847486874344251</id><published>2007-01-10T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:21:08.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARA</title><content type='html'>será que só eu posto aqui?! Animação, rapeizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, não vim fazer um post só pra isso. Sabe, eu tava vendo mtv (deixem pra trás suas mágoas da cicarelli e youtube...) e vi que eles enfim fizeram algo muito interessante: o sexpress. Achei perfeito, com vários temas direcionados para os adolescentes que começaram a sair agora: drogas, sexo, blóblóbló. Enfim: interessante, acho uma boa assistir aquilo (não que eu tenha interesse em drogas, sexo ou blóblóbló) pra se informar mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica a dica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116847486874344251?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116847486874344251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116847486874344251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116847486874344251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116847486874344251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2007/01/cara.html' title='CARA'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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-37981471.post-116650121517366050</id><published>2006-12-18T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:06:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vizi</title><content type='html'>Gente, os nossos ilustres escritores não conseguem nem pensar em material suficiente pra atualizar o blog deles! Imagine esse, que é tipo.. "secundário", os melhores posts sempre vão pros NOSSOS próprios blogs (queremos fama, ibope, vadias...ops, vadias não 8-) ) enfim: esse blog será meio abandonado. Quer dizer, vamo toca real: que idéia a minha! Mas eu sempre quis um blog conjunto, saca? Tipo: eu e meus miguxos postamos coisas divertidas e inusitadas... Mas é um sonho distante. Eu sou muito egoista pressas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116650121517366050?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116650121517366050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116650121517366050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116650121517366050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116650121517366050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/vizi.html' title='Vizi'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116646730277561939</id><published>2006-12-18T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:41:42.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vamo atualizar, vamo?</title><content type='html'>só pra manter o movimento nesse blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O AUMENTO NOS SALÁRIOS DOS GOVERNADORES (eu acho) FOI DE 91%. HAHAHAHA, OLHA SÓ QUE POUQUINHO, SÓ DOBRARAM O SALÁRIO, TSC. AH BIXINHOS, SÃO TÃÃO NECESSITADOS, PRECISAM MESMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocês viram quanto está o cheetos de requeijão? carissímo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116646730277561939?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116646730277561939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116646730277561939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116646730277561939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116646730277561939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/vamo-atualizar-vamo.html' title='vamo atualizar, vamo?'/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116616499548752405</id><published>2006-12-14T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:43:15.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:44 da manhã</title><content type='html'>acordado, triste e me arrependendo de coisas do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora só falta eu ficar gordo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116616499548752405?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116616499548752405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116616499548752405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116616499548752405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116616499548752405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/344-da-manh.html' title='3:44 da manhã'/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116587722677809713</id><published>2006-12-11T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:47:06.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá usanö muito</title><content type='html'>Bom, já que todos os membros já postaram (nossa TODOS, aqueles incontaveis dois ._. ), eu também quero postar. Bom, como o nome do blog já diz, nós somos a favor do "free speech", que cada um tem o direito de falar o que pensar, sem precisar pensar antes de falar, e como dizia Gabriel, o pensador: "Vivemos num lugar onde se diz que se pode falar o que pensa, mas eu não conheço esse lugar. Porque a gente sempre pensa um pouco antes de falar". É, ele tem razão. Na sociedade onde se tem medo de dizer a verdade a gente num pode air por aí dizendo que a tia do colégio é feia, ou que sua professora de piano tem bafo, ou que a bunda da menina que senta a sua frente é muito grande que quase salta de dentro da calça quando ela senta, a gente tem que engolir certas coisas, porque a gente num quer que os outros se sintam maus com besteiras que pensamos. Se bem que de vez em quando é BEM importante falar o que pensamos, porque se não as pessoas não se tocam. Como pessoas que pegam carona conocsco todo dia e nunca nem nos deu um copo d'água e sempre nos atrasa pro compromisso, tem que dizer: EU TE ODEIO, VC É UM SACO, SAI DAQUI, NÃO TE SUPORTO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é minha gente, cala boca não morreu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116587722677809713?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116587722677809713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116587722677809713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587722677809713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587722677809713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/t-usan-muito.html' title='Tá usanö muito'/><author><name>frd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116587645389834867</id><published>2006-12-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:34:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teste</title><content type='html'>(sim, eu ainda faço isso...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116587645389834867?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116587645389834867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116587645389834867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587645389834867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587645389834867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/teste.html' title='teste'/><author><name>felipe galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904517384502027077</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37981471.post-116587412153349268</id><published>2006-12-11T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:55:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro post é meeeeu (6)</title><content type='html'>Contarei a história de forma breve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;deviamos ter um blog em conjunto&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu, tu e felipe&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;é o.o&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;ia ser truação&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;vamo fazer?&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;AHUAHSUAHSU&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;truação?&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;vamo o/&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu tava pensando em calabocajamorreu&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas já existe :/&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;:~&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu levo minhas idéias a sério&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;pera&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;to pensando num nome&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;calabocanaomorreu&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;SHAUISH aham&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;aiyaiuhaoiauhoaiuhaoiuha&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;SSIIIIIIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;auhaoiuahoai&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;vamo? *-*~&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;cria cria *-*~&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;okay okay&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas como convida?&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu sei como é&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;então faz tu&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;preguiça&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;HSUAHSUAHSUAHSUf&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;folgado&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;tá bom?&lt;br /&gt;Fred:&lt;br /&gt;felipe, eu e mariana estavamos filosofando juntos quando pensamos em fazer um blog juntos. Eu você e ela. Que tal?&lt;br /&gt;o blog já tem nome, mas se vc num gostar, pode dizer outro, mais coisas no msn ;*&lt;br /&gt;mariana diz:&lt;br /&gt;qual titulo?&lt;br /&gt;fred. diz:&lt;br /&gt;cala boca não morreu ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37981471-116587412153349268?l=calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/feeds/116587412153349268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37981471&amp;postID=116587412153349268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587412153349268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37981471/posts/default/116587412153349268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calabocanaomorreu.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-primeiro-post-meeeeu-6.html' title='O primeiro post é meeeeu (6)'/><author><name>Maria ia ia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921602248412612272</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
