<?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-41137073470591002</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:14:34.534-02:00</updated><category term='varinhas'/><category term='boring'/><category term='falta de vergonha em compartilhar'/><category term='cu'/><category term='asinhas'/><category term='u'/><category term='cultura inglesa da cidade jardim'/><category term='isolation'/><category term='coroinhas'/><category term='douche bag'/><category term='random'/><category term='fuckin licenciatura'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='filth'/><category term='exagero glitter drag queen'/><category term='moron'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'>my brain's off the hook...hanging in the hall</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-4084781986579819449</id><published>2010-12-13T23:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:49:25.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra responder</title><content type='html'>1. Eu tenho medo e curiosidade de et. Mas muito mais medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eu sou viciada em chocolate. De verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Eu tenho blog, vlog, facebook, twitter, skype, msn, e..." esqueço de usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eu não acredito em frutas cristalizadas. Eu tenho ódio da cereja de chuchu, mas ao marrasquino eu encaro (e frutas secas tb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eu sempre sonho que estou sendo perseguida, me escondendo, fugindo, enfim, sempre sou a vítima de algum acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eu tomo banho antes de deitar na cama e gosto de dormir cheirosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Descobri hoje um programa que quero ver de novo na tv a cabo: o cara se vestia de et e precisava levar um panda de cor de rosa pruma caixa, correndo na direção contraria de uma esteira rolante, fugindo do tanque de farinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4084781986579819449?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/4084781986579819449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=4084781986579819449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4084781986579819449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4084781986579819449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-pra-responder.html' title='só pra responder'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3187469009370752906</id><published>2010-07-12T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:30:22.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMO&lt;/span&gt; quando parentes comentam sobre oscilações de peso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3187469009370752906?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3187469009370752906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3187469009370752906' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3187469009370752906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3187469009370752906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/07/amo-quando-parentes-comentam-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-799177797945064553</id><published>2010-06-28T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:25:11.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesses dias de copa do mundo</title><content type='html'>a semana passa a ter uns 5 domingos. E assim não dá porque domingo é dia de comer feito leitoa, dormir tarde, e fazer nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se perde aí, Brasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-799177797945064553?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/799177797945064553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=799177797945064553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/799177797945064553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/799177797945064553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/06/nesses-dias-de-copa-do-mundo.html' title='Nesses dias de copa do mundo'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5490529657125900339</id><published>2010-06-19T15:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:59:28.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>em respeito ao blog</title><content type='html'>que eu decidi criar eu gostaria muito muito muito de escrever mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muita muita muita coisa pra contar, embora não pareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha rotina arruma um jeito de amputar minha vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5490529657125900339?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5490529657125900339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5490529657125900339' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5490529657125900339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5490529657125900339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-respeito-ao-blog.html' title='em respeito ao blog'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5253379971909300248</id><published>2010-05-18T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:27:25.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>resquício da geração que não tinha limites para o uso de substâncias alucinógenas e similares</title><content type='html'>Quem tem hoje cerca de 50 anos nasceu na década de 50 (nao sei contar, oks), logo suponho que tiveram a oportunidade de usufruir dos que os anos 70 ofereceu.&lt;br /&gt;Conheço 3 exemplares:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira é conservadora e vai na igreja, mas é impecável, pele perfeita, voz, postura, corpo, gestos, incrível e nítida. Essa não usufruiu da década.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda bebeu cerveja demais na vida, ganhou umas rugas, perdeu o bom senso, inveja a juventude alheia (infelizmente, pois são tão bonitas quando sabem ser mulheres)e até já agrediu uma menina fisicamente, manipuladora e em constante necessidade de atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terceira é uma mistura das duas. Bailarina, carrega arrogância na voz, quer a atenção de todos, agride com delicadeza.  Não aceita os erros e põe a culpa nos outros. Não sei se posso culpar as drogas, mas não me surpreenderia se ela fumasse crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei foi assustada com a loucura de quem a gente não espera. Porque a gente acha q as mulheres do mundo vão ser tipo o que a nossa mae parece pra gente, mas é mentira,tá//?/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5253379971909300248?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5253379971909300248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5253379971909300248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5253379971909300248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5253379971909300248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/05/resquicio-da-geracao-que-nao-tinha.html' title='resquício da geração que não tinha limites para o uso de substâncias alucinógenas e similares'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-207240063359602657</id><published>2010-04-30T18:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:31:55.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i was very crazy to taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nacional.com.br/images/produto/542381_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nacional.com.br/images/produto/542381_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui fã do Alpino, sempre achei um chocolate pedante. Ele é menorzinho que os outros da caixa, não vem repetido e tem uma embalagem dourada, fora que tem esse nome ridículo, porque nem a ilustraçãozinha da embalagem lembra chocolate do alpes, apesar de toda sua propaganda enganosa e um componente oculto que o faz ter um gostinho diferente dos outros ao leite. Despite todo esse meu desprezo pelo bombom (ou toda a caixa) da nestle, chocolate é que nem pizza (ou seria outra coisa?), que até quando é ruim é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, um dia eu estava andando por aí e resolvi que queria comprar o Alpino de beber, porque Nescau não é novidade e Neston já bebi demais na vida quando vinha numa caixinha. Eu estava com uma curiosidade quase intensa pra saber como seria o gosto dele líquido, até que hoje encontrei nesse blog http://comacomosolhos.com/alpino-fast (link nao funcionou) que o Alpino de beber não contém chocolate Alpino!!! hã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestle tá ganhando no ranking da propaganda enganosa! Podiam ter dado o nome da bebida de Nescau II, Nescau turbo, essas coisas que são até benvindas. Agora vou é continuar no toddynho, que aliás poderia ser transformado em chocolate sólido, hein? Empresa do toddynho, faz esse favor???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-207240063359602657?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/207240063359602657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=207240063359602657' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/207240063359602657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/207240063359602657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-very-crazy-to-taste.html' title='i was very crazy to taste'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-2454300186941703693</id><published>2010-04-22T22:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:55:10.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>abdução alienígena ou sonambulismo humano</title><content type='html'>Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei o que foi, mas eu juro que já acordei com essa mancha roxa no rosto! Sei que parece um chupão, ou mais até um beliscão, mas surgiu enquanto eu dormia! Acho que você não vai rir da minha cara quando eu te disser que acho que foi obra dos alienígenas, que pode ter me abduzido durante o sono. Pode ter sido uma arainha que passou e me deixou, como é que você diz... um cobreiro? Pode ter sido um ataque de sonambulismo, uma auto-agressão noturna...! Mas mãe, já tem quatro dias inteiros e agora vou conviver com ela como sou obrigada a conviver com minhas pintas do rosto? E se for fatal? Já pensei nisso hoje a tarde, já me deu vontade de chorar trancada no banheiro e começar a fazer tudo que eu quero antes de morrer, mas não vou me precipitar, tá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desespero meu fez falar com você, aí você passou uma pomadinha e disse que ia se alastrar pelo meu corpo. Amor de mãe é isso aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2454300186941703693?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2454300186941703693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2454300186941703693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2454300186941703693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2454300186941703693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/04/abducao-alienigena-ou-sonambulismo_22.html' title='abdução alienígena ou sonambulismo humano'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6812860160216212889</id><published>2010-04-17T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:01:23.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>santa mãe das drogas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vi o placebo tocar ao vivonnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi espiritual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6812860160216212889?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6812860160216212889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6812860160216212889' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6812860160216212889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6812860160216212889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/04/santa-mae-das-drogas-eu-vi-o-placebo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8517233154927351828</id><published>2010-04-15T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:22:02.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho</title><content type='html'>se eu fosse rica já teria largado essa m$@#! de faculdade e teria aprendido todas essas línguas viajando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8517233154927351828?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8517233154927351828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8517233154927351828' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8517233154927351828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8517233154927351828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonho.html' title='sonho'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3015554625069899847</id><published>2010-04-09T10:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:48:36.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é melhor ser triste ou ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te falo que felicidade tem sido vestir o mesmo pijama dias seguidos, comer e ver tv. O resto foi ilusão. Não sei se era melhor ser feliz ou se era só mais confortável (o que me trazia menos complicações, logo menos tristeza = maior possibilidade de ser feliz), mas a felicidade me deixava mais improdutiva, apesar da capacidade incrível de receber informações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ser triste é melhor? Lembra uma vez que a gente teve uma conversa que a tristeza movia a gente? Nos dias em que a gente acorda triste, a gente pensa em se dedicar à qualquer coisa pra distrair, a gente sai do automático. Hoje mesmo eu acordei, me maquiei e passei dois batons diferentes para criar uma novar cor! E não uso batom de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3015554625069899847?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3015554625069899847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3015554625069899847' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3015554625069899847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3015554625069899847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-melhor-ser-triste-ou-ser-feliz-te.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-4604146394836496585</id><published>2010-03-30T23:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:37:05.956-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de vergonha em compartilhar'/><title type='text'>fiquei incrível</title><content type='html'>amazing a rapidez, eficiencia e dedicação na elaboração de uma parodia para a musica do ace of base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada disso na hora de estudar pra escola.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP, 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joMfVFAK5Qc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joMfVFAK5Qc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4604146394836496585?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/4604146394836496585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=4604146394836496585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4604146394836496585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4604146394836496585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-woke-up-late-in-morning-light.html' title='fiquei incrível'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8827719282944830548</id><published>2010-03-25T16:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:28:22.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>idiotices daqui</title><content type='html'>Ainda não tenho o material necessário pra aula por que 1. é caro, 2. não tive tempo ($$) de xerocar, 3. a próxima lição é sobre cores, qual a vantagem de ter xerox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo isso em mente, pedi pra olhar o livro do coleguinha. O coleguinha parece estar numa situação similar, já que carrega o livro da biblioteca. Só que o coleguinha maldito acha que o livro da biblioteca é dele, porque resolveu todos os exercícios no livro e ainda fez anotações! Que vontade de dar um tapão no sujeito! É tão fácil pensar que tem outras pessoas que vão precisar fazer o mesmo exercício! Até eu pensei nisso!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava indo tomar água, depois, no bebedouro. A mulher na minha frene pôs a boquinha dela naquela saída que se usa &lt;strong&gt;para encher garrafas.&lt;/strong&gt; A gente acha que aquilo pode ser uma possibilidade de não ter contato com restos de saliva contaminados com gripe suína, mas vem uma imbecil e coloca toda a saliva DELA num bebedouro público, deixando TODOS OS OUTROS usuários sem escolha!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada, jemte, por mostrar como vocês realmente são.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8827719282944830548?