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Eu me lembro da minha mãe fazer pegadinhas de coelho com os dedos cheios de farinha e mandar eu e meu irmão em busca de pistas pela casa, numa espécie de caça ao tesouro emocionante e misteriosa. Claro que não tinha aquele mito de um coelho lisérgico que trazia ovos de chocolate e etc. Desde pequeno eu sempre soube que coelho não bota ovo, quem dirá ovos de chocolate. Mas mesmo assim era divertido. Ainda de pijama, eu corria pra tentar ganhar do meu irmão, e quando achávamos os ovos, era uma alegria imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia é bem diferente. Não tenho mais muito saco pra feriados em família. O desse ano foi legal, ainda que não corri atrás de pegadas feitas com farinha, passei a maior parte do dia em casa, falando abobrinha com a namorada e vendo bobeiras na internet. Fazendo bobeira também. Taí um vídeo do final da noite, com ela seguindo uma tradição familiar pela qual eu fui submetido: equilibrar o ovo de páscoa na cabeça pra ganhar o direito de comê-lo. hehehe. E eu num momento raro: fazendo graça pra câmera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlJeKh8-c8w&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlJeKh8-c8w&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7384537775837228373?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7384537775837228373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7384537775837228373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7384537775837228373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7384537775837228373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/feliz-pscoa.html' title='Feliz Páscoa'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3162677016848412729</id><published>2008-03-19T04:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:18:46.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cachimbo d'Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smoking-hookah.com/images/auto/Product/green%20syrian%20hookah-icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.smoking-hookah.com/images/auto/Product/green%20syrian%20hookah-icon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arguile, hookah, shisha, goza, naguilé narguilê, narguila, nakla, arguile&lt;/span&gt;. Todos esses nomes são dados ao mesmo artefato, criado na Índia e muito popular nos países do Oriente Médio. Funciona mais ou menos assim: quando se puxa o ar pelo tubo, reduz-se a pressão no interior da base e isso faz com que ar aquecido pelo carvão passe pelo tabaco, produzindo a fumaça. Ela desce pelo corpo até a base, onde é resfriada e filtrada pela água, que retém as partículas sólidas. A fumaça segue pelo tubo até ser aspirada pelo usuário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia o consumo de fumo sem sabor/aroma foi muito reduzido devido ao sucesso do fumo aromatizado. Na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Síria&lt;/span&gt;, por exemplo, o mais usado é o de "maçã dupla" (double apple), que tem um sabor mais forte do que o fumo de maçã. Esses tabacos podem ser encontrados nos mais diversos sabores: maçã, uva, melancia, melão, morango, menta e até mesmo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coca&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cola&lt;/span&gt;(!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"As tendas abertas por diante deixavam ver os grandes lustres pendentes, os tapetes da Meca e de Damasco, onde se encruzavam as soberbas figuras dos xeques, fumando gravemente o narguilé."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; - Eça de Queirós, Notas Contemporâneas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3162677016848412729?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3162677016848412729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3162677016848412729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3162677016848412729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3162677016848412729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/cachimbo-dgua.html' title='Cachimbo d&apos;Água'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5866697472051915117</id><published>2008-03-18T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:18:56.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hbo.com/thewire/img/episodeguide/season03/ep29_herc_carver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pra quem nunca viu, é um seriado que passa na HBO aqui nos EUA. Acabou no mês passado, com cinco temporadas. Eu vi da metade pro final da quarta, e achei muito bom. Superior a qualquer seriado do gênero. É sobre a criminalidade da cidade de Baltimore, Mariland, nos Estados Unidos. Mostrando esse lado Barra pesada, o seriado se enquadra como mais uma das séries &lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;realistas da televisão americana, trazendo a parte das ruas, políticos corruptos, policiais bem humorados, bonzinhos, chatos, corruptos e sacanas. Pra exemplificar a sutileza da produção, o seriado não tem música de fundo. Toda cena que tem uma música tema, a música vem da própria cena. Por exemplo a segunda cena do primeiro episódio da terceira temporada com esses dois caras da foto ao lado, Herc e Carver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em meio a uma batida policial, o carro de um dos oficiais toca a música tema do seriado &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZzBrxj-Gjo"&gt;Shaft&lt;/a&gt;. E quando Herc (da esquerda) pára o carro pra pegar Carver num beco, ele pergunta: &lt;strong&gt;"Who's the man who would risk his neck for his brother man?"&lt;/strong&gt;. heheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outros dois personagens que cativam pela amizade e ligação são os detetives McNulty e Bunk. Nessa cena eles podem ser vistos investigando a cena de um assassinato utilizando apenas a palava &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;. Quarenta e oito vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQbsnSVM1zM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQbsnSVM1zM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5866697472051915117?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5866697472051915117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5866697472051915117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5866697472051915117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5866697472051915117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/wire.html' title='The Wire'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8840951030361768317</id><published>2008-03-17T03:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:34:39.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na sexta feira eu conversei com minha mãe sobre a minha volta ao Brasil. Com minha mãe e meu pai, na verdade, enquanto liguei pra ela no Skype, ele apareceu aqui no quarto e entrou na conversa. Me senti no sofá da sala, em meio a um debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94e9J9kd1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yd_8S5ImfcA/s1600-h/roteiro+de+viagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94e9J9kd1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yd_8S5ImfcA/s400/roteiro+de+viagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178610657517664082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é contar as semanas pra embarcar em NY, voar até a Argentina, depois Porto Alegre, Curitiba e Maringá. Bora Bora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8840951030361768317?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8840951030361768317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8840951030361768317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8840951030361768317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8840951030361768317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/na-sexta-feira-eu-conversei-com-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94e9J9kd1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yd_8S5ImfcA/s72-c/roteiro+de+viagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7807983436163357398</id><published>2008-03-17T02:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:28:57.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz aniversário, irmãdrasta!</title><content type='html'>mais um final de semana bom com a namorada em casa. teve até festa na casa da meia-irmã, de aniversário. cinquenta mil pessoas, cada casal com um filho a tira-colo (é assim que escreve isso?), carnes e mais carnes, em bandejas de papel alumínio com foguinho em baixo, bexigas e aquele desespero de estar num evento social que você não não quer estar lá, a não ser pra fazer sua irmãdrasta feliz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94dlJ9kdzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D-jvSH701Xs/s1600-h/dayle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94dlJ9kdzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D-jvSH701Xs/s200/dayle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178609145689175858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7807983436163357398?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7807983436163357398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7807983436163357398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7807983436163357398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7807983436163357398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/feliz-aniversrio-irmdrasta.html' title='feliz aniversário, irmãdrasta!'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R94dlJ9kdzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D-jvSH701Xs/s72-c/dayle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1845755348382151135</id><published>2008-03-14T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:33:58.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catpower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      Jackson, Jessie, I've got a son in me.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, Jessie, I've got a son in me.&lt;br /&gt;He's related to you,&lt;br /&gt;He's related to you,&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;He's related to you,&lt;br /&gt;He's related to you,&lt;br /&gt;He's dieing to meet you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqTIxgpF3RE&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqTIxgpF3RE&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1845755348382151135?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1845755348382151135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1845755348382151135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1845755348382151135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1845755348382151135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/catpower.html' title='catpower'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3072850789456571286</id><published>2008-03-11T06:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:04:36.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>short cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/18/carver_narrowweb__300x369,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/18/carver_narrowweb__300x369,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca tinha ouvido falar num filme como esse. vinte e dois personagens, todos interligados. muito bom! e um elenco do caralho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andie McDowell, Juliane Moore, Matthew Modine, Anne Archer, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Chris Penn, Robert Downey Jr., Madeleine Stowe, Tom Waits (hahaha, Cris), Lily Tomlin (a da foto, fazendo par com o Tom Waits), Frances McDormand, Tim Robbins, Peter Gallagher (no primeiro papel que eu vejo e "vou com a cara" dele), e mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3072850789456571286?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3072850789456571286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3072850789456571286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3072850789456571286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3072850789456571286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-cuts.html' title='short cuts'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8558727019993451072</id><published>2008-03-11T06:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:43:57.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bagunça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R9ZiJp9kdyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1vIrguZeZwQ/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R9ZiJp9kdyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1vIrguZeZwQ/s320/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176432739731404578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;num dia de manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8558727019993451072?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8558727019993451072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8558727019993451072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8558727019993451072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8558727019993451072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/baguna.html' title='bagunça'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R9ZiJp9kdyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1vIrguZeZwQ/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5723784217138930178</id><published>2008-03-06T01:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:22:51.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>american gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/amer-gangster-poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Gangster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/5stars.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/5stars.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/5stars.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/5stars.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/5stars.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Filme fiiiiiiilme", como disse meu irmão. A reação da mãe dele é memorável quando fica sabendo que é ele no telefone: "Fraank? Oh My LóÓÓÓ'd!!!". E o Russel Crowe falando "mothafucka" é ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco estrelas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5723784217138930178?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5723784217138930178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5723784217138930178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5723784217138930178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5723784217138930178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-gangster.html' title='american gangster'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6295658517374714510</id><published>2008-03-05T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:02:53.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/rslonik/nM/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/rslonik/nM/woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6295658517374714510?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6295658517374714510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6295658517374714510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6295658517374714510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6295658517374714510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/rslonik/nM/th_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-999159317161977332</id><published>2008-03-05T03:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:05:10.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>imagem do título.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa mina da foto me intriga desde a primeira vez que eu a vi. Não sei se a cris que me passou ou eu que passei pra ela, mas ela conhece a foto. E também não faço idéia de quando foi que eu "achei" essa mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Semana que vem mudo de novo a imagem do título.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-999159317161977332?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/999159317161977332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=999159317161977332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/999159317161977332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/999159317161977332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagem-do-ttulo.html' title='imagem do título.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6834230511038764905</id><published>2008-03-05T02:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:54:48.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Me lembra o thim, o paulo, a raquel... Saudade."&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://crispine.blogspot.com/"&gt;cris&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu só espero que você pare de mudar de url. :)&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6834230511038764905?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6834230511038764905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6834230511038764905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6834230511038764905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6834230511038764905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-lembra-o-thim-o-paulo-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5510529374404325707</id><published>2008-03-03T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:15:19.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Life</title><content type='html'>Não canso de ver esse filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waking Life&lt;br /&gt;written by Richard Linklater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival, ya know? Like water: we came up with a sound for that. Or “saber tooth tiger right behind you,” we came up with a sound for that. But when it gets interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is like...frustration? Or what is anger? Or...or love? When I say love the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know? Through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes! I understand. But how do I know they understand because words are inert! They're just symbols, they're dead, ya know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet when we communicate with one another and we, we feel that we've connected and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of...almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient...but I think it’s what we live for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5510529374404325707?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5510529374404325707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5510529374404325707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5510529374404325707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5510529374404325707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/03/waking-life.html' title='Waking Life'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7450072089330527640</id><published>2008-02-28T23:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:42:51.