<?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-4122687</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:30:21.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicho de Asfalto</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu blog.
Entendeu bem?
Meu!
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Tô nem aí...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>404</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-4157694656770748732</id><published>2008-11-03T23:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:43:55.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No bar: você, quatro amigos e duas coadjuvantes.Em um determinado momento, uma coadjuvante grita para o amigo-aniversariante:"Quem nunca fez sexo na sua casa?"Pronto, motivo suficiente para uma série de pseudo-acusações, piadinhas e mea-culpas...Você, com a memória fraca q lhe é peculiar, olha em volta, analisa os quatro amigos e conclui:Se o assunto fosse tennis, você teria um Grand Slam!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4157694656770748732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4157694656770748732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4157694656770748732' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-1984703302037421042</id><published>2008-10-20T22:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:12:45.331-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Você precisa ter mais opinião.- Eu tenho opinião!- ... (inserir aqui carinha de "Oh, really?")- É q a minha opinião é igual a de todo mundo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1984703302037421042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1984703302037421042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1984703302037421042' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-7029257266007559484</id><published>2008-10-03T21:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:14:50.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O q me torna diferente...Um celular no viva voz.Um namorado pseudo-arrependido faz draminhas e declarações de amor após uma crise de ciúme.O happy-hour pára para ouvir a mexicanização.O público resolve interagir:"Depois disso, eu já teria me derretido..."Eu, sem conseguir me segurar:"Eu já teria desligado."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7029257266007559484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7029257266007559484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7029257266007559484' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-1376769020635989967</id><published>2008-09-06T18:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:12:07.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A mãe q a vida me deu:- Hoje começaram as para-olimpíadas de matemática na minha escola.- Não, mãe. As para-olimpíadas é o q vai começar na China. Você quer dizer Olímpíadas de matemática...- Hehehe, você diz isso porq não conhece os alunos da minha escola..................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1376769020635989967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1376769020635989967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1376769020635989967' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-1008759795877205132</id><published>2008-07-24T20:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:41:47.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos de grande sabedoria turbinados por pequenas doses alcoólicas:"Gente, dirigir não leva ninguém a lugar nenhum!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1008759795877205132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1008759795877205132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1008759795877205132' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-5225709079477253262</id><published>2008-07-22T21:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:11:59.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os amigos q a vida me deu, subsection e-mails:Eu: Mas, vem cá, o objetivo é me fazer sentir culturalmente prejudicado? Porq, tipo assim, vai começar a ficar feio se eu continuar repetindo q não conheço os autores q vc cita (...)Ele: não, o objetivo não é te fazer se sentir cultuiralmente prejudicado. é subsidiar o meu plano de guiar a suaaquisição de cultura literária... =) (...) daí a dúvida </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5225709079477253262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5225709079477253262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5225709079477253262' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-7471496319159594605</id><published>2008-07-03T18:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:44:00.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você fez tudo direitinho...Chegou do trabalho e não deixou a preguiça te vencer. Trocou de roupa, pegou o iPod e saiu pra caminhar (porq não tá podendo correr ainda). Voltou uma hora e meia depois, satisfeito e minimamente cansado, e se jogou na barrinha de cereal de 69 calorias. Depois decidiu q você merecia uma segunda barrinha de cereal de 69 calorias, já q tinha caminhado por longos 90 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7471496319159594605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7471496319159594605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7471496319159594605' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-742446122235466079</id><published>2008-06-22T23:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:17:56.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things that freak me out:Pessoas q te chamam de "amor" no primeiro encontro...... e q só vão embora as 4 da tarde do dia seguinte.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/742446122235466079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/742446122235466079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#742446122235466079' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-7702860641322014249</id><published>2008-05-20T20:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:31:17.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho q vou abrir uma série pro meu chefe...- Eu sou o seu João Batista!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7702860641322014249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/7702860641322014249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7702860641322014249' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-4961986373410713061</id><published>2008-05-02T13:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:18:14.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando o seu chefe vira pra vc e diz:- Mas é mesmo muito cara de pau!Isso é uma coisa boa, certo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4961986373410713061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4961986373410713061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4961986373410713061' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-4309839129705961111</id><published>2008-04-06T21:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:02:18.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DescompassoPrimeiro rolou o lance família.Porq ela era ótima, muito apoio, muito amor... mas eu fui embora.Embora em busca de outros ventos, uma outra liberdade.Não sei se a nova realidade era melhor q a antiga, talvez não. Mas era a realidade nova e eu gostava dela. A vida anterior fazia falta? Sim, mas havia muito a viver na vida presente.E assim a família foi se tornando uma coisa distante. Um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4309839129705961111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4309839129705961111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4309839129705961111' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-1630917115906896256</id><published>2008-03-23T23:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:54:19.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diálogos Insólitos...- Não! Não posso...- Por q?- Porq eu sou evangélico!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1630917115906896256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/1630917115906896256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1630917115906896256' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-4490232950130561037</id><published>2008-03-19T23:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:09:16.