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8827719282944830548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8827719282944830548' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8827719282944830548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8827719282944830548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/idiotices-daqui.html' title='idiotices daqui'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-612387994381720977</id><published>2010-03-12T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:22:31.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai, nem</title><content type='html'>hoje na hora do almoço, a C. que vende bombom estava na cantina andando por todos os lados com as trufas de chocolates. Eu que assisti ao sucesso da distribuição de bombons quis um também, claro. Ainda pensei que poderia ser contida: " é uma trufa, mas não preciso dela agora porque acabei de almoçar", por isso guardei na bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à tarde fui pro cabral devido a alguns pedidos e tirei o bombom da bolsa, mas ele tinha derretido. Nisso, um sujeito do meu lado disse &lt;strong&gt;"BOMBOM!"&lt;/strong&gt; e eu: "sim, mas é meu". Guardei de volta na bolsa pra comer antes da aula à noite pra ter um momento de felicidade na sexta à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando voltei pro campus vi que meu bombom tinha sido ABDUZIDO (vai saber). &lt;br /&gt;não é possível, foi tanto olho gordo assim? por queeeeeeee???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas planejei uma vingança, só não sei ainda se compro uma barra de lindor amargo ou se faço brigadeiro de leite condensado light com cacau, que é bom tambem, tá aliens de trufas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-612387994381720977?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/612387994381720977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=612387994381720977' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/612387994381720977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/612387994381720977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/ai-nem.html' title='ai, nem'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-6101204228898586412</id><published>2010-03-09T13:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:35:08.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>morta de susto</title><content type='html'>Estou com medo de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde a morte da I. e do P. em janeiro eu estou &lt;strong&gt;muito&lt;/strong&gt; assustada. Fiquei em choque e nervosa: uma menina que nem eu morreu porque resolveu viajar nas férias. Porra, ela tava só viajando nas férias! Fiquei imaginando que eu seria a próxima, afinal as pessoas mais improváveis estão morrendo por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a B. veio pra BH pela última vez contei isso pra ela e um tempo depois, ela morreu. Fiquei com ódio da vida e com mais medo ainda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou com medo de viver porque pra eu morrer, preciso viver.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que se aproveitar a vida, se cultivar esse espírito de fazer as coisas, sair, encontrar os amigos, me sentir satisfeita com isso, já não vai ter mais o que fazer no mundo, aí vai chegar a minha hora e eu não quero morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de que tudo que eu faço vá se relacionar com a minha morte, medo de pesquisar certo tema, medo de não fazer exercício, medo de ter planos, medo de ter medo, medo de pensar, só medo o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou inclusive com medo de publicar este post. Talvez apague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6101204228898586412?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6101204228898586412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6101204228898586412' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6101204228898586412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6101204228898586412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/morta-de-susto.html' title='morta de susto'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-593589271932085950</id><published>2010-03-01T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:03:20.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>inveja da winona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesuperficial.com/images/2006/03/winona-ryder-towed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.thesuperficial.com/images/2006/03/winona-ryder-towed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o P. disse não lembro porque a Winona Ryder é a mulher mais bonita da história do cinema.&lt;br /&gt;E lá fui eu comentar: nuuuuuuuuuuuunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ele rebateu com o decente argumento: você está com inveja.&lt;br /&gt;(quis dizer que sou mais feia que ela, mas ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Winona é bonita também. Mas não é a mais bonita da história porque não acho que seja e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que a conversa me fez pensar que eu tenho inveja de algumas pessoas/coisas, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admito, afinal ao que tudo indica sou humana (será?), e cultivo esses sentimentos tidos como ruins. Invejo o emprego ótchymo de um, o dinheiro de outro, o dolce far niente de uns 2, o corpo de umas 15, a inteligência de uns tantos.... às vezes fico mal mesmo, não me conformo e desejo tudo de mau com u pra pessoa. DESEJOOOO MESMOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/5085/DevilSmirk_1216790963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 432px;" src="http://images.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/5085/DevilSmirk_1216790963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maaaaas&lt;br /&gt;há um lado bom, não me odeiem!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inveja é um sentimento inicial (às vezes dura um pouquinho). Um pouco depois eu passo a sentir admiração pelos atributos das pessoas. Pensei numa lógica pra isso: se eu tenho inveja é porque atraiu minha atenção. Se tomou minha atenção deve ser bom. Logo o sentimento dito "ruim" se torna uma coisa boa, vira admiração. Não precisa virar BFF, já que não tenho carinho por todo mundo, aí seria demais né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1Rm_LHD8bI/SFZxOJCZQMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-VTQ5bfyz3k/s320/Little+angel+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1Rm_LHD8bI/SFZxOJCZQMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-VTQ5bfyz3k/s320/Little+angel+01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. que raiva da elba ramalho cantando cajuína sorrindo!!!!!!!!!!11one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-593589271932085950?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1Rm_LHD8bI/SFZxOJCZQMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-VTQ5bfyz3k/s72-c/Little+angel+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-575423607755475963</id><published>2010-03-01T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:30:05.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>são 8 da noite, mas pra mim parece que são 8 da manhã do dia seguinte e não dormi ainda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-575423607755475963?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/575423607755475963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=575423607755475963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/575423607755475963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/575423607755475963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/sao-8-da-noite-mas-pra-mim-parece-que.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6028141405634570615</id><published>2010-03-01T20:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:29:02.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vou pintar as unhas da mão de cinza e as do pé de vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else could I worry about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6028141405634570615?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6028141405634570615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6028141405634570615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6028141405634570615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6028141405634570615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/03/vou-pintar-as-unhas-da-mao-de-cinza-e.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7579756079820530856</id><published>2010-02-26T15:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:51:13.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quebraram a bonequinha</title><content type='html'>nenhum de nós entendeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que dor, bonequinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7579756079820530856?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7579756079820530856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7579756079820530856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7579756079820530856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7579756079820530856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/02/quebraram-bonequinha.html' title='quebraram a bonequinha'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6821226415236544121</id><published>2010-02-16T11:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:01:31.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>redoma de apatia</title><content type='html'>daí ja nem sei mais se é vontade de chorar, dormir ou morrer mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;(nenhuma das três concretizadas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6821226415236544121?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6821226415236544121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6821226415236544121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6821226415236544121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6821226415236544121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/02/redoma-de-apatia.html' title='redoma de apatia'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5191551823184391413</id><published>2010-02-07T16:09:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:50:31.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amargura</title><content type='html'>mas sabe o que é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que desde sempre eu tenho essas muitas expectativas (e a maioria das pessoas que conheço também têm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô esperando num arco de rosas enluarado há 23 anos e alguns meses e não quero deixar minhas flores morrerem, entende?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5191551823184391413?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5191551823184391413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5191551823184391413' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5191551823184391413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5191551823184391413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/02/amargura.html' title='amargura'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-8725993724547179370</id><published>2010-02-02T14:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:06:20.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vó,</title><content type='html'>a senhora tava certa quando falou que eu precisava cuidar dos nervos, mas se esqueceu de dizer como.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8725993724547179370?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8725993724547179370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8725993724547179370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8725993724547179370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8725993724547179370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/02/vo.html' title='vó,'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3476076922784866199</id><published>2010-02-02T14:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:05:30.408-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agora virou moda ser introspectivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ouvir-se a si mesmo e ficar comovido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3476076922784866199?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3476076922784866199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3476076922784866199' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3476076922784866199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3476076922784866199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/02/agora-virou-moda-ser-introspectivo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8461764270166844727</id><published>2010-01-27T23:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:36:22.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr House</title><content type='html'>O ator que faz o dr House é bonito e charmoso, nao?&lt;br /&gt;Agora, deixando de lado o encanto dele, será que os casos da série são verossímeis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.blog.edelight.de/us-serien/dr-house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 542px;" src="http://images.blog.edelight.de/us-serien/dr-house1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;na maioria das vezes esqueço que vida não é ficção e fiquei matutando : será que é possível ter tantos pacientes com casos top cabulosos? Seria possível sim, mas será que seria possível ter uma concentração de habitantes num determinado raio de distância que apresentassem tantas bizarrices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, né. A vida, apesar do que parece, é mais simples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8461764270166844727?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8461764270166844727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8461764270166844727' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8461764270166844727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8461764270166844727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-house.html' title='Dr House'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7270035488090110990</id><published>2010-01-25T15:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:31:40.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'>blá</title><content type='html'>blábláblá blá blá blá blá blá!&lt;br /&gt;blá blá, bláblá.&lt;br /&gt;blábláblábláblábláblábláblábláblá.&lt;br /&gt;bláblábláblábláblábláblá...&lt;br /&gt;blá blá blá, blábláblábláblá, bláblá blá&lt;br /&gt;bláblábláblá, blábláblábláblá bláblá.&lt;br /&gt;blá bláblábláblá blábláblá:&lt;br /&gt;blábláblá!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bláblá??&lt;br /&gt;bláblábláblá.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7270035488090110990?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7270035488090110990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7270035488090110990' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7270035488090110990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7270035488090110990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/01/bla.html' title='blá'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-733788323896536545</id><published>2010-01-22T20:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:57:18.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ansiedade</title><content type='html'>um dos efeitos ruins da pílula é saber o dia que vc fica mentruada (mais ou menos também, as vezes varia)&lt;br /&gt;é só insuportavelmente chato vc viver sabendo que ela vai chegar e vc só pode esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-733788323896536545?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/733788323896536545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=733788323896536545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/733788323896536545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/733788323896536545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2010/01/ansiedade.html' title='ansiedade'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6368873211819423480</id><published>2009-12-15T19:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:30:24.918-02:00</updated><title type='text'>quinze de dezembro</title><content type='html'>dia de dilemas cu com fritas, e uma noite linda e fria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6368873211819423480?