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of night: review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No iMDB tem uma lista extensa de erros. e só três são de continuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade mais ao norte dos EUA, vampiros aterrorizam a população nas trinta noites contínuas de inverno. Poderia ter sido muito melhor. Sei lá, talvez não.. Afinal, o único filme bom de vampiros é o Entrevista Com o Vampiro. Mas em 30 Days Of Night, pelo menos tem a Melissa George. hahaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/51/00/0000025100_20060921192442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/51/00/0000025100_20060921192442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela fez &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma's Boy&lt;/span&gt;, sobre um mid-30's maconheiro que trabalha testando jogos de video-game. É engraçado, muito melhor do que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle. &lt;/span&gt;Claro que filme de maconheiro, hoje em dia, não bate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up In Smoke,&lt;/span&gt; da dupla mais cannabiana de todos os tempos, Cheech &amp;amp; Chong. Teve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Baked&lt;/span&gt;, mas sei lá... acho meio idiota. Só gosto do cara mais retardado, que tem uma lista de larica imensa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0108028/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Get some sour cream and onion chips with some dip, man, some beef jerky, some peanut butter. Get some Häagen-Dazs ice cream bars, a whole lot, make sure chocolate, gotta have chocolate, man. Some popcorn, red popcorn, graham crackers, graham crackers with marshmallows, the little marshmallows and little chocolate bars and we can make s'mores, man. Also, celery, grape jelly, Cap'n Crunch with the little Crunch berries, pizzas. We need two big pizzas, man, everything on 'em, with water, whole lotta water, and Funyons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005558/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: That's it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0152638/"&gt;Thurgood Jenkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Yeah, get me a box of condoms, and, what was that thing we used to eat back in the day? What was it... oh yeah, pussy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005558/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: You got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ahhahaha.. For sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7450072089330527640?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7450072089330527640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7450072089330527640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7450072089330527640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7450072089330527640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-days-of-night-review.html' title='30 days of night: review.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-461750942901209775</id><published>2008-02-28T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:43:07.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>esqueci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alguem pode por favor me dizer onde é que eu acho um screensaver que simule as tuas fotos de uma determinada pasta caindo uma por cima da outra, montando assim uma pilha de fotos, super bonitinho, com bordas brancas e quem sabe até uma sombra bem feitinha? Não consigo achar. Os únicos resultados similares foi o tal do Picasa (e um cara metendo a boca pq aparece uma logo do Google por 4 segundos no começo do screensaver e no meio das fotos), e um programador que curtia esse efeito "pile of pictures", então ele FEZ um. Aí também já é demais, né? heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ver filme trash, pra namorada não reclamar que eu assisti os que ela quer ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-461750942901209775?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/461750942901209775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=461750942901209775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/461750942901209775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/461750942901209775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/esqueci.html' title='esqueci'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3071090002808144973</id><published>2008-02-28T08:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:46:38.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saaaaaaaco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8a2s5_6QkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KNN2TPwgPw/s1600-h/backgroundazulnuvembichos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8a2s5_6QkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KNN2TPwgPw/s200/backgroundazulnuvembichos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172022104680972866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um background que não deu certo. to me sentindo tipo um cientista fazendo experimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3071090002808144973?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3071090002808144973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3071090002808144973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3071090002808144973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3071090002808144973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/saaaaaaa.html' title='saaaaaaaco.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8a2s5_6QkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KNN2TPwgPw/s72-c/backgroundazulnuvembichos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4128203593758554779</id><published>2008-02-27T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:51:28.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>torrents</title><content type='html'>downloads de ontem pra hoje, depois de resolver o problema NOD32 vs uTorrent (instalei a versao 3 do NOD):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;breath&lt;br /&gt;juno&lt;br /&gt;bee movie&lt;br /&gt;awake&lt;br /&gt;no country for old man&lt;br /&gt;saw iv&lt;br /&gt;american gangster&lt;br /&gt;the eye&lt;br /&gt;beowulf&lt;br /&gt;meet the spartan&lt;br /&gt;3 10 to yuma&lt;br /&gt;cloverfield&lt;br /&gt;hitman&lt;br /&gt;gone baby gone&lt;br /&gt;30 days of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4128203593758554779?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4128203593758554779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4128203593758554779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4128203593758554779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4128203593758554779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/torrents.html' title='torrents'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6691372304658677564</id><published>2008-02-27T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:06:10.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8YDLp_6QjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/739uk43s7eE/s1600-h/1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8YDLp_6QjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/739uk43s7eE/s320/1986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171824720868950578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8YDLp_6QjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/739uk43s7eE/s1600-h/1986.jpg"&gt;meu irmão, meu pai e eu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6691372304658677564?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6691372304658677564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6691372304658677564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6691372304658677564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6691372304658677564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/1986.html' title='1986'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/R8YDLp_6QjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/739uk43s7eE/s72-c/1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7583995199748610741</id><published>2008-02-27T02:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:38:35.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o amor e a geometria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38h&lt;/span&gt; sem dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; passando na tv, só pq o Heath Ledger morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.45&lt;/span&gt;, com Milla Jovojich, um namorado cabeludo bandido traficante que bate nela, uma sapatão e um camarada do namorado que é a fim das duas. Todo mundo armando um esquema gigantesco. Bem legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juno &lt;/span&gt;também. Do caralho. Me apaixonei pela minazinha e a trilha sonora me fez acreditar que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Moldy Peaches&lt;/span&gt; tomou rumo de banda de MTv. Espero que não. Era legal ouvir as gravações de garagem, com ruídos ao fundo, risadas seguradas, vozes desafinando e aquela baderna toda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistir &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.45 &lt;/span&gt;me fez pensar numa coisa. Se um triângulo amoroso é composto de três partes que se amam, um cenário com quatro partes seria um quadraro amoroso? Fica estranho. Acho que losângo amoroso fica mais sonoro. E já que nessas situações utiliza-se, basicamente, a geometria pra ilustrar o cenário propriamente dito, por que é que quando se trata de duas pessoas apenas não se usa uma linha amorosa? Talvez porque uma linha pode ser composta de curvas e vários pontos. Então uma reta. Uma reta amorosa. Não se usa só porque fica estranho? Irrelevante, eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareço não cansar de ocupar o meu tempo livre com filmes, jogos e "à toícies". Ontem percebi que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; suga o tempo das pessoas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; as pessoas: passei a noite editando um videozinho da sexta-feira que nevou (outra irrelevância: se o assunto é uma sexta feira que choveu, é uma sexta-feira &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuvosa&lt;/span&gt;. Mas e se nevou? "Sexta-feira &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nevosa&lt;/span&gt;"?). O vídeo mostra eu, minha namorada e o cachorro do meu pai, que se chama Moleque mas também atende pelo carinhoso apelido de Pitoco,  brincando na neve. Depois fizemos bonecos de neve, mas esse vídeo eu ainda não editei. Pra quem quiser ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Gcg2IiyvOc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Gcg2IiyvOc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de brigar com meu anti-vírus (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOD32&lt;/span&gt;) e a porra do uTorrent. O anti-vírus 'escaneia' os arquivos que o uTorrent tá baixando, impossibilitando assim o download dos mesmos, por estarem sendo utilizados por outro programa. Um ciclo vicioso? Não: um ciclo irritantíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado... É nesse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; que o Heath Ledger interpreta um drogado. Disseram que ele "foi a fundo" no papel, e rendeu até um divórcio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bollocks&lt;/span&gt; de Hollywood, creio eu... Mas ele tá bem lesado nesse filme, onde é um viciado em heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie Cornish falando sobre o aluguel atrasado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Listen, Phillip... We're junkies... I'm a hooker... And he's.. hopeless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em heroína, morreu um comediante no final do ano passado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasheed Thurgood&lt;/span&gt;. Vi a melhor performance dele no primeiro show de comédia que eu vi nos Esteites. Infarto. Chega de coluna social. Mesmo assim, assistam essa performance dele no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGw0lK_fIds"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7583995199748610741?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7583995199748610741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7583995199748610741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7583995199748610741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7583995199748610741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-amor-e-geometria.html' title='o amor e a geometria.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-9189523389647144661</id><published>2008-02-20T04:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:13:02.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Então! 2008, né??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre os vai e véns da vida, eu volto pra cá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado que eu sempre volto a escrever quando a cabeça já deu um nó, mas dessa vez foi mais ou menos por acidente. Fiz uma busca por "Que pira" nas imagens do Google e fui deixar um comentário no blog que hospedava um dos resultados, daí vi meu username e resolvi postar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado também foi achar um comentário da Amanda no post anterior. hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida estilo-cachorro tá parada. To namorando (grande novidade; eu sempre to namorando), e tá tudo ótimo, então não esperem posts reclamando do assunto por aqui. Estamos felizes e contentes, sem pensar no pra frente, e vivendo cada dia mais quente (rimass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda to aqui nos EUA, com planos de voltar pro meu aniversário (22 de junho, anotem aí e preparem-se para a festa), e desencantado "da América". Aposto que a vida da tal da Sol daquela novela era bem mais legal, dançando de top-less numa boate. Era isso mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo vários filmes, jogando Call Of Duty 4 no computador &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; no PlayStation3, matando tempo enquanto tô desempregado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu trampo entrou em reforma com a mudança de donos, e eu sei que eu deveria MESMO ter arrumado outro emprego, mas já to na terceira semana de férias (eu acho, perdi a conta desde que entrei nessa onda de vagabundagem). Tá legal! Tô quase de saco cheio de não fazer nada, e tava com saudade disso. hahahaha... Sempre fui meio vagabundo, e me divirto sozinho desde pequeno, quando minha mãe me botava de castigo e eu brincava com qualquer coisa. Chegava ao ponto dela falar: "Filho, pode sair do quarto" e eu responder "Peraí, mãe, já vou!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei de fumar, voltei a fumar, parei de fumar de novo, voltei outra vez e assim to levando esse ano de 2008. Natal foi legal, Reveillon também. Não peguei ninguém, não fiz nenhuma cachorrada, me comportei direitinho com a namorada viajando pro Brasil. Olha só, hein? Quem diria!!! Ainda no assunto, me libertei do passado, tô dando muita atenção pro presente e não to nem aí com o futuro. E to feliz assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trabalhando no meu portfólio, quem quiser ver &lt;a href="http://tchago.myartsonline.com/"&gt;tá aqui&lt;/a&gt; o link (se tiver alguma sugestão ou comentário, feel free). Brinco cada vez mais sério com o Maya3D e tenho planos de 'seguir carreira' em algum software relacionado. Tenho uns cursos em vista em Curitiba, e assim que arrumar um emprego lá, me mudo pra capitarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi uma grande amiga (com certeza absoluta era uma das melhores que eu tinha) e me afetou bastante. Me deixou pensando sério na vida, no valor que a gente dá as pessoas, e me deixou enojado só de pensar o tanto de tempo que eu desperdicei com pessoas que nunca me trouxeram nada, e que nunca deram à mim o valor que eu dei à elas. E também me faz pensar em ter mais cuidado - e ter - toda vez que sento atrás do volante de um carro. Foi a primeira vez que perdi um amigo, da minha idade, e dessa maneira bruta, repentina e cruel. Que você esteja sempre em paz, Marie, e que olhe pela gente, pq a coisa aqui continua braba! Meu amor sempre foi eterno por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem feito um frio descomunal nessa terra. Meu recorde de aturação de frio tá em -12 Celsius com a sensação térmica de -21. Cabreiro! Só fiquei três minutos do lado de fora de casa, e mesmo assim, tive que voltar de costas até a porta, pq o vento tava cortando os ossos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que alguém leia isso. Se ler, me avise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos, e até breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tchago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(post assinado, hein! oloco!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-9189523389647144661?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/9189523389647144661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=9189523389647144661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9189523389647144661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9189523389647144661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2008/02/ento-2008-n.html' title='Então! 2008, né??'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6061121910173707196</id><published>2007-11-13T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:50:21.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hits from the bong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Let's smoke that bowl, Hit the bong&lt;br /&gt;And then take that finger off of that hole&lt;br /&gt;Plug it. Unplug it. Don't strain.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mary Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never complains - when I hit Mary&lt;br /&gt;With that flame, you know I light up the cherry&lt;br /&gt;She's so good to me - When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me stirred up. The smoke, through the bubbling water&lt;br /&gt;is makin' it pure, so I can take my hit and hold it&lt;br /&gt;Just like Chong, I get the bowl and I reload it&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get my four-footer and bring it on&lt;br /&gt;As I take hits from the bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cypress Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hits From The Bong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Cypress-Hill/Hits-From-The-Bong.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh9cOc-HJ9w"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6061121910173707196?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6061121910173707196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6061121910173707196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6061121910173707196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6061121910173707196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/hits-from-bong.html' title='hits from the bong'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6000298377769067797</id><published>2007-11-13T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:47:36.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drinks</title><content type='html'>i rather go out for drinks and restaurants than clubs and bars.&lt;br /&gt;but still, you can have a drink at the bar of a restaurant, and it works perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6000298377769067797?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6000298377769067797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6000298377769067797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6000298377769067797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6000298377769067797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/drinks.html' title='drinks'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7788304875280909222</id><published>2007-11-13T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:46:18.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tiro-zói"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7788304875280909222?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7788304875280909222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7788304875280909222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7788304875280909222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7788304875280909222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/tiro-zi.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1140910170469831126</id><published>2007-11-09T01:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:28:15.