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Novas séries, novas cenas...- I've decided that I want to rush a fraternity.- No!- Why not- Er... because guys in fraternities are hot and... they have upper bodies. They don't study engineering.[Cara de indignação]- Polymer Science!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4490232950130561037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/4490232950130561037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4490232950130561037' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-3171157444395138448</id><published>2008-02-07T02:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:17:20.748-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do fim do Carnaval...- You're sweaty.- I'm sure it's not the weather.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/3171157444395138448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/3171157444395138448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3171157444395138448' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-6932921418606963940</id><published>2008-02-04T23:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:37:36.817-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carnaval com chuva é o erroAlguns dizem q o problema é a chuva estragar meses de trabalho nos barracões... As plumas ficam desmilingüidas, os brilhos não brilham como deveriam e a água deixa as fantasias muito mais pesadas.Outros dizem q o problema acontece mesmo no carnaval de rua... A água lava a empolgação da galera, deixando atrás de si um rastro de espirros e quase-pneumonias...Eu digo que o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6932921418606963940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6932921418606963940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6932921418606963940' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-27005965549807788</id><published>2008-01-07T17:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:22:19.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da nova série: "Conversando com o Rodrigo..."(porq, definitivamente, o Rodrigo merece uma série só pra ele)- Eu e ele temos a mesma idade.- Mesmo?- É!!! Nós dois pesamos 1,69!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/27005965549807788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/27005965549807788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#27005965549807788' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-6412620600416639919</id><published>2008-01-02T22:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:39:51.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relação Causa-Conseqüência:No Reveillon não houve álcool...... nem beijo de Feliz Ano Novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6412620600416639919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6412620600416639919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6412620600416639919' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-3465799042818939096</id><published>2007-12-30T14:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:06:48.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resolução de Ano NovoE a resolução para 2008 é muito simples: Voltar com o blog."Por quê?", pergunta o leitor inexistente...Simples, porque eu preciso de backup.A minha memória nunca foi muito boa para acontecimentos pessoais...(Eu sempre achei q a minha memória fosse ruim e ponto, mas a Priscila me provou, dia desses, q eu tenho uma quantidade absurda de "Trivia Information" na mente. Ou seja, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/3465799042818939096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/3465799042818939096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3465799042818939096' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-487950330839946389</id><published>2007-10-16T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:13:37.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um blog em desusoAt least for a while...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/487950330839946389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/487950330839946389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#487950330839946389' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-5349588403779789653</id><published>2007-03-06T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:44:16.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SMS no meu celular, às 7:58 (sim, da manhã!)Tah confirmado: vc pode ser meu namorado de graca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5349588403779789653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5349588403779789653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5349588403779789653' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-8828149030347734875</id><published>2007-02-27T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:48:35.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da nova série: "Contos Totalmente Fictícios"- Você se dá melhor com a Ana ou com a Mia?- Com a Ana. Certeza.- Por q? Você não gosta da Mia?- Uhm... Gosto, gosto sim... Ela q não gosta de mim...- Como assim?- Ah, eu já tentei me aproximar... conhecê-la melhor... Não rolou. Ela simplesmente não quer intimidade comigo.- Saquei... O seu lance é só com a Ana mesmo...- Pff! E nem com a Ana tem rolado..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/8828149030347734875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/8828149030347734875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8828149030347734875' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-5002739351773407806</id><published>2007-02-12T20:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:07:28.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo no MSN é dia de contatinho pós Saturday Night...Para quem eu conheci:Você foi embora tão rapidinho q nem deu tempo de a gente ter aquelas conversinhas superficiais q vão gerar assunto no day after...Para quem eu realmente queria ter encontrado:Você não vai conhecer o seu Príncipe Encantado se ficar em casa... A menos q seja o Príncipe da Rapunzel, né?Mas aí você vai ter q, pelo menos, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5002739351773407806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/5002739351773407806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5002739351773407806' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-6027190143932988528</id><published>2007-02-04T20:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:54:09.002-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Música alta, luzes frenéticas e um pouco de álcool na cabeça.Olhares q vem, olhares q vão... Um ou outro sorriso sem graça e tchun!Nada muito unusual...E eis q:- Quantos anos você tem?- 24.- !!!Eu estava aqui pensando em qual palavra usar pra descrever o olhar q eu recebi em resposta à minha resposta. Chocado? Perplexo? Pff!O mais engraçado q não foi um olhar de nojo... Não foi um olhar "Nossa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6027190143932988528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/6027190143932988528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6027190143932988528' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116945657343563252</id><published>2007-01-22T06:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:02:53.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quase um mês sem postar, é?Sim, eu sabia.Vou repetir o q disse na caixinha de comentários da Priscila:Quatro anos de blog, gente! Já ouviram falar de crise criativa?*-*-*Ah, pois sim... O blog fez quatro anos.Dia 18, quinta-feira.Eu sempre esqueço, sempre.Só os elefantes nunca esquecem.E antes com amnésia do q gordo.*-*-*Várias coisas aconteceram e foram quase postadas.Houve, inclusive, um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116945657343563252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116945657343563252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116945657343563252' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116726934748934718</id><published>2006-12-27T23:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:29:07.