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6368873211819423480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6368873211819423480' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6368873211819423480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6368873211819423480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/12/quinze-de-dezembro.html' title='quinze de dezembro'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-798750997879748931</id><published>2009-12-02T22:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:47:41.687-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mãe, catando carrapato: esses carrapatos são iguais aos chineses pros cachorros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iguais ao chineses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mãe: sanguesugas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mãe: os chineses ficam matando as raposinhas. tsc tsc, que b*!@#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-798750997879748931?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/798750997879748931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=798750997879748931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/798750997879748931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/798750997879748931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/12/mae-catando-carrapato-esses-carrapatos.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1864243960307137579</id><published>2009-11-25T00:02:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:14:42.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vai pro céu, tia</title><content type='html'>Você percebia quando eu era criança que eu tinha um pouco de medo de você, porque não sei por que te achava brava? Eu te via pouco, porque vocês moravam longe, na praia.&lt;br /&gt;Isso passou quando eu tinha 7 anos, quando você teve a Ana e ela virou minha boneca preferida e até me xingaram dizendo que ela não era brinquedo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu queria escolher o nome da sua segunda filha, e você fazia cara feia para todos os palpites.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te via no Domingo ainda, quando ia trabalhar com minha mãe e você contava da sua ginástica, da escola das meninas... eu não as via, elas ainda eram minhas bonecas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha um pouco de inveja de como elas eram tratadas porque você o e tio angelo sempre demonstraram amar elas tanto, tanto. E assim eu tinha certeza que se você tinha sido brava, não&lt;br /&gt;seria nunca mais. E não foi...&lt;br /&gt;nunca entendi porque você ficou doente.&lt;br /&gt;Você ficou tão segura nesse tempo. Eu adorava sua cabeça raspada, você ficava parecendo modelo, e o tio angelo te tirava pra dançar e dizia que era apaixonado por você. E ele ainda tinha muitosmuitos planos, e até eu achava que teria também e eu ficava irritada quando alguém dizia que tinha pena de você, porque eu não senti pena em momento nenhum, nunca,  e eu sei que você venceu sua luta.&lt;br /&gt;Não fico triste por você, tia. Mas sinto muita dor por quem ficou. Sei que eles se sentem mutilados e eu queria estar lá com eles, mas eu mesma não agüento.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ser tão boa, tia.&lt;br /&gt;A gente conversa mais depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1864243960307137579?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1864243960307137579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1864243960307137579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1864243960307137579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1864243960307137579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-pro-ceu-tia.html' title='vai pro céu, tia'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5584404499380416604</id><published>2009-11-08T13:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:18:47.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu num guento mais que toda vez que eu durmo minha cabeça pesa mais quando eu acordo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5584404499380416604?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5584404499380416604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5584404499380416604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5584404499380416604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5584404499380416604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-num-guento-mais-que-toda-vez-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-2769240303813334117</id><published>2009-10-31T21:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:00:56.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hebraico</title><content type='html'>agora que estudo hebraico consegui entender uma musica antiga israelense.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei a primeira parte, mas fiquei tão feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eis a tradução:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as praias às vezes sentem saudades do rio&lt;br /&gt;vi uma vez uma praia que o rio tinha abandonado&lt;br /&gt;com o coração quebrado de pedra e areia&lt;br /&gt;e o homem, e o homem&lt;br /&gt;ele às vezes também fica moído e sem forças&lt;br /&gt;exatamente como a praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soa bem melhor em hebraico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2769240303813334117?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2769240303813334117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2769240303813334117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2769240303813334117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2769240303813334117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/10/hebraico.html' title='hebraico'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3140606823326045410</id><published>2009-10-31T00:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:45:05.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'>já esquecia de contar</title><content type='html'>um dia desses anteriores em q eu ja estava de tpm nao resisti ao impulso de fazer compra$$$. Saí da aula correndo pra dar tempo de tudo, peguei o 2004 e fui pro shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu achei sem querer um vestido lindo de rendaaaaaa na c&amp;amp;a q tava em promoção. aí a moça da loja virou pra mim : se fizer cartao ganha dez por cento de desconto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ouvi a palavra DESCONTO? ME DÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando bem moça, nao quero nao, tenho q ir embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas fica pronto na hora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí, eu confesso, caí no golpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então as situações bizarras começaram: me da seu cartao...o rodrigo digita ai os numeors. nao deu? digita de novo... nao deu? digita de novo... nao deu? digita de novo..... nao deu? digit... voce tem outro cartao? digita ai rodrigo... aaaah é claro vc colocou mastercard e era visa, por isso nao dava! Aham... sei..... fala com ela aqui...enquanto isso me dá sua identidadeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no telefone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moça entao me fala onde vc mora, estuda, trabalha.....ufmg??? fica em belo horizonte essa ufmg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe o que é moço, eu mudei de ideia nao quero mais nao, to com pressa.&lt;br /&gt;(nessa hora passa o rabino cortando caminho pela loja e eu com vergonha dele)&lt;br /&gt;deixei o homem no telefone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paguei normal, aí volta a mulher:mas o que aconteceuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to indo embora, vc pode me devolver minha identidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro, vem aqui comigo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pega o elevador obscuro atras de uma parede falsa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seu cartao ja ta ficando pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é, eu nao vou pegar agora, posso pegar minha identidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro, vou olhar la dentro............................. tá imprimindo agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não, moça, eu tenho q ir embora agora, não posso mais ficar. vc pode me dá por favor a minha identidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moça me olha em silencio, da meia volta e vai embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí eu disse pra luisa q ia processar a c&amp;amp;a pq eles nao quiseram me devolver meu documento e eu tava indo embora sem ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela me obrigou a voltar lá e pagar de novo com um desconto e fazer um cancelamento, mas principalmente, ela me impediu de processar a loja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria processar a loja pq minha amiga fernanda processou a oi e ganhou. eu confio nela e minha identidade é um documento muito importante q estava sendo retido por eles contra minha vontade. nao posso mais pagar um pic nic pra gente com o dinheiro do processo :(&lt;div 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contar'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5673423493455948504</id><published>2009-10-31T00:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:31:14.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VOU COMETER UM CRIME</title><content type='html'>to cansada, to com cólica, o vizinho ta tocando sertanejo, comi miojo,  ninguem me entende porque sou uma incompreendida em termos de dondoquices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU SO QUERO UM CAFUNE, PORRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tambem aceito uma bolsa de agua quente, um chazinho e um bombom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5673423493455948504?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5673423493455948504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5673423493455948504' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5673423493455948504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5673423493455948504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/10/vou-cometer-um-crime.html' title='VOU COMETER UM CRIME'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-4952782065942956728</id><published>2009-10-17T00:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:13:49.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>conversa de onibus 352</title><content type='html'>dentro do 5102, depois de tentar adivinhar quem ia descer na newton, arranjei um lugar e abri um texto. Vi que depois o lh tava do meu lado, só que em pé. Ai, dentre outras coisasele disse, já dentro do campus:" voce nao tem medo de descolar sua retina lendo dentro do onibus?" e eu :"ã?"&lt;br /&gt;e ele: "é, tem esse mito"&lt;br /&gt;e eu: "é tipo o mito de colocar o hamster de cabeça pra baixo que os olhos dele saem??"&lt;br /&gt;e ele:" esse nao conheço.... voce ja testou? nao, voce nao faria isso né...."&lt;br /&gt;e eu: " sei la, quando eu era criança eu gostava de congelar formigas"&lt;br /&gt;e ele: "eu gostava de comer formigas.............e quando encontrava meu primo a gente fazia um campeonato..... colocávamos a formiga dentro da agua e SE ELA NAO MORRESSE, ELA ERA DIGNA DE VIVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu ponto chegou, desci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4952782065942956728?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/4952782065942956728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=4952782065942956728' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4952782065942956728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4952782065942956728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversa-de-onibus-352.html' title='conversa de onibus 352'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8395081512556596016</id><published>2009-09-27T00:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:56:21.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>propanoLOL³³³³</title><content type='html'>eu te vejo desfilar... te vejo ludibriar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que estou mesmo é tendo alucinações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que só eu que tenho o dom de ver sua falsidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como é ruim não conseguir confiar na própria certeza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8395081512556596016?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8395081512556596016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8395081512556596016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8395081512556596016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8395081512556596016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/09/propanolol.html' title='propanoLOL³³³³'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5813372704326392505</id><published>2009-09-23T22:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:38:59.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vou morrer de psicopatia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6x9yO8v6g4/R6ZElBPeRtI/AAAAAAAAA80/BZ7v3Bh644E/s400/screaming-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6x9yO8v6g4/R6ZElBPeRtI/AAAAAAAAA80/BZ7v3Bh644E/s400/screaming-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me sinto tão serena e capaz de ser uma mulher superior, não desejando mal às pessoas, só um mal impossível àquelas que incomodam, mas uma determinada situação tem me tirado o juízooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo desde hoje na hora do almoço, hora do SURTO PSICÓTICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SURTO PSICÓTICO pq eu não aceito que outras pessoas existem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu me contar então:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabiana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outras pessoas além de você existem, e se por acaso vc deu sorte, deveria se sentir privilegiada......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não, não foi sorte isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabiana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existem muitas pessoas que não são você, mas há também a possibilidade de prestarem atenção em você e isso vir a ser uma coisa positiva. Tanto pra você quanto pra quem prestou atenção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5813372704326392505?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5813372704326392505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5813372704326392505' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5813372704326392505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5813372704326392505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/09/vou-morrer-de-psicopatia.html' title='vou morrer de psicopatia!'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6x9yO8v6g4/R6ZElBPeRtI/AAAAAAAAA80/BZ7v3Bh644E/s72-c/screaming-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2581119407164996534</id><published>2009-09-19T19:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:09:26.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recebi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; para todos os convites que fiz hoje, quero sair  e falar muito, só não sei se quero ouvir porque sei que estou defasada em todos os assuntos que não me interessam sobre os quais as pessoas falam, quero agir como se não tivesse a minha idade e ganhar um pastel frito dos meninos bonitos da mesa ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e apesar de ter pintado as unhas da mao, eu ainda não tomei banho, meu corpo tá pesado, eu to dislexica, minha pele tá feia, estou indo ao banheiro loucamente, preciso de um sono de beleza e encarar a verdade: não vou conseguir o q eu quero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2581119407164996534?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2581119407164996534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2581119407164996534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2581119407164996534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2581119407164996534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/09/recebi-nao-para-todos-os-convites-que.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7495172097907032127</id><published>2009-09-14T20:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:11:09.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>frescurite aguda</title><content type='html'>eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vivo pensando que se eu morasse na França ia comprar lancome na farmácia, e tomar banho na fonte de agua termal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7495172097907032127?