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to the ex, via msn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the only advice i'll try to give you as a friend - and i say "try" because you might not take it, and "friend" because I like you as a friend - is that it's wrong to "forget that you met someone", and right to try to learn from your own mistakes and from other people's mistakes. don't you ever think that you can just throw experiences out of the window and erase whatever you want from your life because that's not just wrong, but it's not fair. if you do it, you can't learn from your own experiences, therefore, you're not gonna be fair with yourself. at least, keep the good memories (if you have some). but if you rather go beserk and blind yourself from advices of people who really CARE about you, and that YOU KNOW that you could have learned A LOT with them, fine. just scream FUCK YOU as loud as you can, make your choices and don't look back. it's your life and you do whatever you want with it. just try to think a little bit before you act, woman.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1140910170469831126?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1140910170469831126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1140910170469831126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1140910170469831126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1140910170469831126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-advice-ill-try-to-give-you-as.html' title='to the ex, via msn'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5628652446718907985</id><published>2007-11-04T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:47:39.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(*)</title><content type='html'>tchágo. says:&lt;br /&gt;"princesinha é a minha bola esquerda, que eh menor que a direita - a rainha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchágo. says:&lt;br /&gt;"olha, é o seguinte. eu nao to saindo só com vc. e é assim que é."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchágo. says:&lt;br /&gt;to canalha. é o melhor life style possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) eu canso de pensar em colocar títulos em posts inúteis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5628652446718907985?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5628652446718907985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5628652446718907985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5628652446718907985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5628652446718907985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='(*)'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2130773938649097230</id><published>2007-11-03T04:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T04:43:32.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brooklynrecord.com/archives/23face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.brooklynrecord.com/archives/23face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.brooklynrecord.com/archives/23face.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2130773938649097230?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2130773938649097230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2130773938649097230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2130773938649097230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2130773938649097230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpwww.html' title='Brooklyn Face'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1951944287280433241</id><published>2007-11-03T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T04:42:25.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the 3rd of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will no longer receive chats from Schroder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro que não to cuspindo no prato que eu comi. Mas que de vez em quando a gente faz aquela cara com o olho esquerdo mais apertado que o direito, fecha a boca e abre os lábios num sorriso invertido e retangular.  Tipo "eek!". hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="cyVRte" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="m14Grb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="Ptde9b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1951944287280433241?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1951944287280433241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1951944287280433241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1951944287280433241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1951944287280433241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/11/3rd-of-november.html' title='the 3rd of November'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4100654277524783082</id><published>2007-10-30T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:45:18.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pixies @ Curitiba Pop Festival, BR'04</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00026/03/67/26297630_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00026/03/67/26297630_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tava fazendo inveja pra uma "nova amiga" minha sobre o show do Pixies que eu peguei em Curitiba, em 2004. Aí achei o post onde coloquei uma foto dos ingressos e da pulseira. :)&lt;br /&gt;Segue o texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tudo bem, disseram que faltaram algumas musicas, disseram que eles foram muito cuzões, ao passo que só a Kim Deal deu um `hi` bem tosqueira pra platéia, e nem rolou um `Ob-r-igado, B-r-asil!` nem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns até disseram que se fosse uma banda cover, todos curtiriam o mesmo tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que se fosse uma banda cover, não seria "O" Pixies ali. Ali! ALI! No palco! E você ouvindo as músicas que embalaram a época que você começava a sair, a fumar Marlboros em churrasco de amigos, a beber 2 latas de cerveja e ter outra visão da realidade... Uma época em que a gente começou a fumar maconha e tomar vodka, a matar aula e tocar violão. A melhor época da minha vida, em que conheci um monte de gente descartável, mas uma outra porrada de gente que mora no meu coração até hoje. E essas musicas, desses caras, eu ouvia e achava o máximo. E sabia que nunca iria num show deles, principalmente pelo fato da banda não existir mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na época, o Pixies havia se separado ha pouco tempo, e não tinha mesmo nenhum boato de voltar. Felizmente, hoje, oito anos depois, eu tenho a oportunidade de assistir a um show deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiz parte do coro que embalava os "Uh-Uhs" de `Where Is My Mind?`, os gritos de `Tame`, os "let`s have a ball" de `Gigantic`, os "Me voy"s de `Isla de Encanta`, os "uhhhh-uhhhs" de `Caribou`, e mais um monte de musicas realmente emocionantes de se ouvir ao vivo, tocadas pelos caras que você SEMPRE ouviu tocar, mas nunca ao vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você lá, com a cabeça cheia de anfetaminas, gritando com todas as suas forças, todas as letras que você sempre soube e lembra na hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito foda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito mesmo. Pude assistir a um show de pessoas que realmente fizeram muita diferença na minha vida. E junto com pessoas que realmente FAZEM diferença na minha vida. NÃO SE FAZ UMA AMIZADE QUE VALHA A PENA EM QUALQUER ESQUINA. Cuide dos seus. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu BRODIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu Pixies!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.baileyswalk.com/setlist/2004/18/BAZ/Curtiba/Curtiba%20Pop%20Festival"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; tá a setlist do show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4100654277524783082?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4100654277524783082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4100654277524783082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4100654277524783082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4100654277524783082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-tava-fazendo-inveja-pra-uma-nova.html' title='The Pixies @ Curitiba Pop Festival, BR&apos;04'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6763219899910413656</id><published>2007-10-29T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:33:20.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"O cara cheira 90 conto de cocaína e depois vem reclamar que tá com sinusite. E ainda tem a cara de pau de dizer que é por causa do frio!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festa a fantasia é sempre engraçado. Quando todo mundo tá fanstasiado, cada um encarna um personagem. Com um casaco do exército da Sibéria, uma calça verde, uma camiseta do exército americano, sapatos pretos, um quépe militar e uma granada (de verdade, porém vazia, é óbvio) pendurada na cintura, eu fui de oficial. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Uma pena que meu namorado tá aqui. Mas ainda bem que ele não entende uma palavra do que eu to falando!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi divertido. Conheci pessoas interessantes,  bonitas e inteligentes. Não fomos para Hartford, nem New York City. Muito pelo contrário: ficamos em Bridgeport mesmo. Mas foi legal chegar numa casa desconhecida, cheia de Au Pairs engraçadas e simpáticas, e passar frio na varanda dos fundos, que era o único lugar onde se podia fumar na casa. No final da festa, nos perdemos ao levar as meninas embora. E quase acabou a gasolina. Mas valeu - e muito - a pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6763219899910413656?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6763219899910413656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6763219899910413656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6763219899910413656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6763219899910413656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5582850655670904089</id><published>2007-10-28T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:19:40.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God must transcend the greatest of human weaknesses. And, indeed, the greatest of human skill. God must transcend even our most remarkable attempts to emulate nature in its absolute splendor. How can any man or woman sin against such a greatness? How can any carbon unit on Earth, in the backwaters of the Milky Way - indeed, the boondocks - possibly betray God Almighty? That is impossible. The height of arrogance is the height of control of those who would recreate God in their own image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What The Bleep Do We Know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0399877/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5582850655670904089?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5582850655670904089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5582850655670904089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5582850655670904089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5582850655670904089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-must-transcend-greatest-of-human.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4374187626624402348</id><published>2007-10-26T06:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:09:02.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropa de Elite</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de ter sido pirateado e assistido clandestinamente por milhares de brasileiros, agora o filme é acusado de prejudicar a imagem do Batalhão de Operações Especiais (Bope) da PM do Rio, a tal tropa de elite retratada na história. Pelo menos 19 oficiais recorreram à Justiça, na segunda-feira, pedindo modificações no filme. Para o advogado Rodrigo Roca, que representa os policiais, ?o filme mostra o Bope como uma horda de assassinos e torturadores?. Os oficiais se sentiram lesados porque alguns personagens seriam ?perfeitamente identificáveis?, graças às referências e à identidade numérica. O filme de José Padilha tem cenas de tortura e assassinatos cometidos na tela por PMs do Bope. Por outro lado, o filme retrata os PMs como incorruptíveis, em oposição aos outros policiais. A trama se baseou no livro Elite da Tropa, que tem entre seus autores Rodrigo Pimentel, um ex-capitão do batalhão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;origem:  &lt;a href="http://www.midiaindependente.org/pt/blue/2007/09/393634.shtml"&gt;CMI Brasil - BOPE protesta contra o filme Tropa de Elite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que o BOPE é corruptível. Vamos à lógica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem mata o dono do morro, vira dono do morro. Então, suponhamos que um capitão do BOPE mate um dono de morro. Automaticamente, ele vira dono do morro. Agora convenhamos que pr'um capitão do BOPE - que agora é dono do morro - botar respeito e fazer bandido se cagar só de olhar pra cima é bem fácil por dois fatores apenas: ele tem a proteção dos bandidos (agora como servos do dono do morro, e, teoricamente,  empregados) e do próprio BOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem capitão que bota aviãozinho e traficantezinho menor de idade em fila e vai apagando um por um enquanto fala no celular. Queima de arquivo - ossos do ofício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero ver quando um camelô for colocado na conta do Papa, vou gritar na cara de vocês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FOI VOCÊ QUE MATOU ESSE CARA! VOCÊ É QUEM FINANCIA ESSA MERDA AQUI! SEU VIADO! ZERO DOIS, ME DÁ A DOZE AQUI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só peço um favor a população brasileira... O filme é uma historinha. His-to-ri-nha. E não um documentário. É óbvio que existe corrupção no BOPE. ATÉ NA PORRA DO CORREIO TEM CORRUPÇÃO. Vai ver se o tiozinho que vende raspadinha não aceita uma propina de vez em quando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4374187626624402348?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4374187626624402348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4374187626624402348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4374187626624402348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4374187626624402348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/tropa-de-elite.html' title='Tropa de Elite'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7501089295202212801</id><published>2007-10-26T05:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:37:40.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"E DISCUTIR NO FORUM DO ORKUT É IGUAL CORRIDA DE RETARDADO, MESMO QUE VC GANHE CONTINUA RETARDADO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahahahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7501089295202212801?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7501089295202212801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7501089295202212801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7501089295202212801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7501089295202212801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6787605562223810605</id><published>2007-10-26T04:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:52:16.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>e lobo morde.</title><content type='html'>na seqüência&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt; do testimonial provocativo (vide post anterior), seguiram-se novos testimonials. um mais curto que o outro, e a provocação foi aumentando gradativamente, até rolar um "te desafio a me morder, então", que recebeu um "não cruze comigo" como resposta.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, uma conversa de vinte minutos no msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tá solteira mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;- to, não viu no meu orkut?&lt;br /&gt;- vi, mas não significa nada. já tive status de solteiro sem estar solteiro.&lt;br /&gt;- mas estou sim. é oficial.&lt;br /&gt;- hum... e você é amiga da minha ex, né?&lt;br /&gt;- amiga entre aspas.&lt;br /&gt;- amigos, amigos, negócios à parte?&lt;br /&gt;- exatamente!&lt;br /&gt;- e aí, vai sair hoje?&lt;br /&gt;- não, já tô deitada. e você?&lt;br /&gt;- vou passar numa festa de aniversário e tinha pensado em passar aí. tá tarde?&lt;br /&gt;- passa sim...&lt;br /&gt;- to aí em 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. nem fui na festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tenho dito:&lt;br /&gt;mercadoria boa não pega pó na prateleira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt; afinal, aboliram a trema ou não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6787605562223810605?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6787605562223810605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6787605562223810605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6787605562223810605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6787605562223810605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-lobo-morde.html' title='e lobo morde.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8086415831274500926</id><published>2007-10-25T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:07:13.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lobo</title><content type='html'>em resposta à um testimonial "secreto" e provocativo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cuidado que lobo solteiro em pele de cordeiro morde forte e ninguém nem percebe.&lt;br /&gt;;)"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8086415831274500926?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8086415831274500926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8086415831274500926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8086415831274500926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8086415831274500926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/lobo.html' title='lobo'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1044298888952727535</id><published>2007-10-24T04:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T04:40:38.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Va benne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=31731595" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Godfather, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carcamanos, muita munição, execuções, sotaques italianos, carros antigos e violência gratuita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1044298888952727535?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1044298888952727535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1044298888952727535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1044298888952727535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1044298888952727535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/va-benne.html' title='Va benne.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2598090921565972635</id><published>2007-10-22T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:12:16.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>single</title><content type='html'>E agora é definitivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disrespect me, I'll fuck you up. Or just dump you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it wasn't working out.&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2598090921565972635?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2598090921565972635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2598090921565972635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2598090921565972635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2598090921565972635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/single.html' title='single'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6475275283605500751</id><published>2007-10-17T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:02:09.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>skate :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxbEmH7W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qktBl52QkTo/s1600-h/Picture+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxbEmH7W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qktBl52QkTo/s400/Picture+50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122497785422609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a skateboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the store with the embarrassing quote: "Hi, I'm here to buy my FIRST skateboard" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;but the guy, Jeff, was really nice, and showed me around, telling me differences between all kinds of stuff. Now, here I am, with my brand new deck, trucks and wheels. Its a Stereo deck (with some kind of Godfather-like Daniel Shimizu drawing on it), black Venture trucks, Reds bearings, and white Spitfire 53mm wheels. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on! heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6475275283605500751?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6475275283605500751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6475275283605500751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6475275283605500751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6475275283605500751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/skate-d.html' title='skate :D'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxbEmH7W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qktBl52QkTo/s72-c/Picture+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-9209535750078783280</id><published>2007-10-16T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:52:05.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>url</title><content type='html'>mas é verdade. eu queria mesmo mudar o endereço do blog.&lt;br /&gt;paranóia, eu acho. seria bem chato se alguém que é citado nesse blog o encontrasse. eu me sentiria mal perante elas. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o blog tem referências no youtube, mas, sem querer denegrir a imagem de ninguém, acredito que as pessoas que são citadas aqui não dispõem de capacidade o suficiente - ou simplesmente paciência - pra ver o 'tantos clicks "from http://tchago.blogspot.com/"'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo que tenho vontade de botar o endereço, sei lá, no orkut por exemplo, penso que seria realmente chato encontrar, por exemplo de novo, a minha atual namorada. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;mas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the other hand&lt;/span&gt;, às vezes eu me privo de escrever algumas coisas, como a história da bartender, onde o personagem principal age como um canalha (hahahah), por simples medo de que alguém leia essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ler, paciência. lá vai mais um coração quebrado, junto da minha imagem de bom menino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-9209535750078783280?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/9209535750078783280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=9209535750078783280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9209535750078783280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9209535750078783280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/url.html' title='url'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1110112085075802356</id><published>2007-10-16T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:45:21.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fonts.</title><content type='html'>is there anything more pleasant than downloading new free fonts?&lt;br /&gt;www.dafont.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i can't help spending hours browsing this website.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i came up with the new title.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't say much, anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1110112085075802356?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1110112085075802356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1110112085075802356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1110112085075802356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1110112085075802356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/fonts.html' title='fonts.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7736985695962710313</id><published>2007-10-15T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:11:13.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>outono.</title><content type='html'>continuo quebrado, com um pouco de dor no braço e tomando remédios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltei a fumar, e quero parar outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o verão definitivamente acabou. a temperatura de agora é de 9ºC, e o frio lá fora é foda. 9ºC daqui é diferente do Brasil. parece que quando chega abaixo de zero, é mais quente (ou menos frio) do que seria no BR. enfim, chegou o outono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7736985695962710313?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7736985695962710313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7736985695962710313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7736985695962710313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7736985695962710313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/continuo-quebrado-com-um-pouco-de-dor.html' title='outono.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3160313829645877045</id><published>2007-10-15T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:13:26.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>É</title><content type='html'>eu sou normal dentro da minha própria loucura. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3160313829645877045?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3160313829645877045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3160313829645877045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3160313829645877045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3160313829645877045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='É'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5758938448875679740</id><published>2007-10-12T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:38:09.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>longboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxAvbX7W_UI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUvhvxr3xjk/s1600-h/long2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxAvbX7W_UI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUvhvxr3xjk/s400/long2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120644923646213442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o estrago, de cima pra baixo:&lt;br /&gt;cabeça, ombro, bíceps, cotovelo, cotovelo, mão (de leve), lateral da barriga (vulgo pneuzinho), coxa, joelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem falar que a última coisa que eu vi foi o chão. depois já tava dentro de casa, no meu quarto, com o skate numa mão e a chave e o chaveiro (que arrebentou na queda) na outra, me perguntando: o que aconteceu? onde é que eu to? eu caí? pq minha calça tá rasgada e cheia de sangue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma semana de medicamentos, já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tomando anti-inflamatórios, pra melhorar a dor no bíceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma delícia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5758938448875679740?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5758938448875679740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5758938448875679740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5758938448875679740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5758938448875679740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/longboard.html' title='longboard'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RxAvbX7W_UI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUvhvxr3xjk/s72-c/long2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6927627104620427927</id><published>2007-10-11T01:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:59:50.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best youtube quote</title><content type='html'>and the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       they shouldn't allow stupid teenagers in youtube&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6927627104620427927?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6927627104620427927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6927627104620427927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6927627104620427927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6927627104620427927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-youtube-quote.html' title='best youtube quote'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7626182624672847762</id><published>2007-10-09T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:32:45.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo'</title><content type='html'>engraçado que eu reclamo da privacidade e no post seguinte boto logo uma foto com a minha cara. hahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7626182624672847762?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7626182624672847762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7626182624672847762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7626182624672847762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7626182624672847762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/oo.html' title='Oo&apos;'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1353467228181643523</id><published>2007-10-09T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:41:31.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pois é</title><content type='html'>enrolei, e acabei conversando com a mina.&lt;br /&gt;terminamos e voltamos no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;não é que deu saudade ou bateu arrependimento, mas pontos de vista foram expostos, e eu acabei tirando umas coisas da cabeça. como disse minha mãe uma vez: "Tesão não é amor".&lt;br /&gt;aí desencanei da paixonite do oriente médio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no aniversário da namorada, levei ela pra nova iorque, passar o dia lá.&lt;br /&gt;e quer saber? foi bom pra caralho. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee, moleque... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1353467228181643523?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1353467228181643523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1353467228181643523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1353467228181643523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1353467228181643523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/10/pois_09.html' title='pois é'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7832218113378569147</id><published>2007-09-26T03:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:25:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changes.</title><content type='html'>made some changes to the privacy level on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;even thou the address is pretty clear. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7832218113378569147?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7832218113378569147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7832218113378569147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7832218113378569147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7832218113378569147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='changes.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1050717172498186596</id><published>2007-09-23T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:31:22.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHG!</title><content type='html'>i hate being in the position i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;she calls, i get mad, i'm almost rude with her, and she doesn't have a clue about what's going on. it's fucked up. but, c'mon, if you ain't got nothing to do in a sunday afternoon, don't call me just because you're bored and you want to chit-chat with a friend. that's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her THREE TIMES over the phone, in the SAME FUCKING PHONE CALL: I'm staying home. I'm gonna take a shower, watch a movie and sleep, because I'll be working full time tomorrow, open to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asks me, today, twice: "did you went out last night?". Are you fucking kidding me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm already being an asshole because i'm not treating her as I used to, and she's already asking "is something wrong? did I do something wrong?". I'm never doing this again. "Just let it happen", "let it be"... That's what your friends tell you when you say that you're seeing someone but you're not really interested. Then, suddenly, you're in a relationship. Or relationshit. And when its time to break up, it sucks. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot of stress lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit smoking a week ago, and I'm still stressing out for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with someone that, professionally speaking, I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking up with a girlfriend that I don't like. Even thou I don't liiiiike her, I don't want to hurt her feelings. And that's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* just for the record, I wanted to break up with the girlfriend before I even met the girl I'm falling for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOTTA STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1050717172498186596?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1050717172498186596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1050717172498186596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1050717172498186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1050717172498186596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahhhg.html' title='AHHHG!'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4260762041290031792</id><published>2007-09-23T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:34:12.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>work sucks.</title><content type='html'>I'm at work, and there's not even one half-alive soul around here..&lt;br /&gt;This place is so dead that I could die and "be dead" for a week or so, and no one would notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that makes me feel like I'm giving the impression that I wanna die or somethign stupid like that. Please, don'te get me wrong. I'm happy with my life. I'm working - a lot - making some money, trying to pay my bills and save what's left. So, financially, I'm "o.k.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're talking about love live, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I don't wanna see the girl I'm seeing anymore. Maybe because she annoyies me, maybe because she's immature, maybe because she's not as pretty as I'd like her to be, maybe because her ideals in life are completely different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part that you call me sellfish and a prick. Well, maybe I am. But like I was talking with a friend of mine last night, who likes to speak like a Yoga teacher, there's no reason to keep someone by your side, if the company is unpleasant. Specially in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess is farewell to the little lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4260762041290031792?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4260762041290031792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4260762041290031792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4260762041290031792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4260762041290031792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-sucks.html' title='work sucks.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4339744451058093331</id><published>2007-09-22T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:15:36.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what-so-ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RvSixH7W_NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g4un6z3nrvU/s1600-h/skyplaneemoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RvSixH7W_NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g4un6z3nrvU/s320/skyplaneemoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112890441797663954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô ficando viciado em tirar fotos da lua. Ia fazer uma sessão essa semana, com uma foto por dia, mas esqueci. Agora não adianta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei de kayak hoje. 2h45 remando e trocando idéia com um camarada meu, o dono dos kayaks. Discutimos vegetarianismo, darwinismo, evolucionismo, neocentrismo, egocentrismo, dinheirismo e entregas de pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei um bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei pela irmã do meu chefe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dei meu telefone "disfarçado", a pedido da bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4339744451058093331?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4339744451058093331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4339744451058093331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4339744451058093331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4339744451058093331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-so-ever.html' title='what-so-ever.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RvSixH7W_NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g4un6z3nrvU/s72-c/skyplaneemoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6232068160360674123</id><published>2007-09-17T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:43:28.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol, Carol, Carol, Carol..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Ru4czAaMtyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bycy3bqCQsQ/s1600-h/carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Ru4czAaMtyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bycy3bqCQsQ/s320/carol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054289720882978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado que Carol é tudo legal.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem nunca se encantou com uma das Carolinas que passam pela vida da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me encantei com todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Jorge já dizia:&lt;br /&gt;"Carolina... Maravilha de mulher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Ben disse primeiro:&lt;br /&gt;"Carolina, Carol, Carol, Carolina bela"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa surgiu do nada. Veio pela internet! Daquelas que a conversa sobre o nada fica mais interessante do que o nada em si. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada Carol, uma história. E de blog em blog a gente acha cada coisa interessante. ;) Não só inteligência, mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senso de bom humor&lt;/span&gt;, espontaneadade, e mais uma pá de coisas que se eu colocar aqui, você vai achar que eu to te xavecando, de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, me desculpa por ter roubado a foto. Geralmente censuro os olhos com tarja preta, mas eu não ia tirar um dos melhores elementos da foto. É injusto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6232068160360674123?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6232068160360674123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6232068160360674123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6232068160360674123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6232068160360674123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/carol-carol-carol-carol.html' title='Carol, Carol, Carol, Carol..'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Ru4czAaMtyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bycy3bqCQsQ/s72-c/carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5668197387415621548</id><published>2007-09-17T02:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:40:52.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>músicas.