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série "Os amigos q a vida me deu"...SMS q vai...Consultoria Fashion de Emergência: O q vc acha de uma sunga boxer?SMS q vem...Quanto mais larga a sunga mais definido deve ser o abdômen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116726934748934718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116726934748934718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116726934748934718' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116672586089045143</id><published>2006-12-21T16:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:31:00.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais da série "Frases de Efeito""Não importa o seu cargo, não importa sua função, a partir desse momento você é um petroleiro."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116672586089045143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116672586089045143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116672586089045143' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116611870996213364</id><published>2006-12-14T15:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:51:49.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da nova série: "Frases de Efeito""Você me trata melhor quando tá com desejo..."*-*-*E, respondendo aos clamores da caixinha de comentários:As férias se iniciam, oficialmente, amanhã. Aguardem a volta deste bloggeiro-relapso ao seu habitat natural: As ruas niteroienses, as noites cariocas e a agitada vida social eme-esse-ênica!;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116611870996213364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116611870996213364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116611870996213364' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116463828725109703</id><published>2006-11-27T12:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:38:07.353-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ou isto ou aquilo - Cecília MeirellesOu se tem chuva ou não se tem sol,ou se tem sol ou não se tem chuva!Ou se calça a luva e não se põe o anel,ou se põe o anel e não se calça a luva!Quem sobe nos ares não fica no chão,Quem fica no chão não sobe nos ares.É uma grande pena que não se possaestar ao mesmo tempo em dois lugares!Ou guardo dinheiro e não compro doce,ou compro doce e não guardo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116463828725109703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116463828725109703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116463828725109703' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116423247179603896</id><published>2006-11-22T19:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:54:31.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O mundo não seria tão divertido sem os sagitarianosNão, eu não acredito em signos...Mas, considerando q o meu sagitarianismo tem sido pauta de diversas conversas recentes, uma chamada dessa na primeira página da UOL não tinha como ser evitada.E estava lá, nas últimas palavras do tal "perfil":"Crédulos e ingênuos, costumam se decepcionar com aquele seu melhor amigo que conheceu numa viagem no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116423247179603896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116423247179603896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116423247179603896' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116353877035180483</id><published>2006-11-14T19:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:42.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No meu mailFelipe,Não localizamos o livro "Polyamide Fiber Manufacture" no Brasil, somente no exterior. Valor médio para solicitar por emprestimo: R$200,00.AtenciosamenteVeraBiblioteca Central</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116353877035180483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116353877035180483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116353877035180483' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116326873518224975</id><published>2006-11-11T15:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:12:15.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu nunca fui um cara bonito.Também nem faço a linha "simpático"... É fácil me encontrar de mau-humor e coleciono desafetos por onde passo.Não ando bem vestido por aí (muitas vezes a minha preguiça é maior q o meu senso estético) e aprendi a entrar mudo e sair calado quando não tenho nada de muito útil a dizer. (Difícil aprendizado, mas talvez a maior diferença entre o meninote q chegou a Campinas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116326873518224975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116326873518224975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116326873518224975' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116240546436030646</id><published>2006-11-01T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:25:50.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diálogo:- Mas você trabalha com o q?- Simulação e modelagem de reatores.- Uhm...- Mais especificamente um reator de Nylon.- Reator de Nylon? Mas o q uma coisa tem a ver com a outra?- Ué, tá achando q Nylon dá em árvore? Nylon não é algodão, minha filha! Alguém precisa produzir isso!!!- Ah! É um reator pra fazer Nylon!- Você achou q fosse um reator feito de Nylon?!?- Lógico! Reator de Nylon!Eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116240546436030646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116240546436030646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116240546436030646' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-116164300667411413</id><published>2006-10-23T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:38:12.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Astronauta, você viu a minha ilha por aí?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116164300667411413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/116164300667411413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116164300667411413' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115973048918114435</id><published>2006-10-01T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:18:48.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miss World 2006A minha obsessão bizarra do momento é o chamado "Mundo das Misses". São horas lendo os fóruns, os sites oficiais, os não oficiais... A galera leva tudo muito a sério, xingam as concorrentes, brigam o tempo todo e fazem previsões mil até para o concurso de mais bonita do bairro. É tudo muito divertido e viciante.Para os missólogos de plantão - grupo restrito do qual eu (ainda) não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115973048918114435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115973048918114435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115973048918114435' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115834579909375389</id><published>2006-09-15T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:54:53.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da nova série "Das profundezas da Mailbox...":Janeiro de 2006Eu:bla bla bla bla blabla bla bla bla blabla bla bla bla blaMiss you.De verdade mesmo.F.Ela:Como é que vc me escreve um "Miss You. De verdade mesmo."? A mente neurótica lê e, em vez de focar no "miss you", só enxerga o "de verdade mesmo". Aí, em frações de segundo o cérebro processa e devolve: "Então todos os outros eram de mentira?". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115834579909375389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115834579909375389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115834579909375389' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115740173837709955</id><published>2006-09-04T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:43:30.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo é dia de faxinaE ontem, em um descontrole arrumativo inesperado, a faxina atingiu "os papéis"."Os papéis" são coisas - geralmente papéis! - que, por algum motivo, não foram jogadas fora... mas q não podem ser eficientemente catolagadas e, portanto, nunca são enviadas para destinos finais: A pasta azul de pseudo-documentos, a gaveta de pequenas coisinhas, a caixa de papelão debaixo da mesa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115740173837709955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115740173837709955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115740173837709955' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115688460434778210</id><published>2006-08-29T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:51:10.