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7495172097907032127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7495172097907032127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7495172097907032127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7495172097907032127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/09/frescurite-aguda.html' title='frescurite aguda'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7044248015276184188</id><published>2009-09-14T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:37:08.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>150 reais + taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mob58.photobucket.com/albums/g273/minkstole13/StripperFuck.jpg?t=1242307189"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 239px;" src="http://mob58.photobucket.com/albums/g273/minkstole13/StripperFuck.jpg?t=1242307189" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camila diz:&lt;br /&gt;3 posicoes uma chupadinha e pronto&lt;br /&gt;Camila diz:&lt;br /&gt;quero ver!&lt;br /&gt;Camila diz:&lt;br /&gt;ops quer dizer 3 tempos verbais&lt;br /&gt;Camila diz:&lt;br /&gt;uma passada de cola e pronto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7044248015276184188?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7044248015276184188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7044248015276184188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7044248015276184188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7044248015276184188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/09/150-reais-taxi.html' title='150 reais + taxi'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6013558748326690605</id><published>2009-08-29T19:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:58:31.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oi, um milhão de coisas</title><content type='html'>é minha vida ou é novela mexicana??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer forma, nao posso reclamar de falta de emoção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6013558748326690605?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6013558748326690605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6013558748326690605' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6013558748326690605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6013558748326690605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/08/oi-um-milhao-de-coisas.html' title='oi, um milhão de coisas'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-3968539184416545888</id><published>2009-08-15T10:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:43:29.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>completely clueless</title><content type='html'>shopping saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um talco cremoso com cheiro de angel é artigo de primeira necessidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tb odeio o site de cosméticos que visito diariamente. Veja só o que o espertinho faz comigo: estou de olho num perfume e fico namorando o tal virtualmente.... e a cada dia que entro no site, um real do preço é diminuído! Que espécie de golpe é esse?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3968539184416545888?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3968539184416545888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3968539184416545888' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3968539184416545888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3968539184416545888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/08/completely-clueless.html' title='completely clueless'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-8476542924310877058</id><published>2009-08-01T14:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:33:36.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mas que brilhante idéia é namorar um artista! Os compromissos artísticos acabam por despertar lados artísticos na parte não-artista também; como uma coleção de cabelos arrancados por ansiedade, ou a criação do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lixo-objeto&lt;/span&gt;, que seria tudo que um dia foi presente, mas em vez de ir pro lixo, virou enfeito de quarto. Também o interesse pela música, desenvolvendo o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acousticexperimentalgrindcore&lt;/span&gt;, e a elaboração de não-rimas amistosas sobre toda a peripécia que cabe a parte não-artista enfrentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8476542924310877058?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8476542924310877058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8476542924310877058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8476542924310877058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8476542924310877058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/08/mas-que-brilhante-ideia-e-namorar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-4322741373676861521</id><published>2009-07-14T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:39:23.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>girl eats ants</title><content type='html'>as formigas estavam no meu cereal, então comi as que foram afogadas no iogurte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4322741373676861521?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/4322741373676861521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=4322741373676861521' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4322741373676861521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/4322741373676861521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-eats-ants.html' title='girl eats ants'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-663703055099084727</id><published>2009-07-03T18:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:25:50.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D. disse ontem à noite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fa, eu fico numa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angústia&lt;/span&gt; de comer tudo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que D. acabou de completar nove anos, será que ele descobriu o que é, ou criou um significado para a palavra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-663703055099084727?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/663703055099084727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=663703055099084727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/663703055099084727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/663703055099084727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6607950999497673091</id><published>2009-06-26T19:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:56:03.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>he kicked the bucket!</title><content type='html'>e eu levei um susto...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ era o homem dos meus sonhos de infância. Eu guardava recortes de revistas e me imaginava casando com ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que meu pai tinha uma cultura de consumir fitas K7. A gente saía todo final de semana para comprar fitas, mas ele só me deixava levar as mais baratas ou em promoção, então eu nunca tinha o disco de lançamento da Xuxa... Num final de semana do início da década de 90, vi na prateleira das promoções uma fita do MJ, o primeiro disco.. corri pro meu pai e ele me deu de presente. Durante muito tempo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off the Wall &lt;/span&gt;foi minha fita favorita - até que, lamentavelmente, troquei-a por um cd do Hanson (eu admito) , também comprado em algum final de semana com o dinheiro do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa agora é que o MJ está tão vivo em mim quanto estava antes, e a morte física dele não me faz ter pena ou querer comemorar toda a obra que ele produziu, como andam fazendo por aí.. só lamento o fato de ele ter sido, assim como tantos são, um incompreendido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6607950999497673091?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6607950999497673091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6607950999497673091' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6607950999497673091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6607950999497673091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-kicked-bucket.html' title='he kicked the bucket!'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3082863959660661193</id><published>2009-06-26T19:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:39:47.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j182/swiftian/072707/angryballerinaschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 375px;" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j182/swiftian/072707/angryballerinaschool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU ODEIO A VACA Q DANÇA COMIGO. NÃO POR ELA SER MELHOR BAILARINA DO QUE EU - PORQUE ELA NÃO É, MAS POR SEMPRE TER UM PALPITE E QUERER MUDAR TUDO, DESDE UM RODOPIO AO FIGURINO E ATÉ A MÚSICA. E VAI TER MAL GOSTO NA CONCHINCHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PROBLEMA É QUE ELA FALA TANTO QUE NÃO TEM ESPAÇO PARA NINGUÉM MAIS FALAR PORQUE ELA DEVE TER UMA NATUREZA DOMINADORA E NÓS NÃO (????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIEI ANTIPATIA AGORA, TUDO NELA ESTÁ ME IRRITANDO: A ESCOVA PROGRESSIVA, O ANEL DE NOIVADO, A PROFISSÃO QUE ELA TEM. E A LINDA MANIA DELA DE SER PORTA VOZ DA TURMA, DIZENDO A OPINIÃO DELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRGHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3082863959660661193?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3082863959660661193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3082863959660661193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3082863959660661193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3082863959660661193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j182/swiftian/072707/th_angryballerinaschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-6619066996132409217</id><published>2009-06-18T22:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:26:55.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>egotrip II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;fabianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;fabiana foliosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alpinegardensociety.net/image_files/show/sizedFabiana%20foliosa%20Cliftonville%20Limelight3707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 588px;" src="http://www.alpinegardensociety.net/image_files/show/sizedFabiana%20foliosa%20Cliftonville%20Limelight3707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;fabiana imbricata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infojardin.com/galeria/data/2382/medium/Fabiana_imbricata_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.infojardin.com/galeria/data/2382/medium/Fabiana_imbricata_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;fabiana imbricata violacea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/144822619_7082c26e4e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/144822619_7082c26e4e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;créditos ao google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6619066996132409217?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6619066996132409217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6619066996132409217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6619066996132409217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6619066996132409217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/egotrip-ii.html' title='egotrip II'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8405970783709316344</id><published>2009-06-18T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:13:36.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lu-í-sa diz:</title><content type='html'>Fabiana é conhecida por ser doce e grudenta como um favo de mel, selvagem e persistente como um arbusto perene, sensível como uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;egotripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8405970783709316344?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8405970783709316344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8405970783709316344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8405970783709316344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8405970783709316344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/lu-i-sa-diz.html' title='lu-í-sa diz:'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-464801517089353930</id><published>2009-06-18T16:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:12:46.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toda vez que não sei como agir (mesmo), quando quero largar minha forma humana, ou quando canso de rolar no chão pela fossa, leio o maldito horóscopo. E quando termino acho perda de tempo e acabo voltando aos poucos a agir normalmente. Mas o de hoje tá estranho, querominhamãe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.personare.com.br/deprecated/gifs/carta_do_dia.gif" /&gt;    &lt;span class="chamada_purple_big"&gt;A Força&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p class="chamada_purple-destaque"&gt;Momento de enfrentar a fera interior&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="txt_pagina" style="padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;Neste momento de sua vida, Fabiana, é o arcano chamado “A Força” que emerge como arcano conselheiro. A idéia que esta carta traduz é a da necessidade, neste momento, de ter controle sobre suas próprias raivas e paixões, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;controlando os instintos mais primitivos&lt;/span&gt; (hã... sexo?). Muitas vezes queremos vencer obstáculos externos, obter vitórias, mas tal coisa só é possível quando controlamos a nós mesmos com a devida firmeza,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; afinal de contas a verdadeira força é aquela que exercemos sobre nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;(conselho jedi?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A despeito de todas as tentações que você terá para &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agir como uma criança mimada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:O), será cobrada de você uma postura adulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conselho:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Procure lidar melhor com a própria raiva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-464801517089353930?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/464801517089353930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=464801517089353930' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/464801517089353930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/464801517089353930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/todas-vez-que-nao-sei-como-agir-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-394022274506184607</id><published>2009-06-15T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:37:16.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>psicopatia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;maníaca obsessiva mode on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leio, releio, procuro, acho, prolongo, reviro, revivo...&lt;br /&gt;recados, resquícios, pistas, pedaços, cheiros, coisas do alheio......medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't get enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-394022274506184607?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/394022274506184607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=394022274506184607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/394022274506184607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/394022274506184607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/psicopatia.html' title='psicopatia'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8685049425633490795</id><published>2009-06-01T19:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:07:08.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ok</title><content type='html'>não acredito em horóscopo, talvez seja ou não coincidência o fato de ser leonina e de ser mimada e querer atenção. Mas tem que ser a atenção que eu quero que me seja dada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando não a tenho, guardo rancor pra sempre, me sinto diminuída e até incapaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem querer chantagear (falando de superego), eu choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/veruca_salt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 332px;" src="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/veruca_salt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTIyMTU1NTM3OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzQxMjg3._V1._SX485_SY262_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8685049425633490795?