</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um monte de música pra postar aqui, porque me faz sentir como se estivesse recomendado pra alguém. E acaba sendo, eu acho... Não que as pessoas necessariamente as ouçam e prestem a devida atenção, mas vai que alguém clica e gosta da música? Então mando uma. O resto vem depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEV5WSBmhIA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEV5WSBmhIA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it well&lt;br /&gt;The first time that I saw&lt;br /&gt;Your head around the door&lt;br /&gt;'Cause mine stopped working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it well&lt;br /&gt;There was wet in your hair&lt;br /&gt;You were stood in the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And time stopped moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't believe what I found&lt;br /&gt;I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is taking me down, down, down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it well&lt;br /&gt;Taxied out of a storm&lt;br /&gt;To watch you perform&lt;br /&gt;And my ships were sailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it well&lt;br /&gt;I was stood in your line&lt;br /&gt;And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't believe what I found&lt;br /&gt;I want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is taking me down, down, down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except you my love. Except you my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come all ye lost&lt;br /&gt;Dive into moss&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my sanity covers the cost&lt;br /&gt;To remove the stain of my love&lt;br /&gt;Paper maché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come all ye reborn&lt;br /&gt;Blow off my horn&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving real hard&lt;br /&gt;This is love, this is porn&lt;br /&gt;God will forgive me&lt;br /&gt;But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear what you have to say about me&lt;br /&gt;Hear if you're gonna live without me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear what you want&lt;br /&gt;I remember december&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna hear what you have to say about me&lt;br /&gt;Hear if you're gonna live without me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear what you want&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5668197387415621548?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5668197387415621548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5668197387415621548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5668197387415621548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5668197387415621548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/09/msicas.html' title='músicas.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4294849651449851252</id><published>2007-08-29T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:08:01.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>desenho</title><content type='html'>Esses são pra &lt;a href="http://puellae.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-rol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que também não tava mais conseguindo desenhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RtVTYt2_i5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fN_FC7EwNkc/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RtVTYt2_i5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fN_FC7EwNkc/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104077436786543506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o snowboarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RtVTS92_i4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXCLyrkg0S8/s1600-h/samu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RtVTS92_i4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXCLyrkg0S8/s320/samu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104077338002295682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e o samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4294849651449851252?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4294849651449851252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4294849651449851252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4294849651449851252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4294849651449851252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/08/desenho.html' title='desenho'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/RtVTYt2_i5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fN_FC7EwNkc/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5180874959950417640</id><published>2007-08-29T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:54:39.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buraco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boteco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seu jorge'/><title type='text'>Seu Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Eu não quero sair&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou ficar quieto&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta insistir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou pro boteco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero sair&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou ficar quieto&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta insistir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou pro boteco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não teco, não fumo&lt;br /&gt;Não jogo sinuca&lt;br /&gt;Não pego no taco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muita gente maluca&lt;br /&gt;Me apurrinhando&lt;br /&gt;Enxendo o meu saco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estou de vara curta&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar no barraco&lt;br /&gt;O que não falta é tatu&lt;br /&gt;Pra me levar pro buraco&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5180874959950417640?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5180874959950417640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5180874959950417640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5180874959950417640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5180874959950417640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/08/seu-jorge.html' title='Seu Jorge'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2081362424122008375</id><published>2007-08-24T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:49:42.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 posts pra falar de amor.</title><content type='html'>Ouvindo velharias:&lt;br /&gt;Siouxie And The Banshees - Forever (música com cheiro de domingo*)&lt;br /&gt;The Soulful Strings - Burning Spear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu centésimo post nesse blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém lê, só a Amanda. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu HD queimou semana passada. Perdi 200GB de informações úteis, de fotos, músicas, filmes (+-70 filmes), trampos. E não tinha backup de NADA. Oh céus. Agora tenho um hd com 400gb pra lotar de porcaria, até que queime de novo. Nunca tinha perdido tudo! Sorte que foram só oito meses de dados... Melhor que uns três anos, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua a mesma: falando bosta e correndo atrás de nickles and dimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei um poster do V for Vendetta, um do Pulp Fiction, Radiohead, Pink Floyd, Buena Vista Social Club e Bob Marley. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E to indo acampar no final de semana que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não sou eu quem vai falar de amor, hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não to podendo falar de amor. Não to amando, no momento (haha!). Até entrei num debate com uma amiga minha sobre pessoas que "passam um tempo" com outras pessoas e não amam. Não acho errado. Não é só um passatempo. Não é de todo, ruim. Claro que é muito melhor fazer sexo com alguém que vc ama. Daí não é sexo, é amor (bullshit, é sexo do mesmo jeito). Mas que mal que tem? Não tenho planos, é claro que não. Mal tenho planos pra mim mesmo, como é que vou ter planos com outra pessoa? O_o' Não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, sem querer soar melancólico, amor tem sido sinônimo de saudade. Então peguei isso do about de uma mina que conheci pelo fotolog. Uma gaúcha aí. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quando as temperaturas despencam é só disso que precisamos: de um amor. Os ursos polares me corrijam se eu estiver errada: sem um amor, fica muito difícil sobreviver ao inverno. E olha que nem precisa ser um amor daqueles... Um amor desses para sofrer, chorar e ouvir Odair José emocionado. Pode ser um amor mais ou menos, desses só para passar a estação. Nem que seja só de aluguel. Ou mesmo um amor pré-datado, com data para expirar. Um romance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trial-version&lt;/span&gt;. O importante é ter um pé ali, junto ao seu, quando a meia escorregar debaixo do cobertor. Afinal, como dizia um amigo meu, nada mais triste do que um pé gelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma diferença fundamental entre o amor de verão e o de inverno. O primeiro tem que ser aquela paixão arrebatadora, aquela para você fazer bobagem, rolar na areia como se a vida fosse uma cena de "A um Passo da Eternidade". Se sentir a própria Débora Kerr, enquanto seu biquíni e todos seus esconderijos são invadidos por grãos microscópicos e tatuís. Amor de inverno não. Amor de inverno é de chamego, de enfiar a mão por debaixo das roupas da pessoa amada só porque ali está quentinho. De desistir de freqüentar lugares públicos porque seu cobertor é muito mais gostoso. De sentir um nariz gelado na sua barriga. De fazer chá e carinho. De ver programas estúpidos de TV. E de combinar de comer fondue (algo que pode existir apenas na nossa imaginação, já que dá muito trabalho). Amor de inverno é para experimentar novas posições sexuais debaixo da coberta, como a da "Marcha dos Pingüins Imperiais". Não está descrita no "Kama-Sutra", mas parece ser incrível. Mas, neste caso, recomenda-se um amor em silêncio, porque o grito dos pingüins se parece "segundo o nosso oráculo Google" com "o som triste de um burro zurrando, tanto que deu origem às lendas de fantasmas e demônios que assombravam a costa da Patagônia" (sic). Melhor só chamar de "meu amor" ao pé do ouvido. E não se fala mais nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem da previsão do tempo avisa: está aberta a temporada de hibernação. Faz muito frio, meias e cachecóis e vontade de entrar no banho quente e não sair nunca mais. E se você não tem um amor, também não precisa se chatear. Sim, porque vamos deixar de lero-lero e falar a verdade: esse negócio de amor dá um trabalho danado e sempre dá errado. Faz parte do amor, aliás, dar errado. Talvez fosse melhor apostar na fidelidade de uma bolsa de água quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você está sem um amor, compre um aquecedor. Um aquecedor para chamar de "meu querido" nos dias mais frios. Mesmo que você more no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Natassja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dessa, quem diz "casa comigo" sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(again, valeu, Amanda!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* vc não vai entender o "cheiro de domingo", pq é o cheiro de um contexto enorme, criado por milhares de associações de idéia, pensamentos, cheiros, pessoas, momentos, intensidades de luz, umidade, all kinds of bullshit, que só eu, na imensidão da minha (in)sanidade, entendo. Ainda assim, essa música tem essa característica: o cheiro de domingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2081362424122008375?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2081362424122008375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2081362424122008375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2081362424122008375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2081362424122008375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-posts-pra-falar-de-amor.html' title='100 posts pra falar de amor.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3902406966585540075</id><published>2007-07-20T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:56:46.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stomp the yard.</title><content type='html'>"Step" eh o caralho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Y3_g1RzT3U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Y3_g1RzT3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3902406966585540075?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3902406966585540075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3902406966585540075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3902406966585540075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3902406966585540075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/07/stomp-yard.html' title='stomp the yard.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-9010099260720528012</id><published>2007-06-23T07:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:18:48.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra reforçar:</title><content type='html'>ahhh, que beijo! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-9010099260720528012?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/9010099260720528012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=9010099260720528012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9010099260720528012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/9010099260720528012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-pra-reforar.html' title='só pra reforçar:'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1518482044593443305</id><published>2007-06-23T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:44:58.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video computer system</title><content type='html'>pra quem jogava atari&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX-kfuVIA18"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX-kfuVIA18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1518482044593443305?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1518482044593443305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1518482044593443305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1518482044593443305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1518482044593443305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/video-computer-system.html' title='video computer system'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3362550167952901981</id><published>2007-06-23T06:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:36:36.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no game.</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how sometimes life just throws someone that you'd reallty appreciate right into your arms. or legs. or bike. or mouth. or life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it its always out of nowhere that you realize that person is right there. then, you start thinking that myabe she'd be the one that you're looking for. and maybe she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of you agree that you'd should go slowly, take baby steps and shit. suddenly, there she is, right in front of you, and you both don't know what to do. at first, you don't even know what to think, because the connection is there, and you JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at that awkward moment, something happens. you kiss. and is not just another kiss in your life. is that onw that you really don;'t have to 'adapt'. it's just... amazingly perfect. and that's "all you had".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you end up going home with that big fucking smile across your face, an "ear to ear" smiole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"having you in my life is just the best birthday gift I could ever have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most amazing part is: it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may I achieve myu goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I have the right to be happym, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[this text was not corrected, so it originallity and "DRUNKNESS" can be preserved]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3362550167952901981?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3362550167952901981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3362550167952901981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3362550167952901981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3362550167952901981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-game.html' title='no game.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6185166104619988689</id><published>2007-06-19T03:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:28:31.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker love.</title><content type='html'>Como meu pai já dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Mercadoria boa não pega pó na prateleira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahahaha... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ouvindo Placebo. Só Every Me And Every You. Bom pra caralhooooo... fazia uma cara que não ouvia. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6185166104619988689?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6185166104619988689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6185166104619988689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6185166104619988689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6185166104619988689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/sucker-love.html' title='sucker love.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2898243072738166516</id><published>2007-06-18T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:24:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Along The Watchtower</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh, meu... vai cagar! Olha esse cara tocando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gj1HwTrbu-k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gj1HwTrbu-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas eu tirei essa música (uma das minhas favoritas do Bob Dylan, se tocada pelo Hendrix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All along the watchtower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princes kept the view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while all the women came and went,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barefoot servants too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Tá aqui a &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimi+hendrix/all+along+the+watchtower_20071646.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; completa e o artigo da &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Along_the_Watchtower"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; com várias informações (in)úteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2898243072738166516?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2898243072738166516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2898243072738166516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2898243072738166516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2898243072738166516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-along-watchtower.html' title='All Along The Watchtower'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8508892815694968289</id><published>2007-06-16T02:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:43:00.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>liniers macanudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp5.fotologs.net/photo/53/44/0/liniers_macanudo/1181762747_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotolog.com/liniers_macanudo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8508892815694968289?