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Instituto de Artes...- Você é aluno daqui?- Sou. Quer dizer, não daqui do IA. Mas sou aluno da Unicamp.- Ah, tá... E você faz o q?- Eu sou engenheiro.- Pff, o povo da engenharia... Adora dizer q "é engenheiro". Vocês não são engenheiros, vocês estudam engenharia.- Não. Eu sou engenheiro. Eu faço mestrado.- Ah...- ...- É q eu tenho um amigo q faz engenharia e vive dizendo q é engenheiro...- Não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115688460434778210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115688460434778210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115688460434778210' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115567961736154154</id><published>2006-08-15T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:10:50.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dos motivos q fazem o meu banho demorar mais..."Dona Aranha subiu pela parede,veio a chuva forte e a derrubou..."Agora troque a Dona Aranha por uma megapower formiga vermelha e tente imaginar o quanto pode ser divertido fingir ser a chuva forte...Mas a pergunta q não quer calar é:De onde vieram essas formigas mutantes?Na minha casa não há baratas, não há ratos, não há mosquitos...(Há ácaros, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115567961736154154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115567961736154154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115567961736154154' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115446650167744230</id><published>2006-08-01T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:08:21.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Você é um misantropo!!!(rápido acesso à Biblioteca UOL)- Não, não é q eu não goste de pessoas... Mas eu gosto muito mais de mim, mas muito mais mesmo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115446650167744230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115446650167744230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115446650167744230' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115337724494990520</id><published>2006-07-20T03:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:35:51.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E mais da série "Tell me something I don't know"Your data suggest a strong automatic preference for Thin People compared to Fat People.Só mesmo em Harvard...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115337724494990520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115337724494990520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115337724494990520' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115308606281997575</id><published>2006-07-16T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:41:02.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O site diz q a nossa relação é conflituosa..."Baby, tell me something I don't know!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115308606281997575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115308606281997575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115308606281997575' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115284818034096171</id><published>2006-07-14T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:57:01.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>32 seleções lutando pela taça?Bleh! Quem se importa...A grande disputa de 2006 são 86 muchachas lutando pela Coroa Mikimoto!Será q dessa vez vai, Brasil?Rafaela ZanellaMiss Brasil Universo 2006O site oficial, a cobertura completa e os comentários mais parciais da história em duas versões!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115284818034096171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115284818034096171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115284818034096171' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115211130074449143</id><published>2006-07-05T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:57:20.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da nova série "Diálogos q eu não presenciei, mas imagino com riqueza de detalhes":- Como q você consegue ficar tão gostoso nas fotos?- Contraindo os músculos, gata!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115211130074449143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115211130074449143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211130074449143' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115178764020695983</id><published>2006-07-01T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:01:17.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora esse país volta ao normal...Q bom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115178764020695983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115178764020695983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178764020695983' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-115076194508815091</id><published>2006-06-19T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:06:45.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Mas, peraí, por q você está discutindo relação com o dicionário?!?:SPois é... vejam onde a minha vida foi parar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115076194508815091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/115076194508815091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115076194508815091' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114790013720189041</id><published>2006-05-17T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:08:57.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais da série "Os amigos q a vida me deu":"Eu sou ruim pra mentir de improviso, ainda mais sobre uma coisa que eu tenho um certo orgulho de saber!"(via e-mail)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114790013720189041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114790013720189041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114790013720189041' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114772163355359752</id><published>2006-05-15T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:37:00.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Às vezes a gente se sente parte de um conto infantil...Tem gente q jura q é a Rapunzel e passa a vida esperando por alguém q vem salvá-la...Tem gente q jura q é a Cinderella e aposta q chegará o dia em q todos perceberão q só ela tem talento pra vestir aquele maldito sapatinho...Tem gente q jura q é a Branca de Neve e, não contente em já ter sete, se faz de morta e conquista mais um...Eu, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114772163355359752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114772163355359752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114772163355359752' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114669730536488155</id><published>2006-05-03T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:01:45.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escrevi isso no Messenger... e algo me fez registrar isso aqui:Ah, eu tenho tantas coisas pra fazer... e tão pouca vontade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114669730536488155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114669730536488155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114669730536488155' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114631180049286224</id><published>2006-04-29T08:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:58:18.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série "Os amigos q a vida me deu":"Os dois apartamentos vizinhos ao meu estão reformando pra alugar! Os dois!!! Isso é um sinal, só pode ser um sinal!!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114631180049286224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114631180049286224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114631180049286224' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114444556832309084</id><published>2006-04-07T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:38:14.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amanhã...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114444556832309084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114444556832309084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114444556832309084' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114324403750973810</id><published>2006-03-24T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:47:07.