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8685049425633490795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8685049425633490795' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8685049425633490795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8685049425633490795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title='ok'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2546175984708946455</id><published>2009-05-23T13:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:31:36.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>self-delusion</title><content type='html'>não tenho motivo para escrever.&lt;br /&gt;nem para ser lida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por favor, pare de acessar este blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2546175984708946455?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2546175984708946455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2546175984708946455' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2546175984708946455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2546175984708946455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/self-delusion.html' title='self-delusion'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3945559226523132869</id><published>2009-05-19T21:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:51:17.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>flerte no onibus</title><content type='html'>Estava voltando pra casa à noite, sentanda lendo um texto. No ponto da face entrou um sujeito razoavelmente interessante, cabelo comprido, barba, piercing... quando viu que eu olhei, me olhou de volta e sentou do meu lado. Eu voltei pro meu texto e ele abriu um livro de matemática. Os pontos foram passando, e entrou uma menininha com roupa colorida e alargador. O sujeito virou o pescoço para olhar sem nenhum pudor at all. CRETINO!&lt;br /&gt;Dissipou nosso flerte inocente.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nonsense no onibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro sujeito começou a batucar no banco da frente, atrapalhando minha concentração. Ele tinha um caixinha de trufas de chocolate, e comeu a última, depois jogou a caixinha fora na lixeira do ônibus. Eu devo ter feito uma cara estranha pq ele tambem me olhou, mas dessa vez se mudou pro banco de trás. O celular dele tocou e ele atendeu: "alô, charmosa" com a voz mais imbecil do mundo. E a conversa foi: "que isso, meu amor... voltei do trabalho agora.... claro que é verdade, que bobagem, nem vou discutir...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa alheia no onibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversar, ainda mais no celular, é coisa que evito fazer em público. Mas a tal menininha da roupa colorida não. Já sei que o pai dela tá dormindo na casa da avó, que ele disse que ia pagar o tênis dela, mas não foi pegar as prestações, que ela vai pro canadá alugar um apartamento com as amigas no fim do ano, que o avô tá fazendo manha e que a paula teve que emprestar o cartão pra ela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presente útil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha tia-avó das trevas que mora em outro estado resolveu este ano me presentear 3 meses antes do meu aniversário. Mandou um perfume, segundo ela deve ser chique, edição limitada. Era tudoam que eu precisava!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3945559226523132869?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3945559226523132869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3945559226523132869' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3945559226523132869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3945559226523132869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/flerte-no-onibus.html' title='flerte no onibus'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-170768484264770093</id><published>2009-05-18T20:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:05:57.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/ShHyX8eAXBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6gfzfa1zVMw/s1600-h/killer14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/ShHyX8eAXBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6gfzfa1zVMw/s400/killer14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337313526593641490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/ShHxbwDl5kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1tCWXhsPedc/s1600-h/estilista4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-170768484264770093?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/170768484264770093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=170768484264770093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/170768484264770093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/170768484264770093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-muito-bom.html' title='aline!'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/ShHyX8eAXBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6gfzfa1zVMw/s72-c/killer14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2669229847072998447</id><published>2009-05-17T19:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:32:10.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>compras</title><content type='html'>comprei.&lt;br /&gt;comprei um sorvete de pizza, um temaki de sucrilhos, outras coisas tipo uma caixa de grampos, mas a melhor compra mesmo foi minha garrafa de agua perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webluxo.com.br/menu/comer/perrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.webluxo.com.br/menu/comer/perrier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu odeio água com gás, mas sempre achava a garrafa tão bonita, que resolvi tê-la. tá na geladeira ainda, porque não consigo tomar O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a festa que não era esperada foi outro evento que de fato marcou o final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;eu coloquei pijama e me infiltrei no meio, registrando momentos nos quais as pessoas perdiam o superego!&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando nas personalidades múltiplas que elas têm e na expressão adolescente tardia, ou minha velhice precoce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2669229847072998447?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2669229847072998447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2669229847072998447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2669229847072998447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2669229847072998447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/compras.html' title='compras'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1764056013809721795</id><published>2009-05-14T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:54:41.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>papai noel</title><content type='html'>estou sendo boazinha e no dia das crianças quero trocar de corpo com a Violet Valentine, amén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Sgy9Gpl3DoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YqTkZiTkq54/s1600-h/Violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Sgy9Gpl3DoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YqTkZiTkq54/s400/Violet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335847580468711042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1764056013809721795?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1764056013809721795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1764056013809721795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1764056013809721795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1764056013809721795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/papai-noel.html' title='papai noel'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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/_K1blVEztUJs/Sgy9Gpl3DoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YqTkZiTkq54/s72-c/Violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-6436412468179952289</id><published>2009-05-14T14:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:43:50.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/SgxXyxdwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k8sg6Sgy62E/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335736188310407602" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/SgxXyxdwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k8sg6Sgy62E/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel so mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes acho que não posso ter opinião, porque minha opinião é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não há certo e errado, mas como nunca aceitam ela, eu fico pensando que não dá pra ter ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6436412468179952289?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6436412468179952289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6436412468179952289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6436412468179952289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6436412468179952289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-and-sad.html' title='happy and sad'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/SgxXyxdwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k8sg6Sgy62E/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-6821392593705554829</id><published>2009-05-13T22:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:05:14.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sendo eu</title><content type='html'>onde acho bachianas #5 sem aquela maldita cantilena?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6821392593705554829?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6821392593705554829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6821392593705554829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6821392593705554829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6821392593705554829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/sendo-eu.html' title='sendo eu'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6303732356891100386</id><published>2009-05-08T09:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:00:58.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sabe quando você quer dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME LARGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em caps lock vermelho negrito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6303732356891100386?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6303732356891100386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6303732356891100386' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6303732356891100386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6303732356891100386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabe-quando-voce-quer-dizer.html' title='sabe quando você quer dizer'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-807936597144485413</id><published>2009-05-08T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:55:18.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>grafico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OQAAAHsEUb9HCnD_r4G6TOyHhO6sCopN7QJ4wIqc1-TQgH3pKb8nYlI_EabpuXxfh_jNL2iYvCfPdVWXxJn13MdMHawAm1T1UMb0FcX59UALz5xeE8O0iuG9zJtP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 427px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OQAAAHsEUb9HCnD_r4G6TOyHhO6sCopN7QJ4wIqc1-TQgH3pKb8nYlI_EabpuXxfh_jNL2iYvCfPdVWXxJn13MdMHawAm1T1UMb0FcX59UALz5xeE8O0iuG9zJtP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-807936597144485413?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/807936597144485413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=807936597144485413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/807936597144485413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/807936597144485413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='grafico'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-208393269412024105</id><published>2009-05-07T22:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:21:59.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estimados leitores assíduos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devo compartilhar com os senhores e senhoras, uma dúvida que me atormenta desde ontem: passar fome ou deixar de tirar as sapatilhas do armário? é uma escolha cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que eu fiz foi fazer um diário. Até agora só tem uma página. E é um diário mesmo, não é um caderno de bobagens, tem tantas asneiras escritas quanto, mas o propósito é outro. Quando eu morrer, talvez vocês queiram ter acesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um beijo, tchau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-208393269412024105?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/208393269412024105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=208393269412024105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/208393269412024105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/208393269412024105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/estimados-leitores-assiduos-devo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1523746595009181063</id><published>2009-05-04T18:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:57:16.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero ser Paris Hilton na vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://persistentillusion.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/paris-hilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 1200px;" src="http://persistentillusion.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/paris-hilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que tenho sido saber ser! Tenho 22 anos e nada na cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Eu até tentei mudar o curso da história. Terminei o terceiro ano mais ou menos, fiz vestibular, entrei na faculdade e fui (ou estou indo) até o fim!&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não mudou meu instinto P. Hilton, que consiste em explorar meu pai e escolher entre base mate ou semi mate de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sentindo falta de qualquer coisa. Daí, nessa investigação pelo recalque que me oprime, resolvi fazer qualquer coisa. É claro que essa felicidade não é grátis, custa MUITO caro, e por isso, já enxergo zilhões de empecilhos e me questiono se seria a decisão mais sensata. Talvez eu deva me forçar um pouquinho a ir além nisso, senão vai ser mais ou menos como quando eu era mais nova e gostava de escrever peças de teatro, até que a minha única amiga q topava ensaiar comigo parou de topar. Eu deveria ter seguido sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero outra desculpa pra frustração do vazio, se posso distrair dele um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse BISCARDI, K., 2007, aceite a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1523746595009181063?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1523746595009181063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1523746595009181063' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1523746595009181063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1523746595009181063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-quero-ser-paris-hilton-na-vida.html' title='Não quero ser Paris Hilton na vida!'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7208693567013697495</id><published>2009-04-25T20:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:27:47.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, no</title><content type='html'>minha vó ligou agora pra dar a notícia: "a mãe do seu amiguinho da escola morreu agora há pouco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macabro e desconexo. mas meu amiguinho do jardim de infância continua vivo. As memórias são boas, ele me fazia ter medo de alienígenas, o que ainda tenho, já as memórias da mãe dele, não são tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7208693567013697495?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7208693567013697495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7208693567013697495' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7208693567013697495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7208693567013697495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-no.html' title='oh, no'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3798394841901310140</id><published>2009-04-25T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:14:08.