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8508892815694968289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8508892815694968289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8508892815694968289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8508892815694968289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/liniers-macanudo.html' title='liniers macanudo'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7525405898870588296</id><published>2007-06-16T02:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:41:40.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Download List</title><content type='html'>in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;300&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Rider&lt;br /&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;The Doors&lt;br /&gt;Alpha Dog&lt;br /&gt;Children Of Men&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Pulse&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - The Wall&lt;br /&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Frank&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Back to Black&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Lowdown&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;Pirates Of The Caribbean - At World Ends&lt;br /&gt;Black Snake Moan&lt;br /&gt;Spdierman 3&lt;br /&gt;City of God (english suibtitles)&lt;br /&gt;Cheech and Chong Up In Smoke&lt;br /&gt;Easy Rider&lt;br /&gt;Dogville&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7525405898870588296?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7525405898870588296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7525405898870588296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7525405898870588296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7525405898870588296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/download-list.html' title='Download List'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2102826365729410221</id><published>2007-06-16T02:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:37:18.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idéia.</title><content type='html'>porra, às vezes fico com medo da minha criatividade ter ido pro saco!&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos ainda me mato de rir com as merdas que eu faço sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2102826365729410221?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2102826365729410221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2102826365729410221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2102826365729410221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2102826365729410221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/idia.html' title='idéia.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2363126486201540960</id><published>2007-06-14T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:57:40.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Existence deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still trying to figure out the whole existence deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to religion, I've got all the Catholic basis, which I politely call bullshit. Not everything, but most of it. I agree with the Existencialism philosophy. The Mind and Matter, the "you make your own universe" and the "we're everything and everybody", because "everything is connected". It's so logical to me! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college for Advertisement and Psychology, and I always fell for molecular biology. Maybe that's why Existencialism makes so much sense to me. After all, if you divide the atom, you realize that not even the tiniest little particle have phisical contact with the others. And since there's no phisical contact between what put us together, what kind of barriers, rules or limits we have? If your mind is capable of sparking a plug and developing a chain reaction that starts in your brain, runs through your muscles and ends up with the movement of a muscle, howcome your mind cannot control what is outside our thin skin-limts? Does it make any sense to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2363126486201540960?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2363126486201540960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2363126486201540960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2363126486201540960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2363126486201540960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/existence-deal.html' title='The Existence deal.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2755249391831018071</id><published>2007-06-13T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:26:44.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>black snake moan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ricci-queenofrebels.com/CRMovie_Pics/BlackSnake/Christina_Ricci_Black_Snake_Moan_Still_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ricci-queenofrebels.com/CRMovie_Pics/BlackSnake/Christina_Ricci_Black_Snake_Moan_Still_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;you know that bartender gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;me a dirty look and a dirty glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I said: Say it, motherfucker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;do you know who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;he said: hell no, nigga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't give a goddamn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me apaixonei de novo pela Christina Ricci. Primeiro foi com A Família Addams. Depois Casper. The Opposite of Sex. Prozac Nation. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Sleepy Hollow. E por aí vai. Agora em Black Snake Moan, um filme regado de blues, com Samuel L. muthafuckin' Jackson e Christina Ricci, no ápice da luxúria, deliciosamente tentadora aos 27 anos, com corpo de 18, cara de 18... (se for menos dá cadeia, né?). Putaquepariu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fasthack.com/tags/black-snake-moan/"&gt;Christina Ricci in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Snake Moan&lt;/span&gt; production stills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2755249391831018071?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3111641264331044719</id><published>2007-06-13T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:13:45.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Route8 / I-95</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rm_PTkosx7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DkPbwIXxiMc/s1600-h/RT8+-+I95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rm_PTkosx7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DkPbwIXxiMc/s320/RT8+-+I95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075503240228685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e viva o google earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3111641264331044719?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5615808158996479395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5615808158996479395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/azul-e-branco.html' title='mudou.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1206422444960039216</id><published>2007-06-12T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:12:03.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>carta de agradecimento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;obrigado pelo meu emprego&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pelos meus novos amigos&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pela minha moto&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pelas minhas contas pagas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valeu pelo dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;pelas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;valeu pelas roupas legais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pela saúde&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pela beleza&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pelas mulheres bonitas&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pelo sexo selvagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valeu pela decoração da casa&lt;br /&gt;pelo amor a VIDA&lt;br /&gt;pela felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitíssimo&lt;br /&gt;agradecido&lt;br /&gt;e feliz&lt;br /&gt;assinado, eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1206422444960039216?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1206422444960039216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1206422444960039216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1206422444960039216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1206422444960039216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/carta-de-agradecimento.html' title='carta de agradecimento.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4003314531626947123</id><published>2007-06-12T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:55:41.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rm5DMUosx6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9r1zE9sNjXQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rm5DMUosx6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9r1zE9sNjXQ/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075067709070034850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun, fun, fun. and X-rated.&lt;br /&gt;but feel free to check the trailers out&lt;br /&gt;www.moneytalks.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. recommended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, it is x-rated. don't tell me I didn't warn ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4003314531626947123?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7697572926917232547</id><published>2007-06-11T05:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:29:21.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mars Volta</title><content type='html'>ouçam isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faz parte de uma "obra" de 35 minutos no álbum Francis The Mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tcruel.googlepages.com/CassandraGeminniVIVIIVIII.mp3"&gt;The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Gemini VI VII VIII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7697572926917232547?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7697572926917232547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7697572926917232547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7697572926917232547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7697572926917232547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/ouam-isso-faz-parte-de-uma-obra-de-35.html' title='The Mars Volta'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7844516105626651408</id><published>2007-06-08T05:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:29:42.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoasters</title><content type='html'>quero tomar ácido no six flags magic mountain. :)&lt;br /&gt;e comprar uma harley na california, pra voltar dirigindo pra onde quer que eu esteja morando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7844516105626651408?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7844516105626651408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7844516105626651408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7844516105626651408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7844516105626651408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/quero-tomar-cido-no-six-flags-magic.html' title='Rollercoasters'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-7934394573419195724</id><published>2007-06-07T03:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:01:27.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Como eu disse, eu ia escrever sobre Deus e Fé aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenho uma opinião bem elaborada sobre o assunto, mas não sei se tenho capacidade o suficiente pra me fazer claro sem que você pense que eu estou simplificando as coisas, ou talvez tanto diminuir o tamanho de algumas. É complexo, mas, ao mesmo tempo, é simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sou de berço católico. Católico apostólico romano, com direito a Tio-Avô padre, tias beatas e tudo mais. O meu próprio avô frequentou o seminário até a sexta série, então foi expulso por causa de um lance muito mal contado envolvendo umas freiras. Meu pai, por sua vez, é espírita. Minha madrasta tamém (assim como a minha ex madrasta. go figure).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu fiz primeira comunhão (mesmo matando o segundo ano INTEIRO), mas não fui crismado. Estudei em col'egio Adventista, mas nunca deixei de sair num s'abado. Sei, até hoje, o Pai Nosso, Ave Maria e o Credo, sem contar o Santo Anjo, que eu rezava quando era pequenininho. Sempre aceitei Deus na minha vida, mas há muito tempo que eu nao rezo, por exemplo. Acredito, sim, em um poder superior, o Deus que (nem) todo mundo acredita. Mas não acredito na Bíblia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A Bíblia, pra mim, é um livro cheio de histórias, todas escritas por HOMENS, e nenhuma por Deus. Não sou eu quem vai dizer se um cara chamado Jesus, nascido em Nazaré, em uma mangedoura, fruto do amor de José e Maria (a história de Maria ser virgem tem explicação científica. Mas, na minha opinião, SE Maria era virgem, José andou brincando demais perto de onde não devia. Aí engravida mesmo), que padeceu sob Pôncio Pilatos, foi crucificado, morto e sepultado... etc. A Bíblia é, na minha opinião, um guia social. As regras foram escritas ali: Não mate, não traia, não tenha inveja, não tenha cobiça, não coma a mulher do seu vizinho. Faça o que dissemos e ganhe o Paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples, não? Bíblia: o maior guia comportamental da História.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;O Jardim do Édem pra mim é nonsense. Principalmente a historinha de Deus ter criado uma coisa de cada vez. Po, Deus é O CARA, tá ligado? Deus é a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ausência de matéria&lt;/span&gt;*. Tudo e Nada ao mesmo tempo. Digamos, então, que ele olhou pro espaço "vazio" onde se encontra o nosso sistema solar e resolveu criar tudo, de uma vez só, com um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grande BANG&lt;/span&gt;! ;) got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Existe uma teoria em que se você partir a matéria até os átomos e os átomos até aquela porção indivisível, você encontra Deus. Deus seria, então, a falta da matéria, o vazio. E como tudo é feito de átomos, Deus seria os átomos e tudo o que não é um átomo. Não que eu acredite, mas é uma teoria, oras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um Deísta, eu acredito em algumas coisas do Espiritismo. Não em tudo, mas em alguns pontos, sim. Como por exemplo, a evolução do espírito através da reencarnação. Quando morremos, não acaba. Ainda não, pelo menos. A sua alma volta ao estado de "espírito". Aí revê tudo o que você aprendeu nessa vida que acabou e volta pra cá - ou não - se ainda tiver o que fazer. O objetivo do Espírito, na minha opinião e na dos Espíritas, é evoluir. A partir do momento que você chega na Terra, que você nasce, os pontos já começam a ser contados. O objetivo final é evoluir ao máximo. Só não me pergunte o que acontece depois. Talvez você fique vagando por campos verdejantes, com seus entes queridos e amigos de todas as vidas. Talvez você passe a eternidade com a sua alma gêmea, talvez você vá para uma vida melhor, em outra dimensão (o mesmo planeta Terra, mas com espíritos tão elevados quanto você). Acredito que se você não evoluir, vai continuar voltando pra Terra, até chegar lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continua...)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-7934394573419195724?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/7934394573419195724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=7934394573419195724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7934394573419195724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/7934394573419195724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/deus-i.html' title='Deus I'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5384928485000756504</id><published>2007-06-05T07:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:29:05.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCER - The Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great tellin g stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to. 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5384928485000756504?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5384928485000756504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5384928485000756504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5384928485000756504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5384928485000756504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/cancer-cutie-most-amazing-kisser.html' title='CANCER - The Cutie'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3073913477243750882</id><published>2007-06-05T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:25:45.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>outro e-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S ENGLISH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. Yes&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=     No&lt;br /&gt;       2. No&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=   Yes&lt;br /&gt;       3. Maybe&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=     No&lt;br /&gt;       4. We need  =   I  want&lt;br /&gt;       5. I am sorry&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=   you'll be sorry &lt;br /&gt;       6. We need to talk  =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you're in  trouble&lt;br /&gt;       7. Sure, go  ahead  =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you  better not&lt;br /&gt;       8. Do what you want =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you will pay for this  later&lt;br /&gt;       9. I am not  upset  =  of course I am upset, you  moron!&lt;br /&gt;     10. You're very attentive  tonight  =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is  sex all you ever think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN'S  ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. I am hungry&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;= I am  hungry&lt;br /&gt;       2. I am  sleepy  =       I am  sleepy&lt;br /&gt;       3. I am tired  =    I am tired&lt;br /&gt;       4. Nice  dress  =  Nice cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;        5. I love you   =     let's have sex  now&lt;br /&gt;       6. I am bored =   Do  you want to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;       7. May I have this  dance?= I'd like to have sex with  you&lt;br /&gt;       8. Can I call you  sometime?=   I'd like to have sex with  you&lt;br /&gt;       9. Do you want to go to a  movie? =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd like  to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;       10. Can I take you  out to dinner?  =  I'd like to have sex with  you&lt;br /&gt;       11. Those shoes don't go with that  outfit =&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm  gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent scientific study found that  women find different male faces&lt;br /&gt;attractive depending on where they are in  their menstrual cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when a woman is ovulating she will  prefer a man with&lt;br /&gt;rugged, masculine features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when she is  menstruating, she prefers a man doused in petrol&lt;br /&gt;and set on fire, with  scissors stuck in his eye and a cricket stump&lt;br /&gt;shoved up his  backside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3073913477243750882?