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabe quando a perspectiva de se tornar a mulher do padre aparece?Pois é... Isso tomou uma dimensão completamente nova pra mim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114324403750973810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114324403750973810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114324403750973810' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114243198175273252</id><published>2006-03-15T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:13:01.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Via SMS:HORÓSCOPO: Hoje é dia de preparativos para passeios e viagens. Vc terá um final de semana muito feliz, cheio de paixão e diversão.And here we go!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114243198175273252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114243198175273252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114243198175273252' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114144015061401347</id><published>2006-03-03T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:42:30.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nem Corcovado, nem Pão de Açúcar, nem Marquês de Sapucaí...A atração turística mais festejada, mais visitada, mais procurada e mais invejada do Rio de Janeiro é uma só: O menino do Rio.É tão bonito ver a felicidade estampada no rosto de turistas alemães, franceses, holandeses, suecos... Cada um exibindo, vitorioso, seu próprio exemplar da beleza natural carioca: Um menino do Rio a tiracolo!E, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114144015061401347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114144015061401347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114144015061401347' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-114081578615373579</id><published>2006-02-24T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:16:26.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fevereiro é mês de férias: Vamos ferver com o Felipe!E por isso não há posts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114081578615373579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/114081578615373579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114081578615373579' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113882261910118164</id><published>2006-02-01T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:38:01.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu acho q, oficialmente, nós terminamos.Terminaram o q?, você se pergunta...Não sei, mas terminou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113882261910118164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113882261910118164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113882261910118164' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113874540485794705</id><published>2006-01-31T20:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:10:19.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E chega um momento da vida em q você se identifica com uma música do Ricky Martin...E você fica perplexo.E mais e mais perplexo porq, no fundo, você não sabe se realmente se identificou ou se gostaria de ter se identificado.Isso está me enlouquecendo, definitivamente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113874540485794705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113874540485794705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113874540485794705' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113749490270518083</id><published>2006-01-17T08:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:48:22.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você sabe q está ficando velho quando...Lê uma reportagens sobre personagens infantis gays e descobre q ninguém mais se interessa por Batman e Robin e se espanta ao perceber q não há uma única menção aos Smurfs. Ao invés disso, você fica sabendo sobre o episódio onde Bob Esponja e Patrick decidem adotar uma lesminha e sobre um anime "em que os protagonistas são dois homens que têm uma ligação </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113749490270518083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113749490270518083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113749490270518083' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113713590061878224</id><published>2006-01-13T05:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:05:00.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wendy: Surely you must have felt love once for something... or someone. Peter: Never. Even the sound of it offends me. [Wendy tries to touch his face, and he jumps away]Peter: Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be? Wendy: There is so much more. Peter: What? What else is there? Wendy: I don't know. I guess it becomes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113713590061878224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113713590061878224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113713590061878224' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113695790223255429</id><published>2006-01-11T03:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:44:44.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu tinha decidido dar uma chance...Mas acho q já desdecidi.My way or no way.*-*-*Em tempo:Não houve post de Natal. Porq eu não estava em clima de Natal. Simples assim.Não houve post de Ano Novo. Porq eu, definitivamente, não sigo esse calendário Jan/Dez. Eu funciono em calendário escolar. Kind of childish, I know. Mas é assim q funciona.O meu ano acabou lá na Rodoviária, quando eu dei tchau pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113695790223255429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113695790223255429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113695790223255429' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113599773011904050</id><published>2005-12-31T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:59:21.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O grito de guerra desses últimos dias do ano:"Tyra Mail!!!"Vício, eu diria...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113599773011904050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113599773011904050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113599773011904050' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113539423100021751</id><published>2005-12-24T01:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:17:11.013-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O usuário não está ativo no sistema acadêmico.Pronto, agora é oficial.A UNICAMP não me reconhece mais.As minhas senhas não funcionam.O meu e-mail dá "usuário desconhecido".Anos e anos de dedicação àquele lugar e é isso q eu recebo...Nem o meu histórico eu consigo acessar!!!E o meu lema a partir de agora é:Um diploma na mão e nenhuma idéia na cabeça...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113539423100021751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113539423100021751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113539423100021751' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113484082717520219</id><published>2005-12-17T15:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:39:05.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ana Carolina confessa à VEJA:"Eu gosto de homens e de mulheres."Quase caí da cadeira.Muita coragem da cantora assumir assim, publicamente, um fato tão surpreendente.Eu, por exemplo, nunca tinha pensado na possibilidade de ver a Ana Carolina e um rapaz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113484082717520219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113484082717520219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113484082717520219' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113329771526748109</id><published>2005-11-29T18:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:55:15.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando a pessoa acorda e conclui q o seu sonho de consumo é um ASPIRADOR DE PÓ, algo está muuuito errado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113329771526748109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113329771526748109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113329771526748109' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-113105626563477896</id><published>2005-11-03T20:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:17:45.