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blergh</title><content type='html'>Sugar diz:&lt;br /&gt;sua negação faz parte do seu charme tb&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo diz:&lt;br /&gt;meu charme só funciona na internet&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo diz:&lt;br /&gt;e o seu, tá funcionando sem os poderes extra de loira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchau, autoestima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3798394841901310140?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3798394841901310140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3798394841901310140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3798394841901310140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3798394841901310140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/blergh.html' title='blergh'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6569423100427614313</id><published>2009-04-25T15:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:07:45.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me wants</title><content type='html'>* ser fluente em russo&lt;br /&gt;* tocar violino no telhado&lt;br /&gt;* montanhas de verdade&lt;br /&gt;* sopa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6569423100427614313?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6569423100427614313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6569423100427614313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6569423100427614313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6569423100427614313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-wants.html' title='me wants'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7838718482051390086</id><published>2009-04-24T09:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:59:11.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagabunda&lt;/span&gt; é o termo brasileiro usado para a mulher que se faz de santa, de ingênua, mas que no fundo é assim por safadeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas características variam de acordo com o grau de safadeza (chama-se vagabundice) e o quanto você conhece a mulher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Mina Vagabunda - Adolescente na qual você encontra na balada sóbria, que fica dando encima de qualquer favelado/maloqueiro, que nos dias anteriores os seus amigos já "deram carona para ela"...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Garota Vagabunda - Aquela que dá encima de você, mesmo sabendo que está comprometido com outra, afim de provocar ciúmes e brigas entre você e sua mina (com bastante existência dessa espécie em época escolar);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Amiga Vagabunda - Junção de todas as outras vagabundices mencionadas, é a aquela sua "amiga" que vive te usando pra carona, que você já foi buscar por ela estar bêbada na balada e te liga 5 horas da manhã (claro, você com intenções de sexo à parte). Também pode ser aquela que se faz de sua amiga, que só sabe reclamar da vida, não trabalha porque "não acha emprego", novela da Globo e Funk Carioca é cultura para ela. (esqueceram de mencionar trance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Vagabunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo seria diferente se as vagabundas assumissem seus postos, em vez de tentarem dizer: olha como na verdade sou bonita, meiga e não tenho culpa se você me quer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7838718482051390086?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7838718482051390086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7838718482051390086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7838718482051390086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7838718482051390086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/vagabunda-e-o-termo-brasileiro-usado.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1718370507888646147</id><published>2009-04-23T22:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:59:55.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hi de ho!</title><content type='html'>o cd do pc está quebrado, não posso ouvir o que gostaria, então apelei pro youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pena q no meu cd tem muito mais musicas do cab calloway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esnDnIK2v1g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esnDnIK2v1g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1718370507888646147?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1718370507888646147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1718370507888646147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1718370507888646147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1718370507888646147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-blues_23.html' title='hi de ho!'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6825010153289353665</id><published>2009-04-21T21:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:14:27.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>q</title><content type='html'>em israel, ao lado dos chaialim, eu me sentia criança e nós tinhamos a mesma idade.&lt;br /&gt;quando o sagi veio pra cá, isso ficou mais evidente.&lt;br /&gt;ele podia não conhecer coisas tão legais, e ter alguns preconceitos, mas eu sentia a diferença e o tanto que eu parecia boba seguindo minha vidinha.&lt;br /&gt;(contexto: em israel o serviço militar é obrigatório, não importa quem você é, da onde veio, se é heterossexual. Dos 18 aos 21, homens e mulheres passam seus dias uniformizados, visitando a família durante os fins de semana. Enquanto estava em israel conheci soldados - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chailim&lt;/span&gt;, tanto homens quanto mulheres com funções diferentes e histórias também. Conheci atiradores, cozinheiros, combatentes, paraquedistas e motoristas de tanque, entre outros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Se5vB0HGDcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sU5pZOpHGjg/s1600-h/bunker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Se5vB0HGDcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sU5pZOpHGjg/s400/bunker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327317486184828354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(entrada de um antigo bunker na fronteira com a síria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Se5vB-e_pwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E4P_nGWrmuU/s1600-h/latrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Se5vB-e_pwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E4P_nGWrmuU/s400/latrun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327317488969426690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(latrun - um museu de tanques)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto criativa ultimamente. mas essa criatividade é expressa, claro, de forma errada e fútil, como por exemplo, a combinação de sombra amarela com roxa. Além do mais, só tenho me maquiado de forma terapeutica, antes de tomar banho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6825010153289353665?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6825010153289353665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6825010153289353665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6825010153289353665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6825010153289353665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/q.html' title='q'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Se5vB0HGDcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sU5pZOpHGjg/s72-c/bunker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2560310125840524915</id><published>2009-04-17T18:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:58:09.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>god bless the 50's</title><content type='html'>A sintaxe não é minha amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Não aprendi a estudar, nasci pra ser amélia (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dona de casa deveria ganhar salário do governo. é um papel tão fundamental! é a responsabilidade de manter um lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas os lares são coisa do século passado. Lucille Ball is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/CSF/224-043%7EI-Love-Lucy-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/CSF/224-043%7EI-Love-Lucy-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2560310125840524915?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2560310125840524915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2560310125840524915' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2560310125840524915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2560310125840524915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-bless-50s.html' title='god bless the 50&apos;s'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-2507501054649273905</id><published>2009-04-17T18:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:23:45.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>literalmente fed-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;COMI CHOCOLATE E NÃO FIQUEI FELIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu já sabia que o pão com chocolate do pão mofado não era bom. Mas eu quis verificar. Deveria desconfiar porque sempre sobra mais dele do que o sanduíche de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geléia&lt;/span&gt; (que eu tenho comido com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freqüência&lt;/span&gt; x no fim da tarde). Antes de verificar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;efetivamente&lt;/span&gt;, esquentei no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;microondas&lt;/span&gt; por 25 segundos, mas foi tempo demais. E nem derretido ele ficou gostoso, e ainda transbordou um pouquinho; mas não tive vontade de lamber os dedos, nem de economizar nas mordidas p/ durar mais, e olha que eu estou de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tpm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lembrei então do meu plano de relacionamento com chocolate do mês passado. O plano era comprar uma barra de chocolate indubitavelmente excelentemente excepcional (o mais acessível seria o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lindor&lt;/span&gt;? eu queria o da vaquinha explosivo) e comer durante a semana em vez de comer qualquer chocolate que se distancia do paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2507501054649273905?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2507501054649273905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2507501054649273905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2507501054649273905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2507501054649273905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/literalmente-fed-up.html' title='literalmente fed-up'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-2142106797572774026</id><published>2009-04-07T22:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:09:16.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não gosto de ter meu dia interrompido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda nao sei o que eu faço com meu novo cabelo, com uma franja anos 80 picotada com a tesoura da cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o rução falou no pasado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not your friend. I'm your friend. You think people are friends with you, they only hang out with you because you've got pink hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda bem que não mais!!1 &lt;br /&gt;eu não gostaria de ser meu cabelo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2142106797572774026?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2142106797572774026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2142106797572774026' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2142106797572774026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2142106797572774026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-gosto-de-ter-meu-dia-interrompido.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1992431857883496646</id><published>2009-04-06T17:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:59:31.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o dia passa, a semana não passa&lt;br /&gt;quero muito que chegue quarta para eu comer panqueca com charosset na quinta.&lt;br /&gt;MAS NAO CHEGA NUNCA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1992431857883496646?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1992431857883496646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1992431857883496646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1992431857883496646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1992431857883496646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-dia-passa-semana-nao-passa-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-859842776056631916</id><published>2009-04-05T20:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:30:39.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>give me one reason to be beautiful</title><content type='html'>pintei e cortei meu próprio cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of home made disasters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-859842776056631916?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/859842776056631916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=859842776056631916' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/859842776056631916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/859842776056631916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-one-reason-to-be-beautiful.html' title='give me one reason to be beautiful'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7180722061461281991</id><published>2009-04-01T21:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:43:57.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura inglesa da cidade jardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin licenciatura'/><title type='text'>ocorrido</title><content type='html'>Eu não fiz o relatório para entregar amanhã. Será que não vou mais formar?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, não :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal fato se deu por meio da rejeição das escolas que eu visitei.&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas me disse que não tinha vagas para estagiários de língua estrangeira (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;Na outra, a diretora e dona da escola me disse que seria impossível porque teria que ser comunicado ao MEC e qualquer outra desculpa envolvendo CAMBRIDGE (WTF?²)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho a leve impressão de que ela me dispensou por outra razão oculta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estudei na tal escola, e ela me viu, me reconheceu, pegou na minha mão sorrindo. E quando eu disse o motivo da minha ida até lá, depois dessa resposta ridícula, a dona diretora que atende pela alcunha de bia fez o infeliz comentário : "isso não vai te ajudar em letras". Brilhante! Queria gravar, mandar pro jornal, ou pra aula de prática de ensino mesmo(amanhã mencionarei o fato, se é que eu vou continuar na sala, já que eu não fiz o maldito estágio OBRIGATÓRIO). E para finalizar num estilo cinismo-britânico, ela se levantou da cadeira e me disse: "prazer" e eu só agredeci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7180722061461281991?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7180722061461281991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7180722061461281991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7180722061461281991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7180722061461281991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/ocorrido.html' title='ocorrido'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7958334633343311080</id><published>2009-04-01T15:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:14:34.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...mas que medieval</title><content type='html'>eu fico sem reação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vejo as coisas acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;os seres existindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero estar lá não&lt;br /&gt;eu não fico satisfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas me preocupa não saber o q vai ser....me dá angústia e vontade de criar galinha no interior. &lt;br /&gt;me dá vontade de entrar debaixo da cama até morrer de qualquer coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7958334633343311080?