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3073913477243750882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3073913477243750882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3073913477243750882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3073913477243750882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/outro-e-mail.html' title='outro e-mail'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-1746371281536268351</id><published>2007-06-05T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:19:24.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally, and by hand.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;). If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you should come into contact with WORK, put your jacket on and take two good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Eliminatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You should forward this warning to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-1746371281536268351?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/1746371281536268351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=1746371281536268351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1746371281536268351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/1746371281536268351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahahaha.html' title='ahahaha'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3053957171949950448</id><published>2007-06-03T04:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T04:11:05.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holla if you love Jesus</title><content type='html'>Comecei a passar a minha teoria sobre fé, religião, Deus e existência pro teclado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3053957171949950448?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3053957171949950448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3053957171949950448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3053957171949950448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3053957171949950448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/holla-if-you-love-jesus.html' title='holla if you love Jesus'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4096670366707102204</id><published>2007-06-01T06:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:41:33.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cuide</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje escrevi sobre raiva e aquele sentimento magoado de traiçao que a gente sente. Mesmo quando nao foi uma traiçao na teoria. Também escrevi sobre amor, sobre gente que merece a gente e sobre os cuidados que temos que tomar quando encontramos seres tão maravilhosos, que nos completam, nos dão segurança, nos animam e etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, quando encontrarem um desses, façam um favor a vocês mesmos: tomem conta. cuidem. acompanhem. E não decepcione ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, viva sua vida, aproveite-a ao máximo. Mas lembre-se sempre que você é ligado a um monte de gente. Se importe com elas, porque elas também se importam com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4096670366707102204?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4096670366707102204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4096670366707102204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4096670366707102204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4096670366707102204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-escrevi-sobre-raiva-e-aquele.html' title='cuide'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8716362934129361172</id><published>2007-05-31T05:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:21:06.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;quem diria. como eu te disse, eu ja tinha cantado essa bola. eu tinha certeza que isso ia acontecer. vc viu, por exemplo, como ele tratava a graciele. mas é claro que agora voce pensa que agora, com voce vai ser diferente. assim como ele pensa que com ele vai ser diferente de como foi comigo.&lt;br /&gt;mas é assim. o cara que dizia que eu podia confiar nele. a menina que era a minha namorada, que eu podia confiar. a menina que eu amava.&lt;br /&gt;amava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao sou eu quem vai se vingar de voce. aliás, quem sou eu pra isso? eu sou rancoroso, como todo bom canceriano, mas nao sou vingativo. a vida dá o troco, tenho certeza absoluta. tudo o que eu fiz por voce, todo o carinho que eu te dei, todo o respeito que eu sempre tive por voce - e foi muito, mas muito mais do que voce teve por mim - voce jogou tudo fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao posso te cobrar nem a dignidade de ao menos me contar que voce arrumou um namorado, porque voce nunca me contaria, por saber que estava sendo completamente desrespeitosa e errada. Por saber que voce queria isso desde antes. Agora tá aí, com o coachzinho de tenis. O zé-bala. Mas é assim. Tem gente que gosta de quem nao vale nada. Voce sabe disso. Voce sabe do que eu to falando. Grande troca: uma pessoa que te deu tudo o que tinha, que te deu abrigo quando voce mais precisava, que fez de tudo por voce, que te deu todo o amor do mundo, muito carinho e sempre compreensao. Uma pessoa boa. Talvez esse tenha sido o meu grande erro: te tratar bem. e esse é o cara que voce tinha e jogou fora, trocou por alguem que voce mesma disse que nao valia nada, que "nunca namoraria" uma pessoa como ele, e que tá indo pro Brasil em tão pouco tempo. É, tinha que largar de mim logo mesmo, pois o cara ta indo embora! Mas, ah voltar, né? E com certeza um vai esperar pelo outro... Ainda mais que os dois estao tao apaixonadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente decente nao faz isso. Nao sai de um relacionamento com outro já engatilhado. Se sai, pelo menos conta pra pessoa. Nao me interessa se voces ja tiveram alguma coisa, nao quero saber. Nao sei se voce é assim, porque voce nao é mais a mesma pessoa. Mas agora que voce fez, vc me prova que voce nao vale nada. Talvez valha o mesmo tanto que ele vale. Logo, os dois se merecem. Sejam felizes, se iluda com ele, façam o que quiserem. Vai lá. Ele é todo seu, voce é toda dele. Mas olha só... agindo dessa maneira, voce nao merece uma pessoa boa. E nao vai encontrar nunca. Nao to botando praga, nem olho gordo, nem to com inveja e nem estou dizendo isso por estar magoado. Mas é fato. Quem planta o bem, colhe o bem. Quem se dá ao respeito, é respeitado. E o contrário dá pra saber o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esperei isso de voce. Esperava um pouquinho mais de dignidade, de consideraçao, por tudo o que a gente passou e viveu - as coisas ruins que a gente passou por cima e as coisas boas que vivemos juntos. O único motivo que eu nao coloquei tudo junto e figured out a situacao toda, foi porque eu confiei em voce. Eu confiava em voce. Eu amava voce. Eu nunca imaginei que voce fosse se rebaixar tanto. Achei que voce era digna de uma pessoa que te respeitasse, ao menos. Mas nao é o que voce me mostrou ser. Juro que eu nao entendo como é que voce conseguia me dizer que nao estava bem, que estava sofrendo, consguia até dizer que estava "fazendo coisas erradas". Que cara de pau! Eu nao esperava que elas fossem tao erradas assim. Que coragem! Que ousadia! Voce dormindo num quarto que dividiu comigo, com as minhas fotos pelo quarto todo, assistindo a minha televisao, ouvindo o meu aparelho de som, e se envolvendo com outro cara, NA MESMA CASA? Que coragem!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cansei de ver que com ele voce se divertia, dava risada, tratava ele como vc me tratava antes da gente namorar e no começo do nosso namoro. Eu conheço body language. Vc se fechava pra mim e se abria toda pra ele. Eu te irritava. A gente brigava "o tempo todo". E tudo o que eu fazia pra tentar melhorar a situação era, sempre foi, em vão. Você se permitiu gostar dele. Voce se interessou e foi até o fim pra ficar com ele. Nao adianta negar. Negar isso é negar pra voce mesma. E claro que vai te fazer sentir melhor, porque voce tava "ouvindo o seu coração", ou simplesmente "aconteceu", por vc estar fragilizada, sozinha, indefesa. Cut the bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce ficou com ele no Bravo. E eu lá, em casa, em crise. "De tempo". Isso foi muita sacanagem. E ainda tem a coragem de dizer que nao foi premeditado. Voce pediu um tempo pra que pudesse melhorar a sua cabeça, colocar a cabeça no lugar, "respirar" um pouco. Foi mesmo é pra ter uma justificativa no fim das contas. Pretty smart, you got yourself covered! Depois me diz que eu é que "deixei voce sair sozinha". Se eu tive que "deixar", automaticamente significa que voce nao podia ter feito o que fez e sabia disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voce nao teve a dignidade de falar pra mim que se interessou por outra pessoa. E ele era tão mais interessante do que eu, que você decidiu me afastar de você. ora, mas que idéia! como é que voce pensa que o afastamento ia melhorar alguma coisa sendo que quem tava se isolando era eu? se um dos motivos da crise no relacionamento era voce ter se interessado por outra pessoa, como é que voce me tirar de perto do meio e ficar sozinha com o cara ajudaria em alguma coisa? bom, ajudou, né? tá aí o resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade toda tá sabendo doS acontecidos. Sim, nao se engane: um melhor amigo que está guardando um segredo sempre conta pra outro melhor amigo, pq confia nele e acha que esse amigo nao vai contar pra ninguem - ao contrário do que ele mesmo fez. e no final das contas, pro povinho de Bridgeport, eu saí como coitadinho e voce como vagabunda. Nao, nao sou eu quem está te chamando de vagabunda, mas sim a cidade inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino que tudo o que a gente conversou aquele dia que voce me ligou, vc em Norwalk, eu no estacionamento da pizzaria, voce contou pra ele. E os dois devem ter rido juntos da minha cara, de novo. "Ele que se foda.. vem cá". Eu sei como essas coisas funcionam. Mas nao se engane. Mais cedo ou mais tarde, voce vai realmente se dar conta da besteira e da sacanagem que voce fez, que voce deixou acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa história toda, eu nao consigo achar o que é que me tira mais do sério. Mas meu voto vai pra sua convicção de que vc nao fez nada de errado e que eu tenho que entender o seu lado. Voce insiste em dizer que as coisas simplesmente aconteceram, e ainda diz que eu é que sempre ficava com paranóia pra cima do Fernando. Muito pelo contrário, a minha raiva, o meu ciúme, era porque voce dava moral pra ele. Nao to dizendo que voce chegava a DIZER alguma coisa, isso eu nao tenho como saber se aconteceu ou nao. Mas toda as bobeirinhas, todos os sinais, voce deu. E eu, burro, sempre tenti colocar na minha cabeça que eram coisas que só eu tava vendo. Mas voce sabia que nao eram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo: nao tenho nada mais pra tratar contigo. A grana que eu te emprestei, pra voce botar gasolina, pra comprar a hooka (que eu peguei de volta) e pra pagar o seu telefone, e que voce sempre disse "sexta-feira eu recebo", eu nao quero de volta. Foram cerca de 350 dolares que afundaram completamente a minha conta no Webster. Por favor, nao se engane: eu nao quero esse dinheiro. Isso é fácil de dar a volta por cima. O que eu ainda tenho na casa, eu vou buscar. Mas nao se preocupe, eu te ligo quando estiver com a caminhonete do Leandro disponível, pra ver se voces vao estar em casa. Sim, voces. Ou voce acha que eu quero olhar pra cara dele também? Ainda tenho os pratos da ikea, a mesa da cozinha, o móvel da sala, a cadeira do video game, a mesa do computador e as duas comodas. A panela grande eu vou deixar pra Nara, porque sei que vai ser útil pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, nao me procure mais pra me dizer que quer que eu entenda que as coisas simplesmente 'aconteceram', ou que voce estava 'fragilizada', 'sozinha' ou qualquer outra coisa. Pra mim, acabou tudo. Acabou o amor, acabou a amizade, o afeto, acabou o carinho, acabou o respeito. Voce acabou com tudo isso. Jogou fora tudo o que eu sentia por voce. Como eu te disse, voce traiu a minha confiança, o meu respeito. Me traiu, fora do nosso relacionamento, como pessoa. Me traiu por nao ter sido honesta comigo. Me mandou passear e "se deu bem". E sem querer parecer grosseiro demais, mas eu repito: nao quero mais ouvir a sua voz, saber da sua vida ou olhar pra sua cara. Pra mim, acabou tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar bem.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8716362934129361172?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8716362934129361172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8716362934129361172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8716362934129361172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8716362934129361172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-fucking-bitch.html' title='The Break-Up'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-831962645192933399</id><published>2007-05-28T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T03:59:11.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newark, DE</title><content type='html'>Tô em Newark, Delaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small campus town, with a lot of people, all hanging out in the same street.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people, mostly students, a perfect weather... let's get drunk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui fomos pra Atlantic City, NJ.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking awesome. Beach, bitches, sun, drinks... fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom pra caralho rever amigos, não fazer nada o dia inteiro e ainda ficar bem doido.&lt;br /&gt;Faz bem pra alma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só é meio constrangedor ouvir um casal de amigos fazendo sexo. hahaaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é outra história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-831962645192933399?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/831962645192933399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=831962645192933399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/831962645192933399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/831962645192933399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/newark-de.html' title='Newark, DE'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2792470693512617169</id><published>2007-05-28T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T03:46:46.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>leitores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não repare na minha 'falta de atenção' com você, minha leitora! às vezes eu demoro pra ver as coisas. (só nao digo que vc é a minha unica leitora pq sei de mais uma pessoa que leu umas duas vezes o blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinto falta da época de blog! Dava pra conhecer as pessoas por um lado que... não que elas não são, mas que pouca gente conhece. E quem quer que deixe você se aproximar têm uma certa afinidade. Resumindo, é uma ótima forma de conhecer pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E-mail pra uma leitora que tinha comentado aqui e eu não vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2792470693512617169?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2792470693512617169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2792470693512617169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2792470693512617169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2792470693512617169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/leitores.html' title='leitores.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5511536486435612255</id><published>2007-05-24T03:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:33:39.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" arial="" black=""  &gt;"But all I know is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;got no money, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;that's got nothing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;do with a good times"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                      (100% - Sonic Youth)              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5511536486435612255?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5511536486435612255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5511536486435612255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5511536486435612255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5511536486435612255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-all-i-know-is-we-got-no-money-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6178792068163276101</id><published>2007-05-24T03:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:22:49.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you forever.</title><content type='html'>that doesn't change. to me, it's just the way it is. like life. there's one true love, which is the most pure, innocent, good. and it lasts forever, doesn't matter what happens. so I can say, with all my words, again: i love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6178792068163276101?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6178792068163276101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6178792068163276101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6178792068163276101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6178792068163276101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-forever.html' title='i love you forever.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-3920632577284927420</id><published>2007-05-20T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:06:23.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me.</title><content type='html'>bonito, gostoso, bom de pegada, engraçado, gente boa, beija bem, somewhat experienced (meaning that i'm an enthusiastic for sex), solteiro e delicioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-3920632577284927420?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/3920632577284927420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=3920632577284927420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3920632577284927420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/3920632577284927420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/me.html' title='me.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-8992034555480765651</id><published>2007-05-20T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:04:53.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eu falei que ia mudar isso aqui.</title><content type='html'>pronto, mudei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficou meio dark demais, mas é melhor do que tava antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no som: the tuesday weld - l'amour et le morte.&lt;br /&gt;sete horas da manhã, já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu de casinho na rua. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-8992034555480765651?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/8992034555480765651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=8992034555480765651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8992034555480765651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/8992034555480765651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu-falei-que-ia-mudar-isso-aqui.html' title='eu falei que ia mudar isso aqui.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2510774738026315213</id><published>2007-05-20T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:33:17.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sonic youth</title><content type='html'>by the way, sonic youth é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((crosby demo, by sonic youth)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2510774738026315213?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2510774738026315213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2510774738026315213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2510774738026315213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2510774738026315213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonic-youth.html' title='sonic youth'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-6555128969540907692</id><published>2007-05-20T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:32:05.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>quero mudar a cara desse negócio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-6555128969540907692?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/6555128969540907692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=6555128969540907692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6555128969540907692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/6555128969540907692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-2133892306960430468</id><published>2007-05-19T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:33:54.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>last summer i had a date.&lt;br /&gt;now i had it again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-2133892306960430468?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/2133892306960430468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=2133892306960430468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2133892306960430468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/2133892306960430468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-4304697003682425489</id><published>2007-05-17T07:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:14:41.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>break it up.</title><content type='html'>acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-4304697003682425489?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/4304697003682425489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=4304697003682425489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4304697003682425489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/4304697003682425489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/break-it-up.html' title='break it up.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5278185045318373169</id><published>2007-05-17T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:13:21.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jennifer connelly - dark water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comecei a ver dar water hoje na tv, e me apaixonei de novo por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rkw4XKQ4iHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ce9Tyg06T34/s1600-h/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDh_hd_8Xl8/Rkw4XKQ4iHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ce9Tyg06T34/s320/j1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065485651428280434" border="1" border color="black"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;jennifer connelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5278185045318373169?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5278185045318373169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5916147694304114270</id><published>2007-05-11T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:43:07.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>I'm almost falling asleep on the couch, and I have to work in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5916147694304114270?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5916147694304114270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5916147694304114270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5916147694304114270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5916147694304114270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-5789059354535942364</id><published>2007-05-11T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:36:13.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long time, no see.</title><content type='html'>away desde o dia 28 de janeiro. putamerda, hein!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time to cry my pitangas? nahhh, I don't think so. I was up the whole fucking night thinking about a fucking relationship. that covers it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to get away with a little post like this. Shit! it's fucking 6:25am, and I'm still up. Blogging. That's kinda depressive, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Seinfeld is on tv. Not the Seinfeld show, but some other stupid crap that I also refuse to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we end up saying a lot of shit that you usually would talk about with a friend in these stupid blogs. Yes, they're stupid, but most of the times, they're the only way out. I mean, it's the only way of saying a lot of shit and getting away with it, with no one to talk back. Sometimes, that's an issue. Rephrasing: MOST OF THE TIMES, that's an issue. I mean, you have to discuss problems, and not just throw 'em away in a website, exposing yourself to a lot of people that you don't even know - and fantasize that they not only access your blog, but they also actually read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The privacy here is not private at all. My URL is my fucking nickname. C'mon, let's face it. No one is gonna go around the internet typing people's nicknames hoping that they find a website or something. But... You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched, for the fourth time (i guess), The Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, and I thought about erasing somebody from my mind. And I felt frightened, because that movie is fucking tense! Everything is always falling apart, disappearing or just vanishind in the middle of nothing. Actually, the 'nothing' here is the subject's mind, but, either way, stuff just collapse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just call somebody and smoke a blunt with 'em. That would be nice. But most of all, I need one of those Staples' little button, so I can do what I really HAVE to and press it after, just to listen the "That was easy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you think you're doing something good for you and another person, that you care, that you think you love (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'cause that's what love is: you love somebody when you think you love somebody. it doesn't matter if in the future you're gonna look back and say: "that was not love". fuck that, of course it was! Any kind of love is love. Got it? I bet you did.&lt;/span&gt;), you find out that this thing is not good for you, or for the person, and... and... fuck, Jerry Seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's mostly it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-5789059354535942364?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/5789059354535942364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=5789059354535942364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5789059354535942364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/5789059354535942364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time, no see.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116972720218102937</id><published>2007-01-25T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:13:22.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow time. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ruj13bDAjU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ruj13bDAjU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116972720218102937?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116972720218102937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116972720218102937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116972720218102937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116972720218102937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-time.html' title='snow time. :)'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116895058261935117</id><published>2007-01-16T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:29:42.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta do carro</title><content type='html'>No finalzinho de 2005 vendi meu Passat 1980 (bege, rodas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liga-leve&lt;/span&gt;, 1.8, 76hp, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bancos de gol&lt;/span&gt; - hahah)  antes de vir pros EUA. Antes de ontem mandei um e-mail pro comprador, perguntando como tava o carro, e a resposta foi essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ahe Thiago... eu estou bem e vc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ow... o carro tá beleza... tive q fazer o motor dele, estou reformando a lataria agora, mas agora o motor ficou filé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;também troquei as rodas dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um abraço pra vc, Thiago... tudo de bom... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toda sorte de bençãos pra vc, kara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Logo q peguei o passat de vc, estacionei ele no centro e quando voltei, tinha 2 gatas esperando pq viram o carro e acharam q estava com vc ainda... rsrsrs... kara... o q vc aprontou com elas hein? rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116895058261935117?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116895058261935117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116895058261935117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116895058261935117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116895058261935117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/01/resposta-do-carro.html' title='Resposta do carro'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116846743180756387</id><published>2007-01-10T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:00:47.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta a uma amiga querida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohoooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao, nao tenho um odio histerico mortal da sua pessoa. pelo contrario. te amo de verdade! :P&lt;br /&gt;nao, nao foi um ato egoista da sua parte me mandar um e-mail com um post desses. sempre - desde a primeira vez que conversei com voce online, vc chorou pitangas comigo, e eu sempre fui atencioso, carinhoso e nao menos, reciproco.&lt;br /&gt;e soh nao entrei no msn pra falar contigo pq acabei de ver o e-mail (cinco da tarde aqui, oito da noite aih. vc deve estar na aula :)). eu to acordando as tres da tarde, com todo o direito do mundo, pq to trabalhando a noite!! :D&lt;br /&gt;enfim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, minha querida... relacionamentos sao bonitinhos, e depois nao sao mais. taih uma das grandes verdades da vida. se namoro eh assim, IMAGINA CASAMENTO! :S e pra nos, homens, eh verdade mesmo que as vezes o mundo pode cair que a gente nao ta nem aih. pelo menos comigo, se o mundo cai e eu ainda to bem, perfeito - se cai, e quem ta comigo ta bem, melhor ainda. sei lah. sou homem, nao sou perfeito - confesso que to quase lah. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nao to falando que essas coisas bonitinhas acabam soh da parte dos homens. muito pelo contrario. as vezes eh o oposto, quem espera somos nos, e quem nao coopera sao voces, mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que a grande verdade no mundo dos interrelacionamentos humanos eh que a convivencia realmente desgasta. nao eh que o amor acaba. a paixao apaga, isso eh fato. depois de um certo tempo, infelizmente evoluimos daquele estado abobado de ser, onde tudo eh lindo, cada espirro eh uma declaracao de amor de um para o outro, e chegamos num ponto que voce 'apenas' ama. nao sei se as coisas perdem a importancia, nao sei se vc eh quem perde a paciencia... mas tudo muda. fica mais... besta - ainda que mantenha a mesma relevancia. alem de tudo, ao decorrer do tempo, a gente mesmo evolui. amadurece. e te digo por experiencia: quando voce se da conta de que amadureceu, da ateh uma dorzinha no peito, como uma saudade da sua imaturidade, irresponsabilidade e etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrisco um conselho? arrisco, sempre. tome a frente da batalha - voce contra voce mesma. decida o que voce quer. e depois 'va atras' do seu relacionamento. descubra o que te faz bem. analise. pondere. e toda aquela baboseira que eu sempre disse. tire ferias COM voce mesma. e nessas ferias, tire conclusoes mirabolantes. mas coloque-as em pratica! nao se esqueca que voce eh forte, e por mais desgastado e fraco que a gente se sinta as vezes, sempre vem aqueeeele empurrao nas costas e um tapa na bunda pra dar uma forca bem grande e resolver tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'everything is gonna be all right'. cliche, mas verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fique bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grande beijo, um abraco gostoso e um tapa na bunda. na real, o tal empurrao eh voce quem da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116846743180756387?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116846743180756387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116846743180756387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116846743180756387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116846743180756387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2007/01/resposta-uma-amiga-querida.html' title='Resposta a uma amiga querida.'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116657485800342591</id><published>2006-12-19T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:34:18.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Um ano</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Tah, eu sei que o ultimo e-mail soou meio deprimido. Mas nao eh isso nao, galera!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eh que morar aqui eh estranho. Tudo eh diferente. Ate o sistema policial funciona! Nao tem bar e boate depois das duas da manha, eh proibido beber na rua, nao se vende bebida alcoolica nas lojas de bebidas apos as nove, e nem sequer aos domingos. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O dinheiro eh bom, eh claro. Ganha-se bem e paga-se muito por tudo. Tudo o que voce for comprar, o estado de Connecticut coloca as maozinhas sujas em 6%. Tudo. As pessoas sao estranhas, os negros nem te olham na cara, e os porto-riquenhos te olham torto sempre. &lt;br&gt;Sub-Emprego eh de lei, faculdade eh carissima e tem que esperar mais um pouco. Mas de resto, a tal da felicidade, a gente vai atras. Sempre que voce corre atras de alguma coisa, voce consegue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O que eu realmente sinto, eh que aquela famosa &amp;#39;melhor fase da vida&amp;#39; jah passou. Foi aih, com voces. Agora, outras virao, eh claro. Mas vai me dizer que seu pai, seu tio, ou ateh mesmo o seu vizinho nunca disse que os melhores amigos foram aqueles que ele teve &amp;#39;laaa atras&amp;#39;? Voces, talvez, um dia estejam &amp;#39;la atras&amp;#39;, mas soh na maneira de dizer. Na colocacao de amigos, nao ficarao &amp;#39;la atras&amp;#39; nunca.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amigo a gente sempre fala que sao pra sempre, e por mais brega que pareca, sao mesmo. Nao vai ser distancia que vai mudar isso.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Muitos beijos, abracos, risadas e tudo mais que a gente sempre teve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Thiago, Grandon, Thiagao, Thi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="q" id="q_10f9c7b1b79ec93b_4"&gt;Hoje faz um ano que to aqui...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem grevas, um ano sem bill, sem tribos, sem barca na zona dois e zona cinco.. Um ano sem bar do Turco, um ano sem UEM, um ano sem cesumar, sem cerveja boa, cigarro barato e bebedeiras ate amanhecer... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano de luta, de suor, de grana e de novas metas tracadas, de grandes expectativas, de persistencia, e de uma nova lingua.. Um ano numa aculturacao bizarra!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem Lara, sem Pingo, sem amigos, sem aquele carinho &amp;quot;mais que especial&amp;quot; de todos voces (haha, que brega). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem voces, galera.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amo voces, de verdade, e pra sempre&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thiago.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116657485800342591?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116657485800342591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116657485800342591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116657485800342591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116657485800342591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2006/12/re-um-ano.html' title='Re: Um ano'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116653750148616273</id><published>2006-12-19T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:11:41.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano</title><content type='html'>Hoje faz um ano que to aqui...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem grevas, um ano sem bill, sem tribos, sem barca na zona dois e zona cinco.. Um ano sem bar do Turco, um ano sem UEM, um ano sem cesumar, sem cerveja boa, cigarro barato e bebedeiras ate amanhecer... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano de luta, de suor, de grana e de novas metas tracadas, de grandes expectativas, de persistencia, e de uma nova lingua.. Um ano numa aculturacao bizarra!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem Lara, sem Pingo, sem amigos, sem aquele carinho &amp;quot;mais que especial&amp;quot; de todos voces (haha, que brega). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um ano sem voces, galera.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amo voces, de verdade, e pra sempre&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thiago.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116653750148616273?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116653750148616273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116653750148616273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116653750148616273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116653750148616273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-ano.html' title='Um ano'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116387750985383573</id><published>2006-11-18T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:18:29.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the house of flying daggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moovienet.de/main/filmdat/1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.moovienet.de/main/filmdat/1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;good stuff.&lt;br/&gt;e parece a maira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116387750985383573?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116387750985383573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116387750985383573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116387750985383573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116387750985383573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2006/11/house-of-flying-daggers.html' title='the house of flying daggers'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31731595.post-116371373042669882</id><published>2006-11-16T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:48:50.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cock love</title><content type='html'>i don't know what happens, but everyone that has sex with me falls in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31731595-116371373042669882?l=tchago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/feeds/116371373042669882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31731595&amp;postID=116371373042669882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116371373042669882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31731595/posts/default/116371373042669882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchago.blogspot.com/2006/11/cock-love.html' title='cock love'/><author><name>tchágo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