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Tsc, tsc... Desse jeito a gente não vai pro céu.- Você tem esperança de ir? Eu nem tenho mais...- Eu tenho esperança que as regras sejam menos rígidas do que dizem por aí...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113105626563477896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/113105626563477896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113105626563477896' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112896009182880858</id><published>2005-10-10T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:01:31.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Ele te dá coisas, não é?- Como assim?- "Irritar" é uma palavra muito forte... Mas dá pra ver q ele te dá coisas.- Uhm...- ...- Tá, é uma boa definição: Ele me dá coisas.*-*-*Em tempo: Tem mais de um mês q eu não escrevo aqui.Mais de um mês.Mas foi uma época realmente conturbada. Muitas e muitas coisas pra resolver, fins de semana inteiros trancados na Unicamp.Felizmente, a loccura agora </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112896009182880858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112896009182880858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112896009182880858' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112613361596095047</id><published>2005-09-07T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:53:35.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Segunda, fim de tarde...Mensagem no celular:Vc chega quando? Beijos P.Resposta:Quarta de manhãzinha. Beijos.Mensagem novamente:Não! Terça tem LC e todo mundo vai! Você bem q podia vir antes, né?Alguma dúvida de q horas eu cheguei no Rio?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112613361596095047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112613361596095047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112613361596095047' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112569779239569525</id><published>2005-09-02T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:49:52.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dias pensando em escrever um mail pro México.Semanas, talvez.E, de repente, lá está um mail vindo diretamente do México na minha Inbox.Pronto, era a energia de ativação q faltava.Tudo o q deveria ter sido escrito em semanas foi escrito em meia hora.*-*-*Ok, eu confesso. Muito longe de "tudo o q deveria ter sido escrito".Mas, pelo menos, bem próximo de "tudo o q eu pretendia ter escrito".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112569779239569525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112569779239569525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112569779239569525' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112549083787187103</id><published>2005-08-31T09:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:20:37.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A volta da série "Os amigos q a vida me deu"- Eu não acredito q você seja um criacionista!- Não foi isso q eu disse...- Criacionismo é coisa de protestante americano!!! Nós não somos protestantes.- E muito menos americanos!!!*-*-*Eu sei... vinte dias sem escrever...Talvez estar cursando simultaneamente o último semestre de graduação e duas matérias do mestrado não tenha sido uma decisão muito </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112549083787187103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112549083787187103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549083787187103' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112370881797184869</id><published>2005-08-10T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:20:17.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Descobri tudoEscândalo, mensalão, dinheiro na mala e na cueca...Um golpe de estado?Uma farsa arquitetada pela elite dominante?Um exemplo da incompetência nacional?Não.Simplesmente a mais arrojada estratégia de marketing da história brasileira.Tudo isso não passa de um belo estratagema para alavancar a audiência da TV Senado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112370881797184869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112370881797184869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112370881797184869' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112317576104857544</id><published>2005-08-04T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:16:01.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atestado de MatrículaPara a integralização dos 243 créditos necessarios, foram obidos até o presente 227 créditos válidos, correspondentes a 93,4% do total. Em caso de aprovação, ao término  do presente período letivo terão sido obtidos 243 créditos válidos, correspondentes a 100,0% do total.Tá, eu sei q já falei sobre isso...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112317576104857544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112317576104857544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112317576104857544' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112301579163796735</id><published>2005-08-02T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:49:51.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vinte dias sem postar...E os web-deuses resolveram se vingar de mim: A minha senha do Blogger simplesmente foi recusada!!!Pois é... momentos de profunda tristeza...Mas, como web-deuses sabem ser misericordiosos, sempre existe o 'Esqueci minha senha'!E assim cá estou eu de volta!*-*-*Parece q se anuncia o fim do inércia-lifestyle...Não dá mais pra fugir. É o último semestre da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112301579163796735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112301579163796735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112301579163796735' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112113829492346172</id><published>2005-07-12T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:18:14.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Posso falar uma coisa? Cheguem perto por causa da câmera... Olha só... não briguem e não quebrem nada não, tá? Senão eu vou bater nos dois e colocar de castigo!"A minha mãe?Nãããão....A recepcionista do motel!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112113829492346172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112113829492346172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112113829492346172' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-112079384479940812</id><published>2005-07-08T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:37:24.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fernanda Karina nega ter chantageado Marcos ValérioGosh! Eis q este país se tornou uma grande novela mexicana! Agora é esperar pela cena onde será revelado q Roberto Jefferson é o verdadeiro pai de Heloísa Helena...*-*-*Em tempo:Cheguei em Niterói ontem. Estou oficialmente de férias.E, medo, já sou 93% engenheiro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112079384479940812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/112079384479940812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112079384479940812' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111927908271414102</id><published>2005-06-20T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:51:22.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Considerando q eu estou no Quinto ano da faculdade...O q significa sonhar com a professora de Geografia da Oitava série me ensinando a fazer omeletes?Considerando q ela é a minha melhor amiga e q eu estava dormindo no quarto dela...O q significa sonhar q nós estávamos saindo de um motel sendo observados por grande parte dos playboys da minha antiga escola?E isso tudo no mesmo fim-de-semana!*-*-*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111927908271414102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111927908271414102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111927908271414102' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111869042027873846</id><published>2005-06-13T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:20:20.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charme e Sedução com "Extreme Makeover":I know something you don't know...Adorei!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111869042027873846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111869042027873846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111869042027873846' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111817090767127330</id><published>2005-06-07T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:01:47.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Ai, essa semana foi uma loccura, uma correria só! Não parei um só momento!- Felipe, mas hoje ainda é terça-feira...:-O</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111817090767127330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111817090767127330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111817090767127330' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111756814769807052</id><published>2005-05-31T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:52:56.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ela estava lá, linda e sorridente. Uma das cinco mulheres mais bonitas do Universo...Apenas uma pergunta a separava da coroa de 400 mil dólares e da vida que ela sempre sonhou pra si. Uma simples pergunta.Ela era a última das 5. Talvez gostasse disso, talvez não. Fato é que poderia ouvir todas as perguntas (e, principalmente, as respostas) das outras candidatas antes do seu grande momento.Uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111756814769807052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111756814769807052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111756814769807052' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111661241002693051</id><published>2005-05-20T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:06:50.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A entrevista...Voltando a lenga-lenga "preciso-de-um-estágio-por-favor-me-contrate-agora!", ontem peguei o cometa do meio-dia em direção a São Paulo.Prova de inglês, prova de lógica, redação (Fale sobre 2004 - Alguém aí ainda lembra de 2004?)... e lá fui eu pra entrevista.Ao fim de hora e meia de fale-sobre-isso, fale-sobre-aquilo, a tiazinha do RH perguntou se podia me dar umas dicas para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111661241002693051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111661241002693051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111661241002693051' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111646598882079271</id><published>2005-05-18T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:26:28.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabe aquele momento em q você fica sem reação?Eu sempre brinquei com a hipótese, rolava de rir com a galera falando q eu ia conhecer a mansão da Família Bracho...Mas, quando a proposta surgiu, tudo q eu consegui enviar foi uma carinha de espanto.Eu queria dizer q me senti mal, q não posso aceitar e coisas do gênero...Ah, mas todo mundo sabe q ia ser mentira!É claro q eu não perdi completamente a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111646598882079271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111646598882079271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111646598882079271' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111583893152602881</id><published>2005-05-11T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:15:31.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call me a geekSimplesmente fantástico!Rede neurais para o meu próprio divertimento!!!Confiram: 20Q</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111583893152602881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111583893152602881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111583893152602881' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111514891802572068</id><published>2005-05-03T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:35:18.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um blog abandonadoEu sei.Dias e dias e dias sem posts. Semanas até!Preguiça de escrever? Não.Falta de tempo? Não.Então qual é o problema? Inércia.Triste admitir, mas a minha vida se tornou pura e completa inércia.Passo horas na frente de um computador e nunca estou fazendo nada de útil.O meu "romance" via MSN vai de vento em popa, mas, convenhamos, ninguém vai conseguir me convencer q romance via</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111514891802572068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111514891802572068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111514891802572068' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111393252555680075</id><published>2005-04-19T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:40:23.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Habemus PapamAlemão, considerado o braço-direito de Karol Wojtyla, eu vos apresento Joseph Ratzinger.Uma pena.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111393252555680075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111393252555680075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111393252555680075' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111367434515699056</id><published>2005-04-16T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:03:02.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cameron Diaz é linda.Cameron Diaz é cool.Cameron Diaz é uma Charlie's Angel.Mas, Vanilla Sky não é Abre los Ojos principalmente porque Cameron Diaz não é Nuria.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111367434515699056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111367434515699056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111367434515699056' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111334293889539869</id><published>2005-04-12T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:55:38.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dúvidas...E uma vida q anda em círculos.Blergh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111334293889539869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111334293889539869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111334293889539869' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111292386776337478</id><published>2005-04-07T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:33:59.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E hoje finalmente eu descobri:A vida, na verdade, é uma grande piada.E eu sou o próprio Joãozinho, de todas as piadas.Aquele q sempre diz a coisa errada na hora errada.(mas q, pelo menos, diverte os de humor menos sofisticado)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111292386776337478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111292386776337478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111292386776337478' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111273632370184491</id><published>2005-04-05T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:25:23.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo, churrasco com o povo da faculdade, algumas doses depois...- Não!- Por que não?- Porque você me fez chorar...- Eu?!?- Durante semanas!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111273632370184491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111273632370184491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111273632370184491' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111237935370768248</id><published>2005-04-01T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:49:23.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de um breve momento-carão e já quase no finalzinho do baby-came-back...Você ainda vai ser meu...Uia!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111237935370768248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111237935370768248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111237935370768248' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111230697752300730</id><published>2005-03-31T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:53:01.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por q eu não vivo sem o IMDB?Porq só lá eu posso fazer descobertas tão necessárias quanto essa:Near the end, when Sally is typing on her computer, apparently she is typing the longest word in the history of modern language, because her fingers never touch the "space" bar.O filme?Harry e Sally, q eu vi ontem de noitinha na TV.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111230697752300730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111230697752300730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111230697752300730' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111203528509171315</id><published>2005-03-28T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:41:25.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E a melhor do feriado foi...- Ele ainda me chamou de "Vaca da Índia"...- Hein!- Disse q eu era sagrada... q não podia me comer!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111203528509171315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111203528509171315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203528509171315' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111170819183187311</id><published>2005-03-24T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:49:51.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I only know about math and phisicsE não fui eu quem disse!!!Não é perfeito?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111170819183187311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111170819183187311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111170819183187311' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-111100577756209714</id><published>2005-03-16T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:42:57.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tô sumido, né? Eu sei.Muita preguiça e uma grande dose de vida-monótona.*-*-*-*Ah, e vamos parar com essa palhaçada de "águas de março fechando o verão"?Cansei de brincar de pântano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111100577756209714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/111100577756209714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111100577756209714' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110996069510390343</id><published>2005-03-04T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:24:55.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gilmore GirlsSão todas essas pequenas coisas irritantes que fazem eu ser essa mulher fascinante por quem você se apaixonou.Adoro a Lorelai!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110996069510390343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110996069510390343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110996069510390343' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110931797977524711</id><published>2005-02-25T04:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:52:59.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu recebi um videoNão gente, não é nada disso q vocês estão pensando!!!É um videozinho de máquina digital (Ela tira fotos e faz videos de até 15 segundos!!!), simples.O tal video tem 10 segundos,e veio do México...Foram os 10 segundos mais reprisados da História do Cinema Mundial!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110931797977524711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110931797977524711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110931797977524711' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110904595765945168</id><published>2005-02-22T03:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T03:18:22.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Várias coisas tem acontecido...Na minha vida? Não exatamente...A coisa tá pegando é no meu MSN.São duas situações opostas acontecendo ao mesmo tempo.Opostas em muitos sentidos.Primeiro tem a Anna.A Anna é gaúcha, nós nos conhecemos quando eu ia ao Rio Grande por causa da escola.A seis anos atrás a gente se conheceu e ficou (isso mesmo, no sentido adolescente da coisa). Eu fiz as contas, isso foi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110904595765945168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110904595765945168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110904595765945168' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110870212181618137</id><published>2005-02-18T02:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T02:48:41.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, eu sou uma pessoa neurótica e q gosta de problemaNão dá pra ser simples?Não, não dá. Eu simplesmente não gosto.O Carnaval foi farto.Farto mesmo.Então alguém me explica por q razão eu só tô interessado nos mails q vem lááá do México?Ah, faça-me o favor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110870212181618137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110870212181618137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110870212181618137' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110858260416172106</id><published>2005-02-16T17:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:36:44.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My lovely drop dead gorgeous boyEsse foi, definitivamente, o melhor título q eu já recebi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110858260416172106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110858260416172106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110858260416172106' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110843027590317277</id><published>2005-02-14T23:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:17:55.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grito de CarnavalRuuude!!! Grooossa!!! Mal educaaada!!!Careca!!! Careca!!! Careca!!!I love batata Gringo´s!!!*-*-*Definitivamente, eu adoro Carnaval.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110843027590317277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110843027590317277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110843027590317277' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110741897023156210</id><published>2005-02-03T06:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T06:26:41.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma das boas surpresas q Janeiro me trouxe foi a segunda temporada de As Espiãs (She Spies). Sempre gostei do seriado, (q passava em diversos horários no SBT), e não acreditava q veria a segunda temporada tão cedo...E foi aí q a Record fez tudo direitinho: Manteve as mesmas dubladoras, reservou um horário fixo na grade e, principalmente, apresentou os episódios em ordem! (Parece pocco, mas em se</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110741897023156210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110741897023156210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110741897023156210' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110703161773910224</id><published>2005-01-29T18:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:46:57.740-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Vamos fazer alguma coisa amanhã?- Claro. Tipo o q?- Ah, sei lá, a gente pode ir ao cinema...- Ótimo.E lá fomos nós.O nosso primeiro cineminha (três ou quatro semanas atrás) tinha sido ótimo, com direito a clima-casal-de-namorados e tudo mais.Mas o mundo gira, né.Nós dois no Multilplex e nada de interessante pra assistir...Resultado? Acabei indo parar numa sessão de "O Grito"...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110703161773910224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110703161773910224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110703161773910224' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122687.post-110686520631807814</id><published>2005-01-27T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:33:26.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O blog fez 2 anosNo dia 18.E eu esqueci.Pois é, para as pessoas q não acreditam na minha total incapacidade de guardar datas está aí mais uma prova.2 anos de blog... O q isso quer dizer?Nada!Sempre quis q esse blog fosse interessante, repleto de posts inteligentes e de humor-sutil...Nunca foi.Passo dias-e-dias sem escrever. Semanas sem algo q seja minimamente relevante. Talvez eu seja </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110686520631807814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122687/posts/default/110686520631807814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bichodeasfalto.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110686520631807814' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995655214024529635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