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7958334633343311080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7958334633343311080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7958334633343311080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7958334633343311080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-que-medieval.html' title='...mas que medieval'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-8314399306278087614</id><published>2009-03-23T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:31:33.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>autismo</title><content type='html'>tarããã&lt;br /&gt;nananananana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pãpãpãããã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou matar a primeira aula de amanhãããã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pararaããã&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8314399306278087614?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8314399306278087614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8314399306278087614' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8314399306278087614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8314399306278087614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/autismo.html' title='autismo'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3574862578105677394</id><published>2009-03-20T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:47:12.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isolation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3x4HvXTyGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3x4HvXTyGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3574862578105677394?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3574862578105677394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3574862578105677394' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3574862578105677394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3574862578105677394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-5905908010274842919</id><published>2009-03-19T23:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:16:59.281-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douche bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moron'/><title type='text'>will you die, please?</title><content type='html'>i hope you get fucking diarrhea and go to the hospital, but no doctors will save you because you're just too stupid to live, so they'll send you home where you can go fuck yourself till you get your own self contaminated with fucking gonorrhoea and anal aids, and in case you survive, next time i see you in the lift i'm gonna run away to buy disinfectant and clean up your dipshit germs and any other time i see a tupperware you've touched i'm gonna set it on fire and if you cross my way again, i'll just pretend you're a punching bag, and after your failed death i hope you get gingivitis and gum disease till you've got no teeth left in your mouth, and you know, they say that's actually good for cheap hoes and dirty cunts like you, by the way, i hope this will eventually lead to an eye- rape by a chancroidic penis, which will blind you and doom you to be beated up by strangers downtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5905908010274842919?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5905908010274842919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5905908010274842919' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5905908010274842919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5905908010274842919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you-die-please.html' title='will you die, please?'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6168262297176424360</id><published>2009-03-19T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:12:43.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahaha e não é que existe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=22628771"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=22628771&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não tava falando do Johnny Depp , obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6168262297176424360?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6168262297176424360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6168262297176424360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6168262297176424360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6168262297176424360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahahaha-e-nao-e-que-existe-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3423601803096455986</id><published>2009-03-19T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:59:21.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo que eu queria dizer hoje</title><content type='html'>você quer morrer ou quer que eu te mate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3423601803096455986?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3423601803096455986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3423601803096455986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3423601803096455986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3423601803096455986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-que-eu-queria-dizer-hoje.html' title='tudo que eu queria dizer hoje'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1452542697167053605</id><published>2009-03-19T22:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:55:15.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little bit...</title><content type='html'>...Ichabod Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nova comunidade no orkut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1452542697167053605?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1452542697167053605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1452542697167053605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1452542697167053605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1452542697167053605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-little-bit.html' title='I&apos;m a little bit...'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7223356817894506391</id><published>2009-03-15T21:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:47:28.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Silvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Sb2hkrLPozI/AAAAAAAAADk/4oHAmG9qtHg/s1600-h/18-11-07_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Sb2hkrLPozI/AAAAAAAAADk/4oHAmG9qtHg/s400/18-11-07_1938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313580786804302642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui visitá-la outra vez. Não sei se ela sente falta ou sente alívio. As memórias, apesar de cansativas, conseguem ser agradáveis. Atrás da porta da cozinha ela pendurou um presente que trouxe da minha viagem - que ela, por sua vez, me deu de presente. O azulejo é antigo, assim como a cortina e quase tudo que se encontra lá. A mesa está posta com pão, geléia, queijo e jornais. Ao lado, estão pregadas contas a serem pagas, e embaixo delas, tem um vaso com água e flores, que na maioria das vezes são rosas. Seu cabelo loiro, ressecado e escovado está preso, ela usa um vestido velho, e inquieta procura algo para oferecer à visita. Se senta e dispara a contar com pouco nexo o que se pode contar que é novo - e na verdade é exatamente a ladainha já decorada, só que num dia diferente. O marido aparece e não dá palpite, até que resolve discordar. Daí, ele se levanta, vai assistir o jornal na televisão enquanto ela continua a contar, levando uma xícara transbordando de café até a boca e insiste para que eu coma qualquer coisa. E volta a falar do que eu não canso facilmente de ouvir, o que ela já se esqueceu que eu sei. Mas ela cansa rápido e volta para o computador, sua companhia preferida nos últimos tempos, e eu vasculho vestígios de qualquer coisa pelo enorme apartamento, e acabo encontrando. Folheio os álbuns de foto, do casamento, da lua de mel, do bar mitzvah, da viagem detestável para a Europa (!), vou até a sala, namoro o piano, namoro a vista que dá para as montanhas (montanhas?), dou corda na caixinha de música, abro o guarda roupa para observar seus casacos, frascos de perfume. Ela está lá, não sei se ela se esqueceu ou abstraiu. Ele já dormiu. A empregada diz qualquer coisa, eu concordo, dou tchau e peço para ela trancar a porta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7223356817894506391?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7223356817894506391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7223356817894506391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7223356817894506391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7223356817894506391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/dona-silvia.html' title='Dona Silvia'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1blVEztUJs/Sb2hkrLPozI/AAAAAAAAADk/4oHAmG9qtHg/s72-c/18-11-07_1938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-8040124616939090734</id><published>2009-03-15T15:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:36:14.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>invader zim</title><content type='html'>- Sorry I'm late.... horrible.... nightmare visions&lt;br /&gt;- It's called life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-8040124616939090734?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/8040124616939090734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=8040124616939090734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8040124616939090734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/8040124616939090734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/invader-zim.html' title='invader zim'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-49934453042396388</id><published>2009-03-11T12:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:44:52.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big butts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;You other brothers can't deny&lt;br /&gt;That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist&lt;br /&gt;And a round thing in your face&lt;br /&gt;You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the jeans she's wearing&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked and I can't stop staring&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;And take your picture&lt;br /&gt;My homeboys tried to warn me&lt;br /&gt;But that butt you got makes me so horny&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna get in my Benz?&lt;br /&gt;Well, use me, use me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you ain't that average groupie&lt;br /&gt;I've seen them dancin'&lt;br /&gt;To hell with romancin'&lt;br /&gt;She's sweat, wet,&lt;br /&gt;Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of magazines&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' flat butts are the thing&lt;br /&gt;Take the average black man and ask him that&lt;br /&gt;She gotta pack much back&lt;br /&gt;So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Has your girlfriend got the butt?&lt;/span&gt; (Hell yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)&lt;br /&gt;Shake that healthy butt!&lt;br /&gt;Baby got back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 'em round, and big&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm throwin' a gig&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my scandal&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get you home&lt;br /&gt;And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I ain't talkin' bout Playboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause silicone parts are made for toys&lt;br /&gt;I want 'em real thick and juicy&lt;br /&gt;So find that juicy double&lt;br /&gt;Mix-a-Lot's in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Beggin' for a piece of that bubble&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' at rock videos&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes&lt;br /&gt;You can have them bimbos&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my women like Flo Jo&lt;br /&gt;A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya&lt;br /&gt;I won't cuss or hit ya&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna ****&lt;br /&gt;Till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Baby got it goin' on&lt;br /&gt;A lot of simps won't like this song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather stay and play&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down to get the friction on&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!}&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around!  Stick it out!&lt;br /&gt;Even white boys got to shout&lt;br /&gt;Baby got back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby got back!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'&lt;br /&gt;to do with my selection.  36-24-36?  Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda&lt;br /&gt;But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda&lt;br /&gt;My anaconda don't want none&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've got buns, hun&lt;br /&gt;You can do side bends or sit-ups,&lt;br /&gt;But please don't lose that butt&lt;br /&gt;Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role&lt;br /&gt;And tell you that the butt ain't gold&lt;br /&gt;So they toss it and leave it&lt;br /&gt;And I pull up quick to retrieve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So Cosmo says you're fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I ain't down with that!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your waist is small and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;your curves are kickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'&lt;br /&gt;To the beanpole dames in the magazines:&lt;br /&gt;You ain't it, Miss Thing!&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sister, I can't resist her&lt;br /&gt;Red beans and rice didn't miss her&lt;br /&gt;Some knucklehead tried to dis&lt;br /&gt;'Cause his girls are on my list&lt;br /&gt;He had game but he chose to hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;And I pull up quick to get wit 'em&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if the butt is round,&lt;br /&gt;And you want a triple X throw down,&lt;br /&gt;Dial 1-900-MIXALOT&lt;br /&gt;And kick them nasty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby got back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahhh.... me sinto bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-49934453042396388?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/49934453042396388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=49934453042396388' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/49934453042396388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/49934453042396388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-big-butts-and-i-cannot-lie-you.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3977455286355693225</id><published>2009-03-08T15:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:01:43.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tchau</title><content type='html'>Adeus pegar estrada ouvindo Motorhead&lt;br /&gt;Adeus brincar de cabeleireira&lt;br /&gt;Adeus arrumar o guarda roupa e desistir no meio&lt;br /&gt;Adeus comilanças infinitas&lt;br /&gt;Adeus comida experimental&lt;br /&gt;Adeus para a interpretação dos sonhos insanos que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Adeus para as visitas e brincar com cachorro&lt;br /&gt;Adeus substâncias mágicas, torta-deus, e afins&lt;br /&gt;Adeus discussões de psicologia&lt;br /&gt;Adeus ver filme de madrugada e ficar acordada e você dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Adeus dormir com a outra cachorrinha&lt;br /&gt;Adeus sessões de tatuagem sábado à tarde&lt;br /&gt;Adeus bebedeira na boate gay&lt;br /&gt;Adeus ajudar os bichinhos da sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Adeus fofocar enquanto faço sua unha sem coordenação motora&lt;br /&gt;Adeus para a compreensão de quando quero fazer algo muito absurdo, como ouvir uma música de forró&lt;br /&gt;Adeus para quem me defende mesmo quando eu não mereço&lt;br /&gt;Adeus para a companhia mais doce&lt;br /&gt;Adeus trocar de bolsa&lt;br /&gt;Adeus ter quem me fure e alargue minha orelha&lt;br /&gt;Adeus vegetarianismo coletivo&lt;br /&gt;Adeus bater o carro e sair correndo&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um pedaço de J. p/ mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3977455286355693225?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3977455286355693225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3977455286355693225' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3977455286355693225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3977455286355693225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/tchau.html' title='tchau'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-72639426685600761</id><published>2009-03-06T10:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:27:36.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai, jesus, estou frustrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou que nem criança. Não superei o complexo de édipo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mãe, me dá atenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aulas tem me deixado doom, acho que não sou boa nisso. Quero um curso que discuta roteiros de desenho animado e a última coluna do 02 neurônio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Fora isso, tomar pílula sempre me deixa com a impressão de estar sem controle sobre mim mesma, especialmente sobre as minhas pernas O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também tem o fato de ver o namorado todos os dias e não poder agarrá-lo. E eu me sinto insegura pra caralho, porque sei que tenho muitos defeitos que incomodam a mim tambem. Eu teria que me policiar non-stop se eu quisesse ser tão amavel quanto acho que posso ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-72639426685600761?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/72639426685600761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=72639426685600761' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/72639426685600761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/72639426685600761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-jesus-estou-frustrada.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7661091249396878230</id><published>2009-03-05T19:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:22:44.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alter egos</title><content type='html'>(quando eu lembro, tento não ser corcunda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando conciliar meus alter egos na parte da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fé de que irei fracassar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também tenho a impressão de que estão esperando algo de mim, o que me lembra de ter que estudar o triplo porque tem gente muito mais inteligente do que eu na minha sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também ainda tenho um peso na consciência por fazer a coisa errada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou emagrecer uns 10kg, mudar pra praia e ganhar a vida dançando o funk da piriguete&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou encher a cara. Se alguém quiser vir, está convidado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7661091249396878230?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7661091249396878230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7661091249396878230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7661091249396878230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7661091249396878230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/alter-egos.html' title='alter egos'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-3546634894164539343</id><published>2009-03-04T18:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:32:40.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>back to high school</title><content type='html'>affe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quis por quis fazer uma matéria sobre Romantismo Americano. A sala está lotada (o que me enerva, não suporto tanta gente do meu lado, nãããããão), tenho que entregar um parágrafo besta contendo MINHA OPINIÃO - parece até o que escrevo por aqui - todas as aulas senão perco ponto, tem que fazer rodinha e discutir em grupo e tem que tolerar a diva (vulgo professor) com seus comentários: "oh, blue nails! that's the girl I like"&lt;br /&gt;WTF o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quase dormi na aula e ele gritou "hey, purple hair!"&lt;br /&gt;e eu : "so that's my name now?" &lt;br /&gt;e ele nem direcionou mais a pergunta pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei com a impressão de que os alunos entram nessa, e acabam virando alunos de high school também. Quem dá mais palpites certos, quem escreveu o parágrafo maior, quem viu o filme, quem não precisou de dicionário, quem é imbecil e dá o cu, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver no que dá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-3546634894164539343?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/3546634894164539343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=3546634894164539343' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3546634894164539343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/3546634894164539343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-high-school.html' title='back to high school'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7699528683783570127</id><published>2009-03-04T18:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:18:58.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>helminto</title><content type='html'>Enviadas as mishloach manot, agora devo ocupar a mente com qualquer outra coisa. Nem que eu tenha que meditar pra conseguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7699528683783570127?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7699528683783570127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7699528683783570127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7699528683783570127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7699528683783570127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/helminto.html' title='helminto'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7111741676092171805</id><published>2009-03-04T12:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:27:34.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>and I've come here to confess</title><content type='html'>quando eu quero ajudar alguém ou algo, eu fico comovida e começo a extrapolar tanto que chega a ser pecaminoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7111741676092171805?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7111741676092171805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7111741676092171805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7111741676092171805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7111741676092171805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-ive-come-here-to-confess.html' title='and I&apos;ve come here to confess'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-1283181559957586220</id><published>2009-02-28T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:19:47.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oi, voltei</title><content type='html'>A)&lt;br /&gt;1. Interior: cidade histórica universitária&lt;br /&gt;2. Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;3. granola home made no café da manhã&lt;br /&gt;4. Dancing like no one's watching no "quintal"&lt;br /&gt;5. girar na cadeira giratória e depois fazer parada de mão no murinho&lt;br /&gt;6. aranha de estimação&lt;br /&gt;7. ficar sentada na porta do bar que não abre nunca&lt;br /&gt;8. cachoeria com muita gente não é bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;br /&gt;1. Interior: cidade histórica com festa no terreiro&lt;br /&gt;2. Alfajor de brigadeiro&lt;br /&gt;3. Forró ou frevo ou o tipo de música que era, eu não saberia ao certo&lt;br /&gt;4. dancinha pseudo-libidinosa permitida ao público&lt;br /&gt;5. dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;6. carregar minha mala. a mala é minha mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;7. pegar ônibus e mais ônibus e chegar na chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)&lt;br /&gt;1. Interior: cidade em transição&lt;br /&gt;2. Rever pessoas&lt;br /&gt;3. Correr atrás do carrinho de pipoca, porque eu estava com vontade de comer pipoca&lt;br /&gt;4. tomar sorvete até ficar bêbada de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;5. meditar&lt;br /&gt;6. não ver nenhum filme que tinha planejado&lt;br /&gt;7. comer abacate finalmente&lt;br /&gt;8. não comer a goiaba na qual eu estava de olho&lt;br /&gt;9. ir embora de carona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D)&lt;br /&gt;1. Capital&lt;br /&gt;2. vida&lt;br /&gt;3. sentir saudades&lt;br /&gt;4. adeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-1283181559957586220?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/1283181559957586220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=1283181559957586220' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1283181559957586220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/1283181559957586220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/oi-voltei.html' title='oi, voltei'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-4174554987338426544</id><published>2009-02-17T00:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:25:35.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>pedido numero dois aos padrinhos magicos imaginarios:&lt;br /&gt;desejaria que determinadas pessoas arrumassem confusão comigo pra eu poder dar socos e chutes descontrolados. &lt;br /&gt;tipo sanshou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4174554987338426544?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-5500935444895521375</id><published>2009-02-17T00:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:18:56.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate u and u hate me</title><content type='html'>hate is in my heart (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tenha certeza, se eu não te conheço, eu não gosto de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5500935444895521375?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5500935444895521375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5500935444895521375' title='1 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type='html'>misantropando com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if i don't... who will?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me sinto lésbica.não no sentido sexual da palavra. lésbica de gostar do que é próprio de mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de nada que seja masculino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto da companhia de outras mulheres, da presença, das cores, dos sons, das idéias, dos estereótipos inclusive.... talvez por isso não seja lésbica.&lt;br /&gt;ou será que não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2477227036612412939?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2477227036612412939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2477227036612412939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2477227036612412939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2477227036612412939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-u-and-u-hate-me.html' title='little strange beautiful tear'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-4904562746061226346</id><published>2009-02-15T17:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:48:23.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coroinhas'/><title type='text'>asinhas e varinhas</title><content type='html'>se eu tivesse padrinhos mágicos, desejaria que a vida fosse levada a sério, para minha melancolia fazer sentido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-4904562746061226346?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2073968846568227883</id><published>2009-02-14T17:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:13:20.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje de manhã</title><content type='html'>entendi porque tem gente que prefere fingir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2073968846568227883?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2073968846568227883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2073968846568227883' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2073968846568227883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2073968846568227883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-de-manha.html' title='hoje de manhã'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6695170005049598083</id><published>2009-02-07T21:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:46:00.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary #476</title><content type='html'>fiquei com uma frase na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("vida não é novela")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu me sinto um pouco alheia às criações humanas... falo isso porque acabei de voltar do teatro. E de repente vejo um monte de idéias, de histórias, de cenários, e não sei o que é isso.... nem sei por quê. Deve ser pra distrair. Igual desenhar.... em proporções diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser atriz é tão glamour (no palco). Dá vontade de ser também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6695170005049598083?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6695170005049598083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6695170005049598083' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6695170005049598083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6695170005049598083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary-476.html' title='dear diary #476'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-2070565103204959106</id><published>2009-02-07T21:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:38:52.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate de novo</title><content type='html'>eu comi até que comecei a provar um biquíni e desisti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí comi mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-2070565103204959106?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/2070565103204959106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=2070565103204959106' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2070565103204959106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/2070565103204959106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolate-de-novo.html' title='chocolate de novo'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-6553816314488820935</id><published>2009-02-07T21:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:33:25.183-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu não sendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lembrete:&lt;/span&gt; admitir quando estiver errada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-6553816314488820935?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/6553816314488820935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=6553816314488820935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6553816314488820935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/6553816314488820935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-nao-sendo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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-41137073470591002.post-7472422823232450581</id><published>2009-02-01T17:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:07:58.944-02:00</updated><title type='text'>marie antoinette</title><content type='html'>sou &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tenho pudor, e adoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei dosar e acabo perdendo o controle. E adoro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-7472422823232450581?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/7472422823232450581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=7472422823232450581' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7472422823232450581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/7472422823232450581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/02/marie-antoinette.html' title='marie antoinette'/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41137073470591002.post-5029291538997836347</id><published>2009-01-30T22:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:08:03.353-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sleazy&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;dirty, cheap or not socially acceptable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/41137073470591002-5029291538997836347?l=brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/feeds/5029291538997836347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=41137073470591002&amp;postID=5029291538997836347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5029291538997836347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/41137073470591002/posts/default/5029291538997836347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brain-off-the-hook.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleazy-adjective-dirty-cheap-